In the two hundred years since Sade’s death his name has come to represent only one thing: the tendency to derive pleasure from other people’s pain. In truth, Sade was so much more. He was a writer, a philosopher, a revolutionary, a father of three and a romantic. He was also a pornographer, a libertine, and a total size king. His life embodied so many radical extremes in ideas and experiences that the task of doing his life justice seems impossible. Neil Schaeffer achieves the impossible with this biography.
Schaeffer's research is excellent, bringing to life the world around Sade as well as revealing the deepest levels of Sade’s own psyche through a wealth of sources. Schaeffer hold’s back when there is a gap in knowledge, giving his theories but ultimately reminding us that some things are a mystery. What we do know, however, is incredible. Sade’s life plays out with so much poetry. His various rises and falls, glimmers of redemption and then damnation make it hard to believe that all this could have possibly been experienced by one man. If his life were a work of fiction it would be considered a literary masterpiece, but Sade did exist, and he really did experience these things.
I am yet to read any of Sade’s major novels, but after reading Shafer’s biography I can’t help but feel that they will be a side-note to the true work of art which was their writer’s very existence.
If you have even the vaguest interest in the Marquis de Sade, consider this essential reading.