July 25, 1847. Le Port-Marly, just outside Paris.
Alexandre Dumas had sent out a mere 50 invitations to his party—but naturally, some 600 people show up.
It’s a testament to his larger-than-life character … and a development the author likely takes in stride (with great pride). Tables dot the lawn. A gratuitous feast is prepared. Dumas’ pet monkeys frolic about. As André Maurois would detail in a biography a century later, “Radiant, Dumas circulates among his guests. His coat glitters with crosses and badges; his brilliant waistcoat is festooned with a heavy chain of massive gold; he kisses the beautiful ladies and tells marvelous stories the whole night. Never has he been happier …”
All the while, the incredible castle he now calls home looms over the proceedings. And rightly so—for this is a housewarming party.
Sometimes, life reflects art. But
