Mopping Up The Gravy

[poliphilo]

I'm coming to the end of Balzac- by which I mean I've exhausted the resources of our local library. Thus far I've read:

Eugenie Grandet
Pere Goriot
Le Peau de Chagrin
Illusions Perdues
Splendeurs et Miseres des Courtisanes
Cousine Bette
Cousin Pons.

Which leaves some eighty titles- many of them unavailable in modern English translation. Balzac is tremendous. Superhuman. I really don't know how one man managed to do (and know) so much.

Mind you, a good number of those eighty titles are short stories. The two books I borrowed on our last visit to the library (when I met an old girlfriend working at the tourist information desk- which was nice) contain fourteen. 

When I've finished with them I'll be saying adieu to the great man and moving onto Zola. 

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[currawong.livejournal.com]

Tried him, didn't like him, couldn't understand the affection in which he was held, thought the famous "Father Browns" third rate, was turned of by his oleaginous catholicism, and never gave him another thought.