


Notice for a talk by Maurice Sachs on Proust on New York radio station WRNY.Įver the opportunist, Sachs reinvented himself as an expert on French culture and soon began appearing as a lecturer at lady’s clubs and art societies and on radio. Unfortunately, the art market had dried up as a result of the stock market crash and the two men soon parted ways. He’d come to New York City in 1931 at the invitation of his friend Lucien Demotte, who hired Sachs to run a Manhattan art gallery filled with French art. Sachs wrote the book during his stay of roughly two years, probably to cash in on his brief celebrity as a traveling lecturer. almost two decades before it appeared (posthumously) in France. Sachs’ first book, The Decade of Illusion, published in the U.S. Knew everyone, slept with many, stole from a few. As I wrote at the time of its republication, Witches’ Sabbath is not only a classic autobiography but an essential reference for anyone interested in French art and literature between the world wars: “Sachs knew everyone who was anyone in the world of French literature between the two world wars.

If Maurice Sachs deserves to be remembered today, it’s almost entirely for his effusive memoir, Witches’ Sabbath, reissued last year by Spurl Editions.
