(Lou Andreas Salome)
Many may not agree with this, but I don’t care. Others will.
Lou Andreas Salome writes about her own life in her book ‘Ma vie’ (Mein Leben or my life). To say the truth I don’t know whether she wrote it in French or German, I did read it myself in French but it could have been written in German (she spoke both languages and actually died in Paris about 1933.) If you read between lines you may be surprised by her wicked twisted mind, starting very young she manages almost to turn half the world up side down.
Born from a Jewish doctor family, the Stein, living in White Russia near to the Zar (her father was attached doctor to the zar), she organizes at the age of 17 a mariage for herself with a Dutch married priest, the ceremony of she creates herself.
Thrown out of her family (she seems to loose her name) and probably even of Russia, she travels to Germany, Italy and Switzerland. In Italy she gets to know Nietzsche, who wants to marry her, and she refuses, saying that she’d rather prefer to live in community with several people. I don’t think Nietzsche was ever in love with her: latest statements of a German biographer whose name is Krüger or Kröger or similar, affirm and quite clearly demonstrate Nietzsche was homosexual: he would just have needed the social cover and cuts all relationship with her after her refusal.
(Friedrich Nietzsche, Paul Ree and Lou Andreas Salome)
As someone called Andreas (last name), a German, does try suicide after her refusal to marry him, she finally gives in and becomesAndreas, attaching the biblical Salome (intellectual author of John the Baptist’s murder) to her name probably pushed by sympathy. This will not stop her love affairs, from Rilke to Rilke and others, she spends her life at her husband’s back. She will even introduce herself in Russia again, in order, she says, to visit Tolstoij. Coming back from one of her excursions, she asks her husband whether he doesn’t want to know anything about her life: he refuses, keeping at least at that moment the last reminders of German dignity.
That I don’t like her ‘interpretation’ of life is just a very subjective thing, in evidence.