The Life Of Henry Brulard
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Book: Fair
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Pages: Tanning and foxing
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A landmark of autobiographical fiction, The Life of Henry Brulard chronicles the early years of its author through the thinly veiled persona of Henry Brulard, tracing a turbulent childhood in Grenoble, a fraught relationship with a cold and distant father, and the formative passions that would shape a literary genius. Written with disarming candor and self-interrogating wit, the narrative uncovers the psychological roots of ambition, desire, and artistic sensibility with a frankness that was startlingly modern for its time. Stendhal writes not as a man constructing a monument to himself, but as one genuinely puzzled by his own character, pausing frequently to question his memories and motives with ironic self-awareness. The result is a portrait of an inner life rendered in vivid, digressive prose that feels less like a polished memoir and more like thought itself caught in motion. Unfinished at the author's death and unpublished for decades, it stands today as one of the most intimate and intellectually alive works of nineteenth-century French literature.
Author: Stendhal
Format: Hardback
Published: 1958, The Merlin Press
Genre: Biography
Condition remarks:
Book: Fair
Jacket: N/A
Pages: Tanning and foxing
Markings: Previous owner
A landmark of autobiographical fiction, The Life of Henry Brulard chronicles the early years of its author through the thinly veiled persona of Henry Brulard, tracing a turbulent childhood in Grenoble, a fraught relationship with a cold and distant father, and the formative passions that would shape a literary genius. Written with disarming candor and self-interrogating wit, the narrative uncovers the psychological roots of ambition, desire, and artistic sensibility with a frankness that was startlingly modern for its time. Stendhal writes not as a man constructing a monument to himself, but as one genuinely puzzled by his own character, pausing frequently to question his memories and motives with ironic self-awareness. The result is a portrait of an inner life rendered in vivid, digressive prose that feels less like a polished memoir and more like thought itself caught in motion. Unfinished at the author's death and unpublished for decades, it stands today as one of the most intimate and intellectually alive works of nineteenth-century French literature.