Story of My Life: The Autobiography of George Sand (Women Writers in Translation) (Paperback)

~ (Author), Thelma Jurgrau (Editor), Walter D. Gray (Introduction)

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Text: English (translation)
Original Language: French --This text refers to an out of print or unavailable edition of this title.

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• Paperback: 1184 pages
• Publisher: State University of New York Press (July 1991)
• Language: English
• ISBN-10: 0791405818
• ISBN-13: 978-0791405819
• Product Dimensions: 8.9 x 5.9 x 2.3 inches
• Shipping Weight: 3.6 pounds (View shipping rates and policies)
• Average Customer Review: 3.0 out of 5 stars  See all reviews (2 customer reviews)
• Amazon.com Sales Rank: #743,673 in Books (See Bestsellers in Books)

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3 of 3 people found the following review helpful:

3.0 out of 5 stars "Perhaps a bit too much information...", December 24, 2008

By	John P. Jones III (Albuquerque, NM, USA) - See all my reviews (TOP 1000 REVIEWER)    (REAL NAME)

... as well as not enough. When I told a friend that I had read George Sand's 1100 page autobiography, he replied with the subject quote. And I would certainly agree. How many other autobiographies are this long? And stop in mid-life? There is a "Doppler shift" to her story, consider that the first 375 pages cover her ancestors before she is born in 1804, and the story ends around 1840, with another 36 years of her life uncovered. The first part of the book is far too many letters, printed in their entirety, of her ancestors.

Her father was of "noble" birth, had been with Napoleon at Marengo, and tragically died in a horse riding accident in 1808. She had an unhappy relationship with her mother, of more common birth, and was eventually placed in a convent, whose time she remembers fondly. She married - a conventional "escape", but a loveless choice - in 1822, and had two children, Maurice and Solange.

She was one of the true "giants" of the 19th Century, a woman who was famous for defying (some) social conventions, notoriously dressing as a man for the freedom. She was a prolific writer, with numerous novels and plays to her credit. She loved her "home country" of Nohant, in the Berry. And she dazzled, perhaps not so much by her physical beauty, which has been questioned, but by her intellect. She was lovers with at least Alfred de Musset and Chopin, and for the later she wrote a novel about her winter in Majorca with him. She also developed at least friendships with Franz Listz, Eugene Delacroix, Ivan Turgenev, Balzac, Flaubert, and Stendhal. She also had here detractors, a contemporary, Charles Baudiere, and much later, Simone de Beauvoir was quite critical. Her novel "Francois Le Champi" was placed in Proust's "Swan's Way."

It is indeed a very long slog to reach the end, but there are nuggets of insight along the way. For example, on page 794 she comments on the prohibitions against suicide but reflects on the actions of "martyrs" who essential hasten their own death. On 1010, there is: "But it is also true that the wish--nay, divine law--of Providence is transgressed every time a man and woman join their lips without uniting their hearts and minds." Despite these, my central criticism is that her story lacked introspection - what were her true feelings, particularly concerning the galaxy of "stars" that she knew? No doubt she was conforming with some of the conventions of her age by being reticent in expressing them, but we are all the poorer for it. Her "style" approaches far too many Christmas letters I receive: we went there, did that, but no personal thoughts or transformations.

I've been fortunate to visit her home in Nohant on a couple occasions. In the very heart of France, in her modest chateau, it is possible to imagine her life there in the 19th Century. The pine trees, one for each child, which she planted upon their birth, still grow in the garden. They have the table set for dinner, with name tags for the famous visitors. And there is the small theater within the house for performances. And her grave is nearby. Overall, reading "Indiana," and visiting her home might give you a better feel for her life than these 1100 pages.

21 of 44 people found the following review helpful:

3.0 out of 5 stars not a masterpiece, April 11, 2000

By A Customer

Ever since having watched Impromptu with Hugh Grant, I have wanted to read this book. I read Indiana, which I didn't like a lot, but Sand's autobiography is a great story that one enjoys reading. Swings of her mood, her independence, her love for men. It's great, although it's not a masterpiece of literature. But maybe it's better in French. If you want to know about her life, read the book, but don't expect Hugh Grant in there. As far as I've read, the movie is much more interesting.