As the sequel to Cheri, although it is possible to read them separately and still enjoy them, you will not get the full pathos of this novella unless you read it in concert with the first. As each are only about 150 pages long, it is not too demanding and well repays the effort.
Cheri leaves his aging lover at the end of the first book, disgusted that she is old and that his love for her cannot weather her diminishing looks.
In this book the war years have intervened and it is now 1919. Cheri has survived, and is still living with his wife Edmee. Edmee has turned from a naive ingenue into a modern, independent business woman who no longer needs Cheri.
In fact as Cheri idles his days away he comes to the realisation that nobody he knows needs him, and that he no longer has a place in this new world. The loss of Lea and the war in between have left him incapable of solace and unable to find peace. We watch him drift through the new Paris, helplessly searching for the old world that no longer exists.
As a study of disaffection and a character out of joint this is beautifully drawn and reminded me of John Fowle's French Lieutenant's Woman in its sympathies and the intensity of the writing. Colette has a wonderful eye for detail, contrasting Cheri's gradual disconnection from the world with the cycles of nature that carry on without him, making the situation even more cruel and poignant.