A Sentimental Journey Through France and Italy, Volume 1

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P. Miller and J. White, 1774 - France - 328 pages

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This is the most accessible of Sterne's works, written with wit and a direct simplicity that is lacking in the ponderous and preposterous Tristram Shandy, which was written partially to entertain, and partially to challenge the reader with strange time-shifts, digressions upon digressions, and a sequence where the book ends with a time before it has begun, without every giving the story it promised.
This scan is great because it contains some interesting additional material: At the end it has Sterne's first published work, "A Political Romance."
Most interesting, this scan contains the "continuation of Eugenius" books of the Sentimental Journey written by Sterne's publisher, based, purportedly, on stories Sterne related to the publisher. The "Sentimental Journey" was Sterne's last book, and Sterne died before he could complete it. In fact, it usually ends abruptly with the sentence, "I took hold of the fille de chambre's..."
This posthumous continuation definitely has the flavor of Sterne's writing, and large portions of it seem directly to have been authentic Sterne anecdotes. The duel story is rather cheap romance, but the rest of the continuation (which is generally not included in modern editions) has some wonderful stories, including a long episode about 18th century prophylactics, here called, "les gants d'amour," or as we would say, "the gloves of love." This section rather reminds one of some of Mark Twain's essays on things such as Onanism. Although ribald and absurd, this also displays forward-thinking attitudes and a lot of refreshing frankness that was to earn Sterne the self-righteous contempt of the Victorian writers.

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Page 48 - I thought by the accent, it had been an apostrophe to his child; but 'twas to his ass, and to the very ass we had seen dead in the road, which had occasioned La Fleur's misadventure. The man seemed to lament it much; and it instantly brought into my mind Sancho's lamentation for his; but he did it with more true touches of nature. The mourner was sitting...
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