When I was a youth I loved The Three Musketeers. I eventually read all million-plus words of the full series, though none of it was as satisfying as the original. I didn’t read a work as ambitiously long until I tackled the Prose Lancelot years later.
It turns out that Dumas also wrote an ambitious cookbook. Like Chesterton he was a man who greatly appreciated the table, so it’s probably pretty good stuff.
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Never read the Three Musketeers, but I did read The Count of Monte Cristo half a dozen times through the years.
And the Monte Cristo is a good sandwich, so it all comes around.
A Hägar the Horrible cartoon once saw him ordering lunch at a fancy restaurant. “Today we have two choices,” said the waiter. “Le Croque Monsieur or a hot ham and cheese sandwich,”
“What’s the difference?”
“$3.25.”
I definitely recommend The Three Musketeers as the better book. However I notice my attitude has changed towards the story over the years. When I was a youth I thought of it as emblematic of what a tight, deep, male friendship should look like. The last time I read it I suddenly noticed how badly they treat each other — though, of course, being willing to die for each other at a moment’s notice.
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