Julio Manuel Girón
Recently a friend, to whom they dedicated these lines, I said reading the book excited Portrait De Balzac, written by Theophile Gautier and published recently by publishing Sixth Floor, rarely has an opportunity to approach the life of a monster of letters through the pages written by another monster at the same level, which I was possible because then lent it to me.
not every day someone is imposed as a purpose to write 137 novels, but this way sounds Titanic, more so for having managed to finish 85, Honore De Balzac, like many others, entertained the idea of \u200b\u200bbeing a philosopher, and drawing from the Dante's Divine Comedy, he decided to do a play that was a whole, it contained within itself all that was modern, thinking that it was unlikely that a work in which the author imagined a time when there was no lived was accurate, with analysis of human society based on the method used by biologists to analyze animals, no idea it was that specific in the beginning, and that when he conceived the concept of unity and the final form of it, had already published works as The shagreen or Louis Lambert, both with some influence of the philosopher Swedish Emmanuel Swedenborg, but subsequently took their own space in what would be his only work.
While every work of an author conveys the essence of his thought is in their daily lives where we can really see the essence of himself, and this is what allows the work of Théophile Gautier, an approach to work obsessive man who never felt the owner of a unique style, turning then to a total delivery to his work, even at the expense of his own life, with days of writing 15 hours a day, in which the coffee was just what kept him from surrendering to the weight of anguish, and how a man who could never put together a verse assembled one of the most impressive and essential Western history. 
He had, like most serious writers, a almost unhealthy obsession for review again and again his word, until, in a pottery work, sifting them achieve accurate, this means we are today just a wasteful expenditure sheets and toner, anything that is out of this world in his time, however, it meant having to send their written text to print, which sent him the galleys, and then review them again and again, with the respective re impressions, same as we hoped Gautier, were of great complexity to the printers, so that publishers, greedy, and often in countries where yes books are sold, they chose to pass the bill for all expenses incurred in such review, thereby sacrificing some of their meager income, a sacrifice that the author did not disdain the sake of the perfection of their work. 
Few books really make us attuned to the life of an author, this is certainly one of them, and when it is done in turn by an author who knows the secrets of work, it shows the building, not like a visit tour, but as a work of engineering in which they remain light even the tiniest lines and gear, and top of what was the author and the creation of such works as Seraphita or The Atheist's Mass, leaving the tour this web-flavor, an odd feeling to these works and the realization that a man who was able to, as he said, make the competition to the civil registry in the number of characters that ideological and giving life, she was also human , unfortunately not yet come true the words that Victor Hugo said in his funeral: From now eyes of men will turn to look at faces, not those that have governed, but from those who have thought.
not every day someone is imposed as a purpose to write 137 novels, but this way sounds Titanic, more so for having managed to finish 85, Honore De Balzac, like many others, entertained the idea of \u200b\u200bbeing a philosopher, and drawing from the Dante's Divine Comedy, he decided to do a play that was a whole, it contained within itself all that was modern, thinking that it was unlikely that a work in which the author imagined a time when there was no lived was accurate, with analysis of human society based on the method used by biologists to analyze animals, no idea it was that specific in the beginning, and that when he conceived the concept of unity and the final form of it, had already published works as The shagreen or Louis Lambert, both with some influence of the philosopher Swedish Emmanuel Swedenborg, but subsequently took their own space in what would be his only work.
While every work of an author conveys the essence of his thought is in their daily lives where we can really see the essence of himself, and this is what allows the work of Théophile Gautier, an approach to work obsessive man who never felt the owner of a unique style, turning then to a total delivery to his work, even at the expense of his own life, with days of writing 15 hours a day, in which the coffee was just what kept him from surrendering to the weight of anguish, and how a man who could never put together a verse assembled one of the most impressive and essential Western history. He had, like most serious writers, a almost unhealthy obsession for review again and again his word, until, in a pottery work, sifting them achieve accurate, this means we are today just a wasteful expenditure sheets and toner, anything that is out of this world in his time, however, it meant having to send their written text to print, which sent him the galleys, and then review them again and again, with the respective re impressions, same as we hoped Gautier, were of great complexity to the printers, so that publishers, greedy, and often in countries where yes books are sold, they chose to pass the bill for all expenses incurred in such review, thereby sacrificing some of their meager income, a sacrifice that the author did not disdain the sake of the perfection of their work. Few books really make us attuned to the life of an author, this is certainly one of them, and when it is done in turn by an author who knows the secrets of work, it shows the building, not like a visit tour, but as a work of engineering in which they remain light even the tiniest lines and gear, and top of what was the author and the creation of such works as Seraphita or The Atheist's Mass, leaving the tour this web-flavor, an odd feeling to these works and the realization that a man who was able to, as he said, make the competition to the civil registry in the number of characters that ideological and giving life, she was also human , unfortunately not yet come true the words that Victor Hugo said in his funeral: From now eyes of men will turn to look at faces, not those that have governed, but from those who have thought. 
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