Date of First Publication: 1957


Most people think of Voltaire as a toothless old man in a rage. In what many critics regard as Nancy Mitford’s most successful essay in history, we see him when he was young, fashionable and a lover. His mistress, the Marquise de Châtelet, known as the divine Emilie, was a society woman and also a physicist of importance; she translated Newton and popularised Leibnitz. But she was no dreary blue-stocking; she liked parties, gambling, clothes, jewels, and making love. When they fell in love, she took Voltaire to live at Cirey, her husband’s home in remote Champagne. The Marquis preferred wars to his wife’s intellectual conversation and she and Voltaire, during a five-year honeymoon, carried out most of Newton’s experiments. But after eleven years Voltaire, asserting untruthfully that he was too old to make love, left Emilie for his niece, Mme Denis. Emilie in turn embarked on an affair with the Marquis de Saint-Lambert and all went merrily, with Voltaire, du Châtelet and Saint-Lambert on the best of terms until, at the age of forty-four, Emilie became pregnant. The manoeuvres to persuade du Châtelet that he was the father provide an uproarious chapter in this amusing book. Alas, it ended in tragedy, to the great despair of the divine Emilie’s husband, two lovers and all her friends.

‘In March 1729 Voltaire was allowed to go back to France. In spite of his love for England, he had become homesick; like many a Frenchman, he could not stand the austerity. In well-to-do houses, according to him, there was no silver on the table; tallow candles were burnt by all but the very rich; the food everywhere was uneatable. The arts of society, the art of pleasing were hardly cultivated and social life very dull compared with that in France. Furthermore the weather did not suit his “unhappy machine.” He often said that his unhappy machine demanded a Southern climate but that between the countries where one sweats and those where one thinks, he was obliged to choose the latter.’ 


‘It has the charm of the unexpected, the technique of the comic novelist applied to biography. One could not wish for anything much funnier . . .A happy example of style married to subject.’
Daily Telegraph 

‘Quite exquisitely unboring.’ 
Glasgow Herald