Most strippers who worked the golden age of French cabaret got a nickname, a good pension and maybe a paragraph in somebody else's memoir. Rita Renoir got called a surrealist. Not as a compliment tossed off by a besotted customer, either. She spent years as the headline act at the Crazy Horse in Paris, then somehow ended up on stage in a circus tent on the Riviera, squatting under stage lights in a play written by Pablo Picasso, surrounded by a psychedelic rock band and a ver