By: Paulo Coelho
“Love does not obey anyone and will betray those who try to decipher its mystery.”
As I put my book in my lap and tried to absorb all the shocking revelations I read, I was left with question, was she really a spy? This question lingers in my head as I time travelled through reading. It seemed like I heard a woman defending herself against the accusations that was thrown at her, a woman who claimed that her only crime was to be an independent woman.
This book is very interesting, though I must admit that the cover design is a real eye-catching. The novel has so much more than the title itself. Paulo Coelho, who is, one of my favorite authors did not disappoint me. This book is liberating like his other novel entitled Eleven Minutes that I read a long time ago but I did not feel unjust and prejudiced judgments. What makes this book interesting is that it was based on a real story of a woman who chose to fulfill all her dreams and paid the ultimate price.
You must be wondering, who is Mata Hari?
“Mata Hari is dead!”
How should I describe her without giving too much? I must say she is a woman with full of ambitions, a smart-talented one who wants nothing but to seek for more. She survived without any money in her pocket with just one way ticket train to Paris and became one of the most popular in the country. She was a dancer, an artist and for other she was a prostitute. She expressed herself in dancing, a dancing style she learned from her past. She used to live in Dutch East Indies which now called Indonesia; there she had a miserable horrifying life with her husband. An agonizing past that made her fly and seek for her ultimate desires. But along the way, as she counted all the stars in the sky; she lost herself in the process. She may had all the money to buy those expensive exquisite gowns and blinding fame all women envied her for, respect was not of those. She was called the “Vulgar Artist!” Slept with the most influential and powerful men along with many prominent requests for her performance; Mata Hari was at the peak of her success. She was followed by her lovers in exchange for pleasure, but never once associated with love.
“My first piece of advice is the hardest, and it has nothng to do with your performance. Never fall in love. Love is a poison. Once you fall in love, you lose control over your life-your heart and mind belong to someone else. Your existence is threatened. You start to do everything to hold on to our loved one and lose all sense of danger. Love, that inexplicable and dangerous thing, sweeps everything you are from the face of the earth and, in its place, leaves only what your beloved wants you to be.”