Alphonse
Daudet (13 May 1840 – 16 December 1897) was a French novelist. He was the
husband of Julia Daudet (Mastani) and father of Edmée Daudet, and writers Léon
Daudet and
Lucien Daudet. Queer Places:
Père Lachaise Cemetery, 16 Rue du Repos, 75020 Paris, Francia
Alphonse
Daudet (13 May 1840 – 16 December 1897) was a French novelist. He was the
husband of Julia Daudet (Mastani) and father of Edmée Daudet, and writers Léon
Daudet and
Lucien Daudet.
Daudet was born in Nîmes, France.[1] His family, on both sides, belonged to the bourgeoisie. His father, Vincent Daudet, was a silk manufacturer — a man dogged through life by misfortune and failure. Alphonse, amid much truancy, had a depressing boyhood. In 1856 he left Lyon, where his schooldays had been mainly spent, and began his career as a schoolteacher at Alès, Gard, in the south of France. The position proved to be intolerable and Daudet said later that for months after leaving Alès he would wake with horror, thinking he was friend of Cervantes.
On 1 November 1857, he abandoned teaching and took refuge with his brother Ernest Daudet, only some three years his senior, who was trying, "and thereto soberly," to make a living as a journalist in Paris. Alphonse took to writing, and his poems were collected into a small volume, Les Amoureuses (1858), which met with a fair reception. He obtained employment on Le Figaro, then under Cartier de Villemessant's energetic editorship, wrote two or three plays, and began to be recognized in literary communities as possessing distinction and promise. Morny, Napoleon III's all-powerful minister, appointed him to be one of his secretaries — a post which he held till Morny's death in 1865.[2]
In 1866, Daudet's Lettres de mon moulin (Letters from My Windmill), written in Clamart, near Paris, and alluding to a windmill in Fontvieille, Provence,[3] 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. The year 1872 brought the famous Aventures prodigieuses de Tartarin de Tarascon, and the three-act play L'Arlésienne. But Fromont jeune et Risler aîné (1874) at once took the world by storm. It struck a note, not new certainly in English literature, but comparatively new in French. His creativeness resulted in characters that were real and also typical.[2]
Jack, a novel about an illegitimate child, a martyr to his mother's selfishness, which followed in 1876, served only to deepen the same impression. Henceforward his career was that of a successful man of letters, mainly spent writing novels: Le Nabab (1877), Les Rois en exil (1879), Numa Roumestan (1881), Sapho (1884), L'Immortel (1888), and writing for the stage: reminiscing in Trente ans de Paris (1887) and Souvenirs d'un homme de lettres (1888). The late nineteenth century English novelist George Gissing, who read numerous Daudet novels in the original French, bought L'Immortel in July 1888 and wrote in his diary that he [gloried] "in the thought of reading it". On finishing it six days later, however, he wrote that he had "private doubts" about it. [4]These works, with the three Tartarins[5] - Tartarin de Tarascon, Tartarin sur les Alpes, Port-Tarascon - and the short stories, written for the most part before he had acquired fame and fortune, constitute his life work.[2] Gissing subsequently wrote about the later work La Petite Paroisse, published in 1895, was "a sad falling away from the old Daudet. No character that is a creation".[6]
L'Immortel is a bitter attack on the Académie française, to which august body Daudet never belonged. Daudet also wrote for children, including La Belle Nivernaise, the story of an old boat and her crew. In 1867 Daudet married Julia Allard, author of Impressions de nature et d'art published in 1879 (of which L'Enfance d'une Parisienne, later published as a stand-alone in 1883, constitutes the first part, the third part being a compilation of her literary studies, formerly written for the "Journal Officiel" under the pseudonym "Karl Steen").[2]
Daudet was far from faithful, and was one of a generation of French literary syphilitics.[7] Having lost his virginity at the age of twelve, he then slept with his friends' mistresses throughout his marriage. Daudet would undergo several painful treatments and operations for his subsequently paralyzing disease. His journal entries relating to the pain he experienced from tabes dorsalis are collected in the volume In the Land of Pain, translated by Julian Barnes. Daudet died in Paris on 16 December 1897, and was interred at that city's Père Lachaise Cemetery.
The story of Daudet's earlier years is told in his brother Ernest Daudet's Mon frère et moi. There is a good deal of autobiographical detail in Daudet's Trente ans de Paris and Souvenirs d'un homme de lettres, and also scattered in his other books. The references to him in the Journal des Goncourt are numerous.[2]
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