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This is the most important autobiographical assertion from Nobel laureate André Gide. within the occasions and musings recorded right here we discover the seeds of these issues that obsessed him all through his profession and imbued his vintage novels The Immoralist and The Counterfeiters.

Gide led a lifetime of uncompromising self-scrutiny, and his literary works resembled moments of that lifestyles. With If It Die, Gide made up our minds to relay with out sentiment or embellishment the conditions of his adolescence and the start of his philosophic wanderings, and in doing so that you could convey all of it to mild. Gide’s unapologetic account of his awakening gay hope and his portrait of Oscar Wilde and Lord Alfred Douglas as they indulged in debauchery in North Africa are exciting of their frankness and on my own make If It Die an crucial significant other to the paintings of a twentieth-century literary master.

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