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Victor Hugo (1802-1885)



He was born in Besançon, on 26th February 1802.
In 1822 the first volume of Odes and Ballads is published (the second appears in 1826). In between these two works, the first two novels were published: Han of Iceland (1823) and Bug Jargal (1825). Hugo becomes the guiding light of a group of young writers called Le Cénacle.
The Preface to Cromwell (1827), in which he argues for the romantic rebirth of drama, soon becomes the Romantic manifesto. Marion Delorme, drama on a French courtisan, is banned by censorship. Hugo replies with Hernani: at the première, a harsh fight explodes, but in the end it is the romantic vision of the theatre of Hugo to prevail.
Between 1829 and 1843, he is very productive: The Hunchback of Notre-Dame(1831) and several poetry books, such as Les Orientales (1829), Autumn Leaves, (1831) Songs at Daybreak (1835), Inner Voices (1837) and Sunbeams and Shadows (1840).
In 1833 Hugo meets Juliette Drouet, who will remain his lover until her death. In 1843, Léopoldine, one of Hugo's daughters, drowns. This loss grieves him profoundly. A change intervenes: without abandoning literature, Hugo gets involved in politics.
In 1851 he organizes the resistence against the 2nd December coup d'état of the Prince Louis-Napoleon. Obliged to flee, he seeks refuge on the isle of Jersey, then on the neighbouring one of Guernesey, where he will remain for 15 years. While there he writes, among others, Contemplations (1856) and Les Miserables (1862). The defeat in the 1870 war against Germany and the subsequent fall of the Empire, enable Hugo to regain Paris and the political activity. His fame continues to grow until his death: 3 millions pepole are present at his funeral. He is buried in the Pantheon, together with Zola.
A critic defined him as 'the most powerful mind of the Romantic movement."


links:
 - Victor Hugo homepage

if God had not made woman, He wouldn\'t have made the flower either
it is nothing to die; it is frightful not to live
it is sad to consider that Nature speaks but mankind does not listen
it\'s amusing the thoughtlessness with which the wicked think that all will go well
life is an interrupted sentence
melancholy is the happiness of being sad
some people would pay to sell themselves
the freedom to love is no less sacred than the freedom to think. That which today is called adultery was once called heresy
the supreme happiness of life is the conviction of being loved for yourself, or more correctly, being loved in spite of yourself
there are no such things as bad plants or bad men. There are only bad cultivators