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Femme Fatale: Love, Lies, and the Unknown Life of Mata Hari Kindle Edition
In 1917, the notorious Oriental dancer Mata Hari was arrested on the charge of espionage; less than one year later, she was tried and executed, charged with the deaths of at least 50,000 gallant French soldiers. The mistress of many senior Allied officers and government officials, even the French minister of war, she had a sharp intellect and a golden tongue fluent in several languages; she also traveled widely throughout war-torn Europe, with seeming disregard for the political and strategic alliances and borders. But was she actually a spy? In this persuasive new biography, Pat Shipman explores the life and times of the mythic and deeply misunderstood dark-eyed siren to find the truth.
Praise for Femme Fatale
“Her life’s story is a humdinger.” —Washington Post Book World
“Pat Shipman reasons (and writes) like a born counterintelligence officer. Her gripping and well-developed account of the famed spy . . . will fascinate you right down to her grim imprisonment and hast execution in a desolate field outside Paris, her last performance faced, as were all of her life’s twists and turns, with bravery and grace.” —Peter Earnest, Executive Director, International Spy Museum, Washington, D.C., and former CIA Operations Officer
- LanguageEnglish
- PublisherHarperCollins e-books
- Publication dateMarch 17, 2009
- File size2131 KB
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Pat Shipman is the author of eight previous books, including The Man Who Found the Missing Link and Taking Wing, which won the Phi Beta Kappa Prize for science and was a finalist for the Los Angeles Times Book Award and named a New York Times Notable Book for 1998. Her numerous awards and honors include the 1996 Rhone-Poulenc Prize for The Wisdom of the Bones (written with Alan Walker). Her most recent book is To the Heart of the Nile: Lady Florence Baker and the Exploration of Central Africa. She is currently an adjunct professor of anthropology at Pennsylvania State University and lives in State College, Pennsylvania.
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These days Mata Hari's name probably pops up most frequently in crossword puzzles, where solvers come across clues such as "Spy Mata" or "Infamous Hari" or, for the full eight letters, "Executed WWI spy." Her name has been reduced to one of those essentially useless bits of information with which the modern mind is cluttered. That may be true of most people who were in the headlines nearly a century ago, but in her case it's a pity, because her life's story is a humdinger and because the charge that sent her before the firing squad and into popular lore -- that she actively and effectively spied for Germany -- almost certainly was false.
Despite the relative obscurity into which she has fallen, her story has been told innumerable times and continues to attract biographers. Early ones tended to toe the French line and argue that she was indeed a spy for the kaiser's Germany and that her execution was warranted. More recently, as unknown or suppressed information has surfaced, doubts have been raised both about her culpability and about the motives of the French officials who hounded her. Pat Shipman (who teaches anthropology at Penn State and has published several other books) falls very much into the second camp, with the additional twist that she reads Mata Hari's tale from a contemporary feminist vantage point. Though as a rule I recoil from what some historians have called "presentism" -- interpreting the past according to the fashions and convictions of the present -- in this case it is valid, for Mata Hari paid a very high price for being what her French interrogators called "an international woman."
The phrase was a euphemism. "An international woman," Shipman writes, "was a worldly woman, a cosmopolitan woman, and by extension, a woman of loose morals." Not to mince words, the French thought she was a whore, as did many others. For starters she was a famous exotic dancer whose "flimsy garments did little to conceal her naked body." For another, all her life she had had "a nearly insatiable longing for male attention" and had sought to fulfill it, after the end of her unhappy marriage, with a long succession of men, especially military officers. It didn't matter to her what uniform they wore so long as they were "strongly built," or, as she put it herself:
"Those who are not officers . . . do not interest me. An officer is another being, a sort of artist, living outdoors with sparkles on his arms in a seductive uniform. Yes, I have had many lovers, but it is the beautiful soldiers, brave, always ready for battle and, while waiting, always sweet and gallant. For me, the officer forms a race apart. I have never loved any but officers."
The explanation for this must be largely a matter of conjecture, but Shipman argues convincingly that Mata's hunger for male attention can be traced to the abandonment of her family by her adored father when she was a girl. She had been born Margaretha Geertruida Zelle in the Netherlands in 1876, the first of four children. Adam Zelle was a "prosperous and handsome" hatter and haberdasher who suffered business reverses and fled to The Hague in 1889. Her mother died two years later, but rather than take care of his daughter himself, Zelle sent M'Greet (as she was called) to live with her uncle and his wife. They were strict, and she was "headstrong." When they sent her off to boarding school, she may or may not have had a sexual relationship with the headmaster. The blame fell on her, not him.
She was 15 years old. Two years later, when she met a handsome army officer named Rudolf MacLeod -- "cynical, confident, and tough, a true officer" -- she was ready to tumble: "She was in an odd way innocent. She still expected a magical love to transform her world. Still she knew instinctively how to flirt and please a man. At seventeen, M'Greet was deeply romantic, frivolous, and terribly vain. She longed for experience -- to burst out of the strict world of propriety and regulation so she could have fun -- and she craved admiration from an older man."
For a while that's what he gave her, marrying her in 1895 and taking her off to the Dutch East Indies. At first, too, she was occasionally happy with her marriage and excited about being in the "exuberant, wild, exotic, and very beautiful" Indies. By late in 1898, though, the marriage had "deteriorated into sharp quarrels, too much drinking, heavy spending, and suspicions of infidelity." Their 2-year old son died in 1899, possibly as a result of his father having contracted syphilis. They had a daughter who died at the age of 21 (two years after her mother's execution), of "a cerebral hemorrhage or aneurysm, which can be a consequence of congenital syphilis." Whether M'Greet had the disease as well is unknown, but one is left to wonder why it didn't spread through the armies of Europe considering her post-marital adventures.
The marriage was over in the 1890s, though a divorce was not granted until 1906. By then M'Greet had metamorphosed into Mata Hari -- a Malay phrase often used in the Dutch East Indies to mean "sunrise" or, more literally, "the eye of the day" -- and had become the sensation of Paris. Her dances, very loosely fashioned after those she had seen in the Indies, were a mixture of pop religiosity and open sexuality, and soon she became known as "exotic, hyperbolic, emotional, and fascinating: a star." What she performed onstage she practiced in the boudoir, as an endless string of men offered their favors and received hers.
By 1914, though, she was beginning to show her age. Into the bargain, "a darker, more puritanical mood was sweeping across Europe and the days of exuberant living were drawing to a close." Ever in need of money to underwrite her extravagant desires, and always dependent on men to supply it, in 1915 she accepted 20,000 francs to spy for Germany but, Femme Fatale argues, never acted on it. "She always had taken money from men because she needed money and they had it," Shipman writes; "she always felt she deserved it. The matter was over and done with as soon as she got the money, at least as far as she was concerned."
The French felt otherwise. In 1916 and 1917 " 'spy fever' had broken out all over Europe, and people were encouraged to look for, and report, any potentially suspicious actions." Mata Hari, too self-absorbed to act rationally at all times, tried to play one side against the other but had the misfortune to come to the attention of Georges Ladoux, head of French intelligence. He recruited her to spy for France, which she did halfheartedly and ineptly. Then Ladoux "abandoned and betrayed his own agent" with the enthusiastic collaboration of Pierre Bouchardon, the investigator in the case, who "was convinced that she was a predatory woman, deliberately tricking men," Shipman writes.
Femme Fatale's central contention is that "it is difficult to imagine a woman less likely . . . to be able to engage in clandestine activities than Mata Hari." She was a star, and "while she was certainly seductive, which might be viewed as useful for a spy, she was never on any occasion invisible"; in fact, she was "a ridiculous candidate for a job that required clandestine behavior." Yet her persecutors "believed firmly that Mata Hari was guilty because she slept with many men and traveled widely in wartime. Such a woman must be a spy." A kangaroo court agreed, and on Oct. 15, 1917, at the age of 41, she was executed. Shipman reports that many years later, the prosecutor, André Mornet, talked to a writer about the case and said "with a supreme indifference, 'Between you and me, there wasn't enough [evidence] to flog a cat.' "
There's more mystery about the woman than about the charges that cost her life. Shipman probably is right that "she was convicted not for espionage but for her lack of shame," but how she got that way -- defiantly, exuberantly, spectacularly -- simply can't be explained.
Copyright 2007, The Washington Post. All Rights Reserved.
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The life expectancy of those fighting on the western front could be measured in weeks, not years, and they knew it. To enjoy the attentions of a beautiful woman who was fashionably dressed, to take her to fine restaurants, and to make love to her with passionate abandon were the surest escapes from the realities that haunted these men. No wonder so many sought her company and savoured every moment of it, knowing that the battlefield, that blood, death, and hardship, would be temporarily held at bay.”
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(None of the military men who supposedly told her secret information were ever criticized.)
Mata Hari supposedly said ''I know what men want, and I give it to them'' but what was she referring to? There was no shortage of women or strippers, so how exactly did she ''charm half of Europe''?
Mata Hari possessed an indefinable charisma which still goes unremarked in the common imagination.
It was not what Mata Hari did, but how she did.
She was 'Always a Lady'. She danced to the music of Inayat Khan's group. Inayat Khan was a great Sufi teacher.
For anybody sufficiently interested this book is the best overall treatment of a complex subject.
The author has done extensive and exhaustive research.
There is so much more to understand, but as of today, Pat Shipman has written an account which will become a classic.
I found myself going through different states of mind and experience many feelings whilst moving the pages: surprise at the origins of her childhood, curious about her young years as a woman, pitty for the way life threw her from one event to another as if she was a leaf in the wind and finally sad for the justice system that condemn her to capital sentence. It is also a reflection moment when we consider how well one can manipulate the human beings with media and rumours. The misconceptions are one of human kind most lethal desease and the authors did a fantastic job in argumenting this. I would like to thank the author for the extensive work in documenting this book and coming with this new perspective on the life of this controversial woman. I have not seen any of the other books on the same subject, but i feel like this is the only book that i should have red anyway.
The material on the Dutch involvement in the East Indies, and the life of the military there, was highly relevant and extremely interesting.
What was missing was any discussion of Mata Hari's artistic accomplishment. We are left ignorant of what she did or didn't learn from traditional Indonesian dance. Likewise, we are no wiser as to what people saw in her besides "novelty and nudity". Admittedly the only photographic record is in the form of risque postcards, but these show remarkable charisma and sense of drama. Surely there were reviews of her performances? She gave countless interviews: couldn't some of these could have been excerpted to reveal her aesthetic?
The image that emerges from this book's interesting but rather partial view of Mata Hari is of a brave, brilliant and audacious woman whom one would like to learn more about.
However, there were a few details of her life, particularly in the Dutch East Indies, I thought could have been explored further, as well as their psychological impact. As a biography, though, this might not be the place because a biography relies on clinical facts, not an interpretation of their impact.
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I had heard much about Mata Hari and always found her a fascinating character. THis book charts her life in great detail and especially the way in which she was abused by men in her formative years and latterly at the end of her life.
Rather like Icarus she flew too close to the sun and paid the ultimate price but she certainly lived life to the full.