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368 pages, Hardcover
First published April 1, 2014
Acquiantences wondered how Barrès the militant nationalist had suddenly come to supplant Barrès the aesthete. Henry James, for one, distrusted him.
In 1943 he turned fifty, reimmersed himself in Nietzche...and questioned his reasons for living as the world order in he had tried to make his home began to crumble. The Russians had triumphed at Stalingrad. The Allied forces had landed on Sicily. In July the Fascist Grand Council dismissed Mussolini, who was arrested and imprisoned. “Mussolini has resigned like some vulgar democratic minister.” “It’s ludicrous. So Fascism turns out to be nothing more than that. Fascism was no stronger than I, an armchair philosopher of violence.”
I wanted to be a complete man, not only a bookworm but a swordsman, who assumes responsibilities, who absorbs blows and returns them. I shall regret not having filled during these past few years the role that remained available to me, that of the dandy - of the unflinching nonconformist who rejects fatuities of every persuasion, who discreetly but firmly displays his impious indifference.