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The classic French novel written by a soldier, who would later die during World War I, tells the story of Auguste Meaulnes and the "domain mysterieux."
En 1883, Daudet écrit dans La Nouvelle Revue : « Les premières Lettres de mon moulin ont paru vers 1866 dans un journal parisien où ces chroniques provençales, signées d'abord d'un double pseudonyme emprunté à Balzac, « Marie-Gaston » détonnaient avec un goût d'étrangeté. Gaston, c'était mon camarade Paul Arène qui, tout jeune, venait de débuter à l'Odéon par un petit acte étincelant d'esprit, de coloris, et vivait tout près de moi, à l'orée du bois de Meudon. Mais quoique ce parfait écrivain n'eût pas encore à son acquit Jean des Figues, ni Paris ingénu, ni tant de pages délicates et fermes, il avait déjà trop de vrai talent, une personnalité trop réelle pour se contenter longtemps de cet emploi d'aide-meunier. Je restai donc seul à moudre mes petites histoires, au caprice du vent, de l'heure, dans une existence terriblement agitée. »
Rough draughts of some of the following tales and essays were actually written during a residence in the Alhambra; others were subsequently added, founded on notes and observations made there. Care was taken to maintain local coloring and verisimilitude; so that the whole might present a faithful and living picture of that microcosm, that singular little world into which I had been fortuitously thrown; and about which the external world had a very imperfect idea. It was my endeavor scrupulously to depict its half Spanish, half Oriental character; its mixture of the heroic, the poetic, and the grotesque; to revive the traces of grace and beauty fast fading from its walls; to record the regal and chivalrous traditions concerning those who once trod its courts; and the whimsical and superstitious legends of the motley race now burrowing among its ruins.