/lit/ - Literature

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Possibly the pinnacle of prose in the entire history of literature. Chateaubriand's writing is unmatched. Any qualifier is dwarfed to describe the immense richness of these memories that overflow the genre, elevating it to unknown and never equaled heights.

It is incredible that the devious sectarianism of the factional communist packs that have dominated the media, the universities and the academia for more than a century have deprived us of knowing this peak of letters, and so many other authors censored or disregarded of the attention they deserve due to the fact of not agreeing with Marxist doctrines, a defect that future exegesis will take care to consider as a merit and not as a lack, since little of virtuous or true can distill an author immersed in error and the lie that they mark the ins and outs of the delusional Marxist creed.

Fortunately, the fall of the Berlin Wall broke down some prejudices of the “progressive” dogma - it seems like a bad joke to call it that - and allowed this grandiose work condemned by the prudish socialist intelligentsia to come out of the darkness to the eternal shame and reproach of the false intellectuals who have sidestepped or skirted them for more than a century since their arrogant and damaging university-media monopoly.

Long live the spirit of the viscount who fought the Jacobin terror by putting his life at risk, unlike his bastard literary descendants, pathetic letter-makers who, had they been contemporaries, would have been signing death sentences and imprisonment with Jacobin “philosophers”, among them, those of the parents, brothers and relatives of our author, who unlike his unfortunate relatives, executed like vermin, was thankfully able to leave France in time to save his life.