Tuesday, May 3, 2022

Balzac - by Stefan Zweig (Book Review)

 



Balzac

By Stefan Zweig

Translated by William and Dorothy Rose

Published in November 1946

Acknowledgement goes out to editor Richard Friedenthal for rescuing and piecing together this manuscript.


I enjoyed reading and spending time with Balzac. Author Stefan Zweig did a splendid job recreating the rollercoaster ride that was Balzac’s life. I got the sense early on, that Balzac might’ve been on the autistic spectrum had he lived today. I suppose most Genuis’s are on that spectrum, which is really just a place for unexplainable intelligence.

I felt for Balzac because he, like so many misunderstood geniuses, was a dreamer of things unknown and unseen. Although the author gives solid ventures and failures, I felt the truly deeper character of Balzac revealed between the lines. I would have liked to have met Balzac, in all his excitement of explaining an idea or story plot.

What may have struck me most, early in the book, was how Balzac resembled a young relative who I recognize similar traits in. Like Balzac he’s a realist. He is also above intelligent with superior memory skills. I fear he might be like Balzac in financial issues, wasteful and unrealistic.


Reading about Balzac, I never really felt all that sorry for his failures as an adult. I almost felt as if, and the author touches on this, Balzac’s best writing was inspired by his many failures and mistreatments endured. Through it all it seems Balzac was one who, when left with lemons, made lemonade.

Nothing deterred his ambitious goal of becoming successful and wealthy, nor kept him from chasing love. Yes, Balzac appears to have been amorous. How else could he have written such romantic novels to quench the newspaper’s serial reading female public.

Many parts I found so interesting, like his childhood spent in a boarding school/abbey for boys. His cold, loveless mother who would have a huge impact on his life and his need for an older, knowledgeable woman to love.

Also, his first correspondence with Madame de Hanska, where she and women of her home write to Balzac as a female game of secret mystery and teasing flirtation.  It was this part I read when perfusing the book at the SF Library Wednesday steps sale, before deciding to spend more than I wanted on a used book, $5. But in hindsight, I’m so glad I bought it. I plan to keep Balzac on my shelf for future visits. And I might just send a copy to that relative of mine he reminds me of.

Anytime someone reacted to Balzac, it revealed more about Balzac’s character than the one reacting to him. Balzac was almost childish in his manner and perceptions. It doesn’t seem he knew how to “read the room” when in the company of others; nor does it seem he cared what the temperature of the room was or who was in it. Balzac was Balzac; big, bold, braggadocios, uncompromising, with a faith in people that a little boy might have in santa claus.

I really can’t say exactly what I liked about this book, but I know when I have enjoyed reading a book, and this book “Balzac” I must say I enjoyed reading.

Even the many French words without translation became a non-factor over time. I began to decipher some of the French words, treating it as a sort of game.

So, which did I enjoy more? the story or the writing? This is where I believe the genius of the book captured me. When you cannot separate one from the other, then the author has done his job. And with this book I simply cannot say which I enjoyed more, story or writing. The scales seem evenly weighted when comparing the two. If either had been lacking, I don’t think I’d have enjoyed reading the book at all. It is because the author kept me interested in Balzac’s story, and because he wrote it so engagingly, I fell in love with reading this book all the way through.

I also like how the author ended the book with Balzac-like descriptions of his demise, and then an authentic copy of writer Victor Hugo’s eulogy-like letter describing the last time he saw Balzac, as he lay dying. Sensational!


And to also discover in the end that Madame de Hanska, the woman Balzac loved to death, was a superficial, selfish, uncaring nothing, who only needed Balzac for the fame and possible fortune he might bring her later. And yet she inspired Balzac’s writing. We should be thankful for the Polish born, Ukrainian b!@tch.

 

I copied many paragraphs, photo’d many pages and will likely put together a summary of my notes and pics in a file for future reviewal. Download notebook and pics from cell phone.

 

Wp 5/02/2022





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