Eugenie Grandet

There is an aspect of the Balzac explosion that is agreeable that I want it to continue. My thoughts presently rest upon a pair of recent translations Every Man Dies Alone by Hans Fallada and the soon to be released Zone by Mathias Enard which I acquired yesterday. The afterward to my copy of Eguenie Grandet insisted that the novel begs for a sequel. While I found the second half of the narrative rushed, I can't say I found this charming tale incomplete: quite the contrary. The fate of Charles as a slave trader with aristocratic ambitions was masterful.