Jonathan Beecher, _Writers and Revolution: Intellectuals and the French Revolution of 1848_

I DO PLAN to attempt to scale Christopher Clark's magisterial Revolutionary Spring at some point, but this one is really the perfect book on 1848 for me. As Beecher's title indicates, he focuses on writers who lived through and wrote about the events in Paris of that year; a few of them, Alphonse de Lamartine and Marie d'Agoult, are no longer much read, but most are still heavy hitters: Marx, Flaubert, Hugo, Tocqueville, George Sand, Alexander Herzen (if Tom Stoppard writes plays about you, surely you are a heavy hitter).

Okay, why did I love this book? First, Beecher is staggeringly well-informed about each writer, but avoids getting mired in pedantic detail (which could easily happen in writing about a historical phenomenon with the documentary record this one has). Every chapter is gracefully written and skillfully paced. Had Edmund Wilson written a book about Paris in 1848, it would probably be as good as this one, but I'm not sure. That's how well made it is.

Second, I have been enjoying following up my reading of Beecher by turning to the writers themselves. Marie d'Agoult, whom I never would have picked up without having been tipped by Beecher, turned out to be a brilliant, engaging writer, and I am in the middle of seeing a whole new side of Tocqueville--the cool, judicious tone of Democracy in America almost disappears from his memoir of 1848. Herzen awaits, and I am hankering to re-read The Eighteenth Brumaire of Louis Napoleon and A Sentimental Education. I may even try Napoleon le Petit even though I tend to find Hugo tiresome.

Third, Writers and Revolution gave me a kind of refracted perspective on our own turbulent times. Think of the last sixteen years--the elation and high hopes of Obama's election, only to have our souls stomped on by the election of Trump, then the flaming up of hope with Biden, and then the looming shadow of authoritarianism with Trump 2.0.  In 1848, France went through just as precipitous, just as cardiac-arresting a political roller-coaster in just ten months. Beecher shows that it marked all of these writers, who were all eyewitnesses, for life. And boy, do I get that.