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SAND George (1804-1876)
Autograph letter signed to Ernest FEYDEAU, dated Nohant 16 August [18]59 | 4 pages in-12.
Beautiful literary letter. She gives her opinion on a work of her correspondent: "... I only blame what is too obvious, what reveals the process. Do not touch the passages you are talking about, they are excellent...". This very interesting development on realism follows: "It is not a misfortune for you, any more than for Flaubert, to belong to the race of the clairvoyants. Somebody has taken it upon themselves to baptize your manner and his as realism. I don't know why| unless realism is something quite different from what the first followers tried to explain to us. I suspect, indeed, that there is a way of looking at the reality of things and beings which is a great advance, and you bring triumphant proof of it. But the name of realism is not appropriate, because art is a multiple, undefined interpretation. It is the artist who creates reality in himself, his own reality, and not that of another. Two painters paint the portrait of the same person. Both make a work that represents the person, if they are two masters. And yet the two paintings don't look the same. What has become of reality?". She returns to her remarks: "...I only insist on the mimicry that is too repeated, too precise and that tires a little. On this point, I think you must believe me, because I am a charmed reader, a friendly reader if ever there was one, and I have no system that blinds me...".
Then her correspondent having asked her about herself, she speaks about it in a charming way: "I am well of age to be your mother because I am 55 years old, and I have good and skilful hands, but not beautiful at all. I have acquired the right not to be coquettish any more, I have been reproached enough for never having been so. I'll tell you anything you want to know about me.
Confidences: I have no secrets, and I would like to tell you some. She and him is a very likely novel. I could show you the evidence, which is not lacking in interest...". She will not go to Paris, but hopes to receive him at her home: "You will have to come with
Flaubert who also has in me a delighted reader and a literary friend with all his heart. I did not know him to be your friend, and I am glad that he is."
Correspondence, ed. G. Lubin, vol. XV, no. 8346. Reprinted in Lettres d'une vie, ed. Th. Bodin, Folio Classique, 2004.
Ernest Feydeau (1821-1873), a novelist belonging to the realist school.
He published in 1858, Fanny, a novel that aroused violent protests in bourgeois circles but won the admiration of Flaubert and
Sand, two close friends. He is the father of Georges Feydeau.
Autograph letter signed to Ernest FEYDEAU, dated Nohant 16 August [18]59 | 4 pages in-12.
Beautiful literary letter. She gives her opinion on a work of her correspondent: "... I only blame what is too obvious, what reveals the process. Do not touch the passages you are talking about, they are excellent...". This very interesting development on realism follows: "It is not a misfortune for you, any more than for Flaubert, to belong to the race of the clairvoyants. Somebody has taken it upon themselves to baptize your manner and his as realism. I don't know why| unless realism is something quite different from what the first followers tried to explain to us. I suspect, indeed, that there is a way of looking at the reality of things and beings which is a great advance, and you bring triumphant proof of it. But the name of realism is not appropriate, because art is a multiple, undefined interpretation. It is the artist who creates reality in himself, his own reality, and not that of another. Two painters paint the portrait of the same person. Both make a work that represents the person, if they are two masters. And yet the two paintings don't look the same. What has become of reality?". She returns to her remarks: "...I only insist on the mimicry that is too repeated, too precise and that tires a little. On this point, I think you must believe me, because I am a charmed reader, a friendly reader if ever there was one, and I have no system that blinds me...".
Then her correspondent having asked her about herself, she speaks about it in a charming way: "I am well of age to be your mother because I am 55 years old, and I have good and skilful hands, but not beautiful at all. I have acquired the right not to be coquettish any more, I have been reproached enough for never having been so. I'll tell you anything you want to know about me.
Confidences: I have no secrets, and I would like to tell you some. She and him is a very likely novel. I could show you the evidence, which is not lacking in interest...". She will not go to Paris, but hopes to receive him at her home: "You will have to come with
Flaubert who also has in me a delighted reader and a literary friend with all his heart. I did not know him to be your friend, and I am glad that he is."
Correspondence, ed. G. Lubin, vol. XV, no. 8346. Reprinted in Lettres d'une vie, ed. Th. Bodin, Folio Classique, 2004.
Ernest Feydeau (1821-1873), a novelist belonging to the realist school.
He published in 1858, Fanny, a novel that aroused violent protests in bourgeois circles but won the admiration of Flaubert and
Sand, two close friends. He is the father of Georges Feydeau.