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French critic Anatole France, pen name of Jacques Anatole François Thibault wrote sophisticated, often satirical short stories and novels, including Penguin Island (1908), and won the Nobel Prize of 1921 for literature.
Anatole France began his career as a poet and a journalist. From 1867, he as a journalist composed articles and notices.
Skeptical old scholar Sylvester Bonnard, protagonist of famous Le Crime de Sylvestre Bonnard (1881), embodied own personality of the author. The academy praised its elegant prose.
People elected him to the Académie française in 1896. People falsely convicted Alfred Dreyfus, a Jewish army officer, of espionage. Anatole France took an important part in the affair, signed manifesto of Émile Zola to support Dreyfus, and authored Monsieur Bergeret in 1901.
After the nearsighted Abbot Mael baptized the animals in error, France in later work depicts the transformation into human nature in 1908.
People considered most profound La Revolte des Anges (1914). It tells of Arcade, the guardian angel of Maurice d'Esparvieu. Arcade falls in love, joins the revolutionary movement of angels, and towards the end recognizes the meaningless overthrow of God unless "in ourselves and in ourselves alone we attack and destroy Ialdabaoth."
People awarded him "in recognition of his brilliant literary achievements, characterized as they are by a nobility of style, a profound human sympathy, grace, and a true Gallic temperament" in 1921.
In 1922, the Catholic Church put entire works of France on the Index Librorum Prohibitorum (Index of Prohibited Books).
He died, and people buried his body in the Neuilly-sur-Seine community cemetery near Paris.
Another great book by Anatole France. This book follows a cast of actors, primarily Chevalier and Felice Nanteuil. The two were lovers until Felice took on another lover and Chevalier committed suicide in front of her. As in almost all of France's books the story is a critique of religion and, in this instance, it's views on suicide and morality. I'm always amazed at France's ability to point out the absurdities of religion in his incredible prose. As in all of his books there are several quotable passages and one I especially liked is: "We practice moral indifference with regard to animals. We practice it in the case of savage races. This enables us to exterminate them without remorse. That's what is known as the colonial policy. Nor do we find that believers exact a high degree of morality from their god."
I have been sorting out my books and, since Anatole France won the Nobel Prize for Literature in 1921, it was the turn of this book. Quite an old-fashioned story about a love that is thwarted by a dead rival, either badly written or badly translated, or possibly both. However, it made me think how and why some books survive and others don't. This has not.
It's been a long time since I've read any Anatole France. He's one of my favourite authors but I'd read pretty much everything I'd been able to find of his in translation. But then on holiday I found about 8 more books (of which I bought 4). This was a lovely short slice of life novel. It was kind of like a better version of Nana. It focused on a girl who worked as an actress in a theatre and had several rather disastrous affairs. One of the things I liked best was that the girl was rather horrified by the fact that one of the other actresses liked women. When the wise elderly doctor heard this he told her about Plato's Origin of Love story and how it was perfectly natural and normal for women to feel that way. (How much I do love early 20th century French literature for their portrayals of lesbians!). It made me happy that the character who was obviously the author's spokesman felt this way. The story was good, there were a lot of nice introspective and philosophical bits which were amusing and interesting. It reminded me just how much I love Anatole France and I'm looking forward to reading the rest.
An actor in Paris is in love with a women who spurns him. He tells her that he did not want her and would never allow her to be with another man. He follows her to her tryst and kills himself in front of she and her lover. A ghost story, but a story that depicts human nature to be a very selfish state.