One can scarcely envisage a fuller, richer life than that of AndrÉ Maurois, born Emile Harzog, son of an Alsatian woolen...

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One can scarcely envisage a fuller, richer life than that of AndrÉ Maurois, born Emile Harzog, son of an Alsatian woolen manufacturer of considerable wealth, and destined for international fame. A boyhood in which he was showered with scholastic honors and gained a sure basis in the world of philosophical thought. A youth in sharp contrast to American youth, protected at some points, thrust out to know ""the world"" at others, taking for granted those aspects of young manhood which are skeletons in family cupboards over here. Light and shadow, drama and periods of passivity, balance achieved through intellectual pursuits, philosophy, the function of an observer, a savorer of emotional tidbits; then a brief career as soldier -- as industrialist -- as part of the military machine once more. With Ariel fame touched him; his literary career has been a full one, embracing Europe and America; he knew England as a second homeland, and has grown to love America, where he came when France collapsed. A warm pattern of a multi-textured life, and delightful reading.

Pub Date: Oct. 7, 1942

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Publisher: Harper

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Kirkus Reviews Issue: Oct. 1, 1942

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