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Ferdinand Bac
German-French cartoonist, artist and writer
Ferdinand Bac | |
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| Born | (1859-08-15)15 August 1859 Stuttgart |
| Died | 18 November 1952(1952-11-18) (aged 93) Compiègne |
| Nationality | French |
| Occupation(s) | Writer and Artist |
| Known for | The gardens of Les Colombières |
Ferdinand-Sigismond Bach, known as Ferdinand Bac, (15 August 1859, Stuttgart, Germany - 18 November 1952, Compiegne, France) was a German-French cartoonist, artist and writer, son of an illegitimate nephew of the Emperor Napoleon. As a young man, he mixed in the fashionable world of Paris of the Belle Époque, and was known for his caricatures, which appeared in popular journals. He also travelled widely in Europe and the Mediterranean. In his fifties, he began a career as a landscape gardener. The gardens that he created at Les Colombières in Menton on the French Riviera are now designated as a Monument Historique.[1] He also wrote voluminously about social, historical and political subjects, but his work has been largely forgotten.
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[edit]Ferdinand-Sigismond Bach was born in Stuttgart on 15 August 1859. His father, Karl Philipp Heinrich Bach (1811-1870), was a geologist, cartographer and landscape architect, the illegitimate son of Jérôme Bonapart
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Dirtbags Through the Ages
Hello, friends!
Two quick link shares before we get into the business of this week’s dirtbag.
First, FAGIN THE THIEF received a starred review from Publishers Weekly, who described it as a “magnificent retelling” (!!) and called Fagin “rarely admirable but surprisingly sympathetic” and “an unforgettable creation.” (!!!) So get excited: February 2025 is the month of Critically Acclaimed Awful Little Victorian Guys.
Second, and in related Dickens Retelling News, I had a fantastic time the other week chatting with the delightful Joe Darowski of the Protagonist Podcast about Barbara Kingsolver’s DEMON COPPERHEAD, which you can listen to here if you like! It’s genuinely one of my favorite books of the past few years, so if you think you might enjoy about an hour of me and Joe getting hype as hell over literary fiction, this episode is for you.
All right, with that housekeeping out of the way, let’s get right into this week’s dirtbag. This story contains most of my favorite things in a historical figure: a torrid love affair, a duel, a dramatic little gay weirdo who is book-smart and life-stupid, a bunch of drugs, wild blasphemy for no earthly reason. So probably it’s no surprise that we’ve finally come around to:
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