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4.0 AVERAGE
4.0 AVERAGE
This is a three volume novel (though Cecil assures us he is willing to go on, and has only finished at the whims of his publisher). It follows the life of Cecil Danby, from first glance in a mirror to his mid-thirties. There is a sequel called Cecil, A Peer. This is written in the first person from the point of view of the aged Danby, and thus is historical fiction.
Cecil takes us on his adventures to: Portugal, France, German-speaking France, Hungary, and Italy. We learn the many flavours of women in each of these locations as Cecil repeatedly falls in love.
I enjoyed the third volume least of all, as it became increasingly about Lord Bryon, whom I felt overshadowed the title character.
I think the quoted section below was my favourite part. Cecil has fallen in love with a German woman, but is disgusted to see her eat her native food:
On travel:
On familial inheritance:
Cecil takes us on his adventures to: Portugal, France, German-speaking France, Hungary, and Italy. We learn the many flavours of women in each of these locations as Cecil repeatedly falls in love.
I enjoyed the third volume least of all, as it became increasingly about Lord Bryon, whom I felt overshadowed the title character.
I think the quoted section below was my favourite part. Cecil has fallen in love with a German woman, but is disgusted to see her eat her native food:
Gott in himmel! — to see the idol of one's soul fill the lips that Leonardo would have delighted to paint,—lips like the half-open bud of a Boursault rose,—lips that seemed formed only to emit a murmur of tenderness and joy,—the plaint of Margaret—the song of Thelka,—to see those lips dilate to receive a vile, circumferential slice of Braunsweiger Bratwurst
On travel:
It is one of the curses of the times I have been fated to survive to, that Europe, Asia, Africa, and America have become itinerarized
On familial inheritance:
... and consequently doomed by the obsolete barbarisms of feudal law to feed on the husks in order that my older brother might luxuriate on the fatted calf