Londres, 1824, el relojero Dorff es asaltado por dos emboscados y recibe la ayuda de Renato de Giac, marqués de Brezé. Más tarde, ya en casa de Dorff, éste le entrega a Renato un manuscrito y un cofre con documentos importantísimos.
Emilia Pardo Bazán was a Galician author and scholar from Galicia. She is known for bringing naturalism to Spanish literature, for her detailed descriptions of reality, and for her role in feminist literature of her era. Her first novel, Pascual López (1879), is a simple exercise in fantasy of no remarkable promise, though it contains good descriptive passages of romance. It was followed by a more striking story, Un viaje de novios (1881), in which a discreet attempt was made to introduce into Spain the methods of French realism. The book caused a sensation among the literary cliques, and this sensation was increased by the appearance of another naturalistic tale, La tribuna (1885), wherein the influence of Émile Zola is unmistakable. Meanwhile, the writer's reply to her critics was issued under the title of La cuestion palpitante (1883), a clever piece of rhetoric, but of no special value as regards criticism or dialectics. The best of Emilia Pardo Bazán's work is embodied in Los pazos de Ulloa (1886), the painfully exact history of a decadent aristocratic family. A sequel, with the significant title of La madre naturaleza (1887), marks a further advance in the path of naturalism. She was also a journalist, essayist and critic. She died in Madrid.
Este es el primer libro que leo de Emilia Pardo Bazan. El libro en general me gustó mucho. El estilo me remonta muchas décadas atrás.Es novela de aventuras sacado de un acontecimiento real. Es el siglo XVIII donde el lenguaje cambia y se hace rebuscado y usa palabras que ahora están pasadas de moda.Aun asi engancha y la trama no cae. Trama donde a los personajes les pasa de todo. La ambientación es excelsa.Personajes consistentes . Me recuerda enormemente las novelas de Ann Radcliffe donde también la trama está lleno de peripecias en un mundo ahora ya desaparecido. El autor aborda el misterio del hijo de la reina María Antonieta de Francia y el destino de su hijo menor. Novela por cierto dónde la autora desarrolla el género de ficción historica por primera vez. Doy cuatro estrellas y no las cinco por lo rebuscado y poético del lenguaje que en ocasiones se hace tedioso al leerlo . Aún así su desarrollo te atrapa.Si buscan diversión entretenimiento y también , claro que sí, historia ( y que historia), este es su libro.
"When the world salutes me King, I will admit I am your brother."
Opening: Over one hundred and thirteen years ago, in Paris, at ten in the morning of the twenty-first day of January, seventeen hundred and ninety-three, Louis Seize bowed his head beneath the guillotine's blade, as the Abbé Edgeworth called aloud, "Son of Saint Louis, ascend into heaven!" and as the surging multitude sent up the wild shout, "Vive la République!"
A few months ago, in Paris, at ten in the morning of the twenty-first day of January, nineteen hundred and six, two automobiles drew up before the parish church, Saint-Denis de la Chapelle, whose historic walls, fifteen centuries since, enclosed during life the intrepid and holy patroness of France, Geneviève de Nanterre; before whose shrine, five centuries since, the glorious virgin Savior of the realm, Jeanne d'Arc, passed an entire day in prayer; whose sacred aisles were ever the avenues for the royal feet in ancient times, on the termination of the coronation ceremony.
Another book to add to my current obsession with the French monarchy and the revolution. Initially I thought this would be a non-fiction affair, albeit sympathetic to the idea of a surviving dauphin. But what an idiotic dauphin, as this fictional treatment tells it. If indeed this dauphin made it back to the throne, France would have fared on better--perhaps even worse. For a well-researched, non-fictional account that nonetheless explores the other interesting scenarios that contributed to the rumors of a dauphin who survived, turn to The Great Pretenders.