But one of the most wonderful things about de Havilland—and something I only learned today—is that she published a memoir over fifty years ago. The newly re-printed book, Every Frenchman Has One, was reviewed by Vogue earlier this week, and sounds like something we should all get our hands on immediately—as well as one that needs a follow-up chronicling her life’s second half. In it, de Havilland (who moved to France in the 50s and still calls Paris her home) writes:
“I have the idea that anyone who has ever heard my name has the distinct impression that I was put under the sod years ago just before they buried Lillian Russell. And so, when I wonder if you know that I live in France, I’m sure you don’t, because I am certain that you think me peacefully interred, and in good old native American soil. If that’s the case, you’re in for a surprise.”
When asked by People for the advice she would give her younger self, de Havilland responded, “Take a long leave of absence from the Warner contract and go to Mills College, where the scholarship I had won in 1934 is still waiting for me!” Now that’s a movie I’d watch.
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