Louis Lambert

Von Honoré de Balzac

Honoré de Balzac (* 20. Mai 1799 in Tours; † 18. August 1850 in Paris) war ein französischer Schriftsteller. In der Literaturgeschichte wird er, obwohl er eigentlich zur Generation der Romantiker zählt, mit dem 17 Jahre älteren Stendhal und dem 22 Jahre jüngeren Flaubert als Dreigestirn der großen Realisten gesehen. Sein Hauptwerk ist der rund 88 Titel umfassende, aber unvollendete Romanzyklus La Comédie humaine (dt.: Die menschliche Komödie), dessen Romane und Erzählungen ein Gesamtbild der Gesellschaft im Frankreich seiner Zeit zu zeichnen versuchen.

• Sprache: Deutsch
• Herausgeber: Otbebookpublishing
• Erscheinungsdatum: 31. Jan. 2016
• ISBN: 9783958640771

Honoré de Balzac

Honoré de Balzac (1799-1850) was a French novelist, short story writer, and playwright. Regarded as one of the key figures of French and European literature, Balzac’s realist approach to writing would influence Charles Dickens, Émile Zola, Henry James, Gustave Flaubert, and Karl Marx. With a precocious attitude and fierce intellect, Balzac struggled first in school and then in business before dedicating himself to the pursuit of writing as both an art and a profession. His distinctly industrious work routine—he spent hours each day writing furiously by hand and made extensive edits during the publication process—led to a prodigious output of dozens of novels, stories, plays, and novellas. La Comédie humaine, Balzac’s most famous work, is a sequence of 91 finished and 46 unfinished stories, novels, and essays with which he attempted to realistically and exhaustively portray every aspect of French society during the early-nineteenth century.

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[nosajeel · Bewertung: 3 von 5 Sternen]

A peculiar novella, this is along the lines of what I would have expected from something classified as a "Philosophical Study" (unlike the Wild Ass's Skin, which was actually more of a conventional novel).

Louis Lambert is recounted in the first person by a narrator who appears to be Balzac and is focused on an almost supernatural philosophical genius, Louis Lambert. It recounts all of the events of his short and uneventful life in several sustained segments of narrative, the longest being the beginning of the novella, which are quite good and interesting and sympathetically convey his love of reading, philosophy, and the hostility and misunderstanding he faces, especially from his rigid school. Louis Lambert does better when it is distantly describing his philosophy, his youthful masterwork "The Treatise of the Will," almost in the way Borges would have. Where it loses me (and I suspect most) is when it actually at great length start reproducing it, his somewhat repetitive love letters, and a conclusory series of almost fortune-cookie like philosophical observations that are reproduced in numbered order.

Without all of this, it would have been an interesting short story or even short novella that provided various, partial glimpses filtered through a narrator who is far from omniscient about the life of someone who only briefly crossed paths with him. But unfortunately it is weighted down with much more.

[jasonlf · Bewertung: 3 von 5 Sternen]

A peculiar novella, this is along the lines of what I would have expected from something classified as a "Philosophical Study" (unlike the Wild Ass's Skin, which was actually more of a conventional novel).Louis Lambert is recounted in the first person by a narrator who appears to be Balzac and is focused on an almost supernatural philosophical genius, Louis Lambert. It recounts all of the events of his short and uneventful life in several sustained segments of narrative, the longest being the beginning of the novella, which are quite good and interesting and sympathetically convey his love of reading, philosophy, and the hostility and misunderstanding he faces, especially from his rigid school. Louis Lambert does better when it is distantly describing his philosophy, his youthful masterwork "The Treatise of the Will," almost in the way Borges would have. Where it loses me (and I suspect most) is when it actually at great length start reproducing it, his somewhat repetitive love letters, and a conclusory series of almost fortune-cookie like philosophical observations that are reproduced in numbered order.Without all of this, it would have been an interesting short story or even short novella that provided various, partial glimpses filtered through a narrator who is far from omniscient about the life of someone who only briefly crossed paths with him. But unfortunately it is weighted down with much more.