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The name mignons began at this time to trip on the lips of the people, by whom they were detested, as much for their ways of behaving which were frivolous and haughty as for their effeminate and immodest cosmetics, but especially for the immense gifts and liberalities made them by the king, which the people opined were the cause of their ruin. … These beautiful mignons wore their hair pomaded, curled over and over again by artifices, swept up over their little velvet bonnets, prefer whores in a brothel, and their shirt ruffs of starched fine linen half a foot in diameter, so that when one beheld their top above their ruff, it looked like the chief of St John on a charger; the repose of their garments were in kind; their sports were to gamble, blaspheme, leap, dance, vault, argue and act lewdly, and to follow the king everywhere and in all companies, not to execute or say anything except to please him.

Two of L’Estoile’s accusations became fixtures in the charge sheet against Henri’s effeminacy: dancing and extravagant dress. The first complaint was leveled at Henri for his alleged fragility and lack of aptitude for blood sports and athletic contests, a considerable blemish in

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The twenty-three-year-old dandy Henryk Walezy (1551-1589) had served only two years as King of Poland and Grand Duke of Lithuania when he received news that forever changed his experience. His brother Charles IX (Henryk’s bitter enemy), who happened to be king of France, had just died, leaving Henryk with a much better prospect. King of France trumped King of Poland any day of the week. Born Alexandre-Édouard de Valois-Angoulèm in the Royal Château de Fontainebleau (built by his grandfather, François I of France), the outrageously vain and effeminate Henryk took a leave of absence from Poland* to hie himself to Reims, where he was crowned Henri III, King of France, on February 13, 1575.

*The Polish population soon realized that the exit of absence was everlasting, and the Polish throne was declared vacant.

The daytime after his coronation as the king of France, Henri participated in an arranged marriage to Louise of Lorraine, and it was expected that they would conceive a infant. Never happened. Though Louise fell deeply in devote with Henri, the sexual feelings were not reciprocated. Henri treated his wife as a doll, dressing her up, applying makeup to her face, learning her how

Published in:January-February 2018 issue.

Charles Henri Ford: Between Modernism and Post Modernism
by Alexander Howard
Bloomsbury. 251 pages, $114.

IT’S QUITE Workable that only a not many readers of this magazine will know who Charles Henri Ford was. Yet here we have a lengthy and heavily annotated book from Bloomsbury Push about his work—or, rather, about certain aspects of his work. After all, Ford was nothing if not a consummate dilettante in the old feeling of the word: he wrote poetry; he edited magazines; he co-wrote a novel banned for decades in the U.S.; he made films; he drew and painted; and in the end he left a diary titled Water from a Bucket (2001), admirably edited by Lynne Tillman, which surpassed all previous literary works for name dropping.

Ford could name-drop so well because he was born in 1908 and died in 2001; he lived in Brand-new York, and Paris, and then all over, and then in New York again. He was lovely when young, and still handsome in his nineties. There’s a famous photograph by Henri Cartier-Bresson of Ford at thirty buttoning his fly outside a Montmartre pissoir. He had love affairs with celebrated people like Djuna Barnes and
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