Casanova: The Man Who Really Loved Women

by Lydia Flem and Catherine Flem, Lydia; Temerson

Book Overview

In this fascinating interpretation of Casanova's notorious History of My Life, Lydia Flem discerns the pattern that enabled a sickly Venetian baby to become the audacious, gallant Casanova, the man... This description may be from another edition of this product.

• Format: Hardcover
• Language: English
• ISBN: 0374119570
• ISBN13: 9780374119577
• Release Date: November 1997
• Publisher: Farrar Straus Giroux
• Length: 255 Pages
• Weight: 0.05 lbs.
• Dimensions: 0.9" x 5.8" x 8.5"

Customer Reviews

Insightful Analysis of a Misunderstood Man

Lydia flem provides a refreshing account of the, often misunderstood in North America, Giacomo Casanova. She bases her study on Casanova's autobographical History of My Life which he wrote while exiled from Venice in a Bohemian castle. In many ways casanova was a romantic and an intellectual. he loved the good life, enjoyed aesthetic pursuits, was a violinist, writer, poet and even dabbled in medicine. he was also the contemporary of Mozart and was born in the city of Vivaldi (another misunderstood venetian who was exiled from his native city). Most significantly, Flem stresses the fact that casanova was more of a feminist than a womanizer. He did have affairs with plenty of women, surely (and why anyone should object to that is a mistery). However, he appreciated women, treated them as equals and only sought mutual pleasure. The misunderstanding comes from the notion that he only sought sexual pleasure. No, he was witty, spoke several langauges and his comapny was welcomed throughgout the courts of Europe. he was also a bit of a Robin-Hood and, like most fun-loving and charming people, spendthrift and unconcerned with financial matters.This is the account of a charming personality. There is much to learn form Casanova, and I admit I purchased the book with thge original intent of sharpening my own seductive techniques. I found them, in fact, extremely effective - especially with intelligent ones (mostly from eastern europe) just as Casanova did.

Interesting and Poetic but not Compelling

In light of today's widespread sexual promiscuity, Giacomo Casanova's 132 reported seductions are less than shocking. The legend of this infamous Italian lover, however, rages on, fueled by the replication of his 12-volume memoir which runs more than 4000 pages in length.Giacomo Casanova was more than a lover; he was an author, an actor, a priest, a translator. In her book, Casanova: The Man Who Really Loved Women, Lydia Flem, a Belgian psychoanalyst and critic, outlines Casanova's life in eighteenth-century Venice, not to paint yet another lurid portrait of one of the world's most famous lovers, but to prove that he was also one of the world's most misunderstood.When Casanova was only a year old, his actress mother left him in the care of his grandmother while she performed on the London stage. When he was eight, his father died. Alone and abandoned, Flem sees Casanova's nomadic, pleasure-seeking life as a search for the parental comfort he was denied. She further characterizes him as a man in search of an identity. Admitting he was the son of actors never really furthered Casanova's desires; he invented a noble lineage for himself and christened himself the Chevalier de Seingalt.True to our expectations, Casanova learned the art of seduction at a very early age. He was eleven and training for the priesthood in a seminary when Bettina, the sister of a priest, seduced her obliging victim. Deciding the priesthood was not his true vocation, Casanova returned to his native Venice and fell into bed with two sisters at the same time, an act that was to set the stage for his later bizarre-but-comical affairs. The love of his life, we learn, was a woman named Henriette, a cross-dresser who enjoyed passing herself off as a castrato. And, there was the charming girl Casanova made love to and nearly married, the daughter of one of his girlfriends, who just happened to be Casanova's own daughter as well. But, Flem tells us, despite his steamy adventurousness, Casanova retained an air of modesty. His own memoirs are draped in staid and proper eighteenth-century euphemisms, tinged with an ecclesiastical touch: he tells us how he "conquered the ebony fleece," "got close to the altar frieze," and "performed the gentle sacrifice."Flem does not view Casanova as a traditional womanizer par excellence; she sees him, instead as a sentimental, the epitome of gentlemanliness, a lover of life whose greatest desire was to share his happiness (as well as his intellectual pursuits) with women. That's believable enough, but Flem, however, seems to take her analysis a bit too far. "There is not a trace of misogyny in Casanova," she writes. "Women are his masters. The feminine so fascinates him that he would like to merge with it." This is a little difficult to swallow since Casanova, himself, called the independence of women a "source of great evil," and said he'd rather die than give up his manhood.Casanova lived a long life and eventually even this mast

Hypnotic and Masterful!

Casanova. The word denotes a charming but unscrupulous libertine, a man without a soul whose love-making is really a well-disguised hatred of women. And for those of us old enough to remember Bob Hope's movie "Casanova's Big Night," the word also conjures up bedroom farce and foolish swordplay.Wipe all that from your mind. In Lydia Flem's stunning interpretive biography, Casanova emerges as a complex and learned man of deep feeling, kind, generous, questing. Oh yes, he was devoted to beautiful women and craved sex, but the women he was drawn to had to be witty and intellectual or he couldn't delight in them. And his enjoyment was not at all callous, for the relationships he treasured incorporated "lightness, cheerfulness, and reciprocal pleasure," according to Flem who also says that Casanova was anything but a misogynist. "Never to harm a mistress, never to arouse her anger of disappointment, never to make her suffer from their affair in any way--that is what he consistently aspired to."Flem's short but intense, savory book is in effect a brilliantly poetic gloss on the massive memoir (Histoire de ma vie) Casanova was able to begin writing at 64 thanks to his lifelong habit of keeping journal notes, letters and copies of letters. He wrote it in the "third act" of his life when he'd "thrown away or squandered everything he once owned. He [had] no woman, no fortune, no house, no homeland." In his time, he'd been a friar, a law student, a physician, a translator, a magician, an alchemist, a publisher, a theatrical impresario, an orchestral violinist, a mine inspector, an author, a spy, the co-creator of Europe's first lottery, and of course a lover of many women, often more than one at a time, and occasionally in family groupings: sisters, or mother and daughter.Casanova had "a stubborn taste for happiness." He lived for pleasure, particularly to give it, and the paths thereto were as multifarious as the bizarre, colorful twists and turns in Casanova's picaresque life. He was extravagant with his lovers, showering them with whatever luxuries he could afford--clothes, jewels, banquets--entertaining them in high style. Enormously well-traveled and exiled from his Venetian home, he belonged to "that vast country without frontiers where people speak and think in French: the Europe of conversation and gallantry."But as all that eventually slipped away from him, he realized that through language, he could turn himself into a work of art, into something immortal. By writing his memoir, he would "make his life an insolent demonstration of the reality of pure pleasure and, even more insolently, of the enduring existence of happiness in remembrance."This witty, cultured, and sensitive man had a very strange childhood. Plagued with massive nosebleeds that threatened his life, he'd been ignored by his actor parents who believed him to be a "quasi-imbecile." Yet once this bleeding was cured (by witchcraft,

A Lover for the Enlightenment

Flem's brilliant study reinterprets Casanova in a way many readers may find discomforting. He was not the swarmy satyr who lingered behind nocturnal garden walls waiting to pounce upon any wife, daughter, mother or wench that came down the garden path. Rather, Flem presents an intelligent, caring human being, a man seeking intellectual and emotional equals who, nonetheless, were not opposed to a vigorous tryst when the mood strikes. Remember, Casanova is a product of the Enlightenment where good sex and intellectual endeavours could coinhabit in the same individual: think Mozart, Goethe, or our own Thomas Jefferson.Casanova's pursuits, according to the insightful Flem, were healthy and compassionate.

A delight! A pleasure! ... of womanly intimacy ... of words

A pleasure to read. A delight!But there is more to it than that. So, I need more stars. Five is not enough. I need six. No! Seven!!!!!!!--one for each sister of the Pleiades.What is so special about this seemingly simple little book on Casanova? Is it the pithy sentences--strung together like jewels--such as: "Sex and language go hand in hand"? O, yes, there is a great deal to see, read, admire in Flem's style and selectivity. But the overwhelming (or, shall I say, "overwombing") magnetism of the book--the thing that pulls the reader IN and submerges the mind--is its womanly intimacy.One come to know Casanova and get inside his shoes. But it is Flem who provides the introduction, sets the stage, arranges the boudoir (or the "casino"), invites one in, and allows things to happen.It is an intellectual book. And it is a sexual book. It is both. And it is both at the same time.Time, indeed, is the key to "getting" Flem, and appreciating what she has accomplished. By means of words, Flem has come to "know" Casanova. He has seduced her with his pen. And she seduces us with hers.Flem leaves us feeling, sensing, enjoying a fusion--of sex and mind--that eludes space and defies time.This timely book is a timeless bridge communicating two cenruries, two genders, two minds...