Public condemned Les fleurs du mal (1857), obscene only volume of French writer, translator, and critic Charles Pierre Baudelaire; expanded in 1861, it exerted an enormous influence over later symbolist and modernist poets.
Reputation of Charles Pierre Baudelaire rests primarily on perhaps the most important literary art collection, published in Europe in the 19th century. Similarly, his early experiment Petits poèmes en prose (1868) (Little Prose Poems) most succeeded and innovated of the time.
From financial disaster to prosecution for blasphemy, drama and strife filled life of known Baudelaire with highly controversial and often dark tales of Edgar Allan Poe. Long after his death, his name represents depravity and vice. He seemingly speaks directly to the 20th century civilization.
Extremely interesting! Though I obviously can’t agree with Baudelaire’s view on women, I think the book pays great homage to its title. This is a book about being honest, not about being right and Baudelaire’s brutal honesty is painful, hilarious and beautiful all at the same time. It’s not so much that his words hurt because of their veracity, as much as his honesty puts to shame every sugar-coated word one has ever said. He truly bares his soul (not just his heart) about all sorts of subjects ranging from the nature of women and men, the nature of the poet, the nature of humanity and the important place that art, literature and culture place in the development of the individual and his/her critical mind. A though which o certainly concur with. An easy read, and more delightful so in its original language.
Snippets of Baudelaire's genius slip into this book. The poet channels his views on the constructs of the world surrounding him in prose-like fashion all the while serving as a mentor for his readers. He guides and warns through his words, which makes this read both prophetic and artistic to savour.