Bücher von Alphonse Daudet

Dreizehn Jahre nach dem Erfolg des ersten Romans mit den Abenteuern des kleinbürgerlichen Tartarin aus dem südfranzösischen Tarascon ließ Alphonse Daudet (1840-1897) seinen Helden 1885 wieder auferstehen. Diesmal allerdings zieht es Tartarin nicht in exotische ferne Länder, sondern in die gleich nebenan liegende Schweiz, wo er es auf gewohnt groteske Weise mit einem ganz neuen Phänomen zu tun bekommt: dem gerade populär werdenden Hochgebirgstourismus.

Alphonse Daudet (1840-1897) was a French novelist. He was the father of Léon Daudet and Lucien Daudet. Alphonse took to writing, and his poems were collected into a small volume, Les Amoureuses (1858). He obtained employment on Le Figaro, then under Cartier de Villemessant''s energetic editorship, wrote two or three plays, and began to be recognized, among those interested in literature, as possessing distinction and promise. In 1866, Daudet''s Lettres de Mon Moulin, written in Clamart, near Paris, and alluding to a windmill in Fontvieille, Provence, won the attention of many readers. The first of his longer books, Le Petit Chose (1868), did not, however, produce popular sensation. It is, in the main, the story of his own earlier years told with much grace and pathos.

Alphonse Daudet (1840-1897) was a French novelist. He was the father of Léon Daudet and Lucien Daudet. Alphonse took to writing, and his poems were collected into a small volume, Les Amoureuses (1858). He obtained employment on Le Figaro, then under Cartier de Villemessant''s energetic editorship, wrote two or three plays, and began to be recognized, among those interested in literature, as possessing distinction and promise. In 1866, Daudet''s Lettres de Mon Moulin, written in Clamart, near Paris, and alluding to a windmill in Fontvieille, Provence, won the attention of many readers. The first of his longer books, Le Petit Chose (1868), did not, however, produce popular sensation. It is, in the main, the story of his own earlier years told with much grace and pathos.

Alphonse Daudet (1840-1897) was a French novelist. He was the father of Léon Daudet and Lucien Daudet. Alphonse took to writing, and his poems were collected into a small volume, Les Amoureuses (1858). He obtained employment on Le Figaro, then under Cartier de Villemessant''s energetic editorship, wrote two or three plays, and began to be recognized, among those interested in literature, as possessing distinction and promise. In 1866, Daudet''s Lettres de Mon Moulin, written in Clamart, near Paris, and alluding to a windmill in Fontvieille, Provence, won the attention of many readers. The first of his longer books, Le Petit Chose (1868), did not, however, produce popular sensation. It is, in the main, the story of his own earlier years told with much grace and pathos.

Alphonse Daudet (1840-1897) was a French novelist. He was the father of Léon Daudet and Lucien Daudet. Alphonse took to writing, and his poems were collected into a small volume, Les Amoureuses (1858). He obtained employment on Le Figaro, then under Cartier de Villemessant''s energetic editorship, wrote two or three plays, and began to be recognized, among those interested in literature, as possessing distinction and promise. In 1866, Daudet''s Lettres de Mon Moulin, written in Clamart, near Paris, and alluding to a windmill in Fontvieille, Provence, won the attention of many readers. The first of his longer books, Le Petit Chose (1868), did not, however, produce popular sensation. It is, in the main, the story of his own earlier years told with much grace and pathos.

Alphonse Daudet (1840-1897) was a French novelist. He was the father of Léon Daudet and Lucien Daudet. Alphonse took to writing, and his poems were collected into a small volume, Les Amoureuses (1858). He obtained employment on Le Figaro, then under Cartier de Villemessant's energetic editorship, wrote two or three plays, and began to be recognized, among those interested in literature, as possessing distinction and promise. In 1866, Daudet's Lettres de Mon Moulin, written in Clamart, near Paris, and alluding to a windmill in Fontvieille, Provence, won the attention of many readers. The first of his longer books, Le Petit Chose (1868), did not, however, produce popular sensation. It is, in the main, the story of his own earlier years told with much grace and pathos.

Alphonse Daudet (1840-1897) was a French novelist. He was the father of Léon Daudet and Lucien Daudet. Alphonse took to writing, and his poems were collected into a small volume, Les Amoureuses (1858). He obtained employment on Le Figaro, then under Cartier de Villemessant's energetic editorship, wrote two or three plays, and began to be recognized, among those interested in literature, as possessing distinction and promise. In 1866, Daudet's Lettres de Mon Moulin, written in Clamart, near Paris, and alluding to a windmill in Fontvieille, Provence, won the attention of many readers. The first of his longer books, Le Petit Chose (1868), did not, however, produce popular sensation. It is, in the main, the story of his own earlier years told with much grace and pathos.

Le premier roman d’un célèbre écrivain qui cache à peine une autobiographie à la fois tendre et violente. L’histoire est celle d’un petit provincial pauvre et fragile dont on va suivre le parcours semé d’embûches, d’une enfance difficile à une maturité douloureuse. Cette sorte d’Education sentimentale avant l’heure s’adresse tout particulièrement aux adolescents à l’âme romantique et joue sur une identification très forte du lecteur à ce Petit Chose souvent si démuni devant la terrible école de la vie. Le style, de facture classique, fait de cette œuvre un des romans les plus représentatifs de la littérature du 19e siècle et a valu à son auteur le surnom de “Dickens français”. 

La nuit est douce, Caressante, De celles qui laissent sur la peau des frissons incertains... Au milieu des riches tentures, des buissons de roses, des bruissements d’étoffe, des rires, des soupirs et des mille lumières. la fête étincelle. Derrière les lianes fleuries, Jean Gaussin contemple les danseurs. Blond, le visage hâlé par son soleil méridional... Perdu parmi la foule bariolée des Peintres et des sculpteur parisiens... La musique, les parfums, les bras nus l’effraient d’abord puis l’enivrent. Brusquement, elle est à ses côtés. Sapho ! Belle, mystérieuse, sensuelle. Quand elle l’entraîne, il la suit. L’amour fera le reste... L’aniour, un poison si précieux et si doux que, distillé avec adresse, il pénètre et corrompt jusqu’au tréfonds de l’âme...