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Great Men Are Slain Here by Leon Bloy is a biography of sorts on Ernest Hello. Originally published in AD 1895 (under the French title of Ici on assassine les grands hommes), it was meant to provide a necessary corrective to the "official" biography commissioned by Mme. Hello, after her husband?s passing.
Leon Bloy was not a fan of Mme. Hello (nor she of him), and he was even less a fan of her husband?s biography, in which she had a heavy hand.
Great Men Are Slain Here is part biography (to set the record straight), part criticism (of how Mme. Hello treated her husband, his friend, in life and death), and part satire.
To tell the virtues of the family, of multiple families, the first phrases of the sublime child, the memorable expressions of papas and mamas, the angelic passions of the young man, his marriage plans, the ineffable purity of soul of the fiances and their union under the watching eyes of seraphim; - things that should have remained in proud obscurity; - to go on and on, finally, about Madame Hello, the divine Mama Zoe, in so many pages, great God!... And all that, from beginning to end, in that rheumy form, runny and cold like scrofula, which characterizes the prospectuses of shirtmakers for clergymen or the sacrilegious instructions of propagation excogitated by some libidinous soutanes....
[The biographer] strikes a dithyrambic match across his backside and declares to us, among other things, that "Hello, if read and understood, would illuminate the modern mind," that "his glory, which is that of God, would have been the good fortune of a century." In passing, he compares him to the Sun...
