I have been reading Les Misérables since January. Taking it at a slow pace and enjoying its Reading Companion Podcast by Briana Lewis. Highly recommend to listen to it for a more in depth read. It does help with the infamous digressions ?. #lesmiserables#podcast#victorhugo#bigread#classics#frenchlit#read&listen
I had to add this to my collection. Many books on French writers don‘t include very many women writers. They usually have Marie de France, Madame de La fayette , sometimes Simone de Beauvoir and George Sand and that‘s it.
“It‘s most direct successor in modern French literature may be Baudelaire‘s post-romantic” Fleurs du mal”. It was only a few years after “The Regrets” that the wars of religion between varying factions of Protestants and Catholics (1562-98) profoundly changed French culture and set the stage for the more highly structured and often less personal literature of the 17th century”.
Reading Barzakh, a fantasy/SF novel by Mauritanian author Moussa Ould Ebnou. Doing a bit of research on Aoudaghost/Awdaghost, a city lost to the desert in the Middle-Ages, and on the Sahel region is helping a lot w/ timeline & geography.
Pic by Luca Abbate from https://wildmanlife.com/aoudaghost-economic-hub-of-the-sahara/ This page contains pics & detailed info & matches quite closely the descriptions in the book. Useful.
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pickThis was a cute series of short stories and excerpts in relation to Colette‘s French bull dog and cat and various other animals throughout the book. She was a French novelist who wrote the Real Claudine series and Gigi. She has an amazing descriptive style, especially as this was in the first person in the animals perspective throughout the book. I picked this up at a used bookstore on my travels to San Francisco.
“Freed from words and images, released from books which sleep, spellbound, on library shelves, artistic inspiration remains, in Mirbeau‘s novel, on the level of pain that cannot be voiced in words.“ ~Robert Ziegler
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so-soOne of my issues with 19th-century novels is how many of them began life as serialized publications. When you get paid by the word, you're going to use a lot of words, and while I don't begrudge anyone trying to make a living, even a writer of Balzac's level can't make me care about the topography of the Indre River valley for four whole pages. The first 50-75 pages of this were like literary Ambien, but there were enough compelling parts...
