This book was written by the French novelist and playwright, Honore de Balzac, who lived from 1799 to 1850.
This is translated by Ernest Dowson.
154 pages. 2 illustrations: one of the author, the other on page 141.
The illustrations appear to be wood block prints, there is no illustrator listed, and the prints are not signed, but they do both bear the initials "F B"; we have found the same book, with a different cover, who attributes the illustrations to F.J. Buttera; they are the same wood cut look designs. That book is dated as 1931.
This book has no date in it anywhere, however, it is stamped "Personal Books, Inc" New York, 1 NY
and, on the back side of that, it says
Printed in the United States
At The Country Life Press, Garden City, N. Y.
Trying to find a "Country Life Press" publisher, we discovered that it was owned by Doubleday, Page and Co, and when they moved their operations to Garden City, it was called "The Country Life Press". That move occurred in 1910. They merged with another company in 1927, and it is unclear if they maintained the name of TCLP at that time, or not. The company changed again in 1946,
The cream colored cover has an over all leaf print on the front and back, in black, and a very subtle dot and star in golden yellow all over, as well.
All pages are intact, and in good shape. They are thick, and have a rough cut edge.
The binding is also intact, the top is slightly crushed.
The binding has darkened over time, as have the edges of the cover, both front and back.
Many of Balzacs novels were initially serialized, like those of Dickens. Their length was not predetermined. Illusions Perdues extends to a thousand pages after starting inauspiciously in a small-town print shop, whereas La Fille aux yeux d'or (The Girl with the Golden Eyes, 1835) opens with a broad panorama of Paris but becomes a closely plotted novella of only fifty pages.
Thanks to Wikipedia for some of our background information.
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