Absolutely rubbish, garbage in the first rate ,the scheme the theme and most of the scenes all conveid with remarkable insignificance, fast and easy read as balzac story telling abilities are what made him a master of his time, I thoroughly enjoyed his other work specifically Pere goriot, cousin bette and the black sheep, A work dedicated to victor hugo would make him faint half way reading, I truly believe however slightly I could be wrong that balzac manufactured this Parisian novel after a night of cards, where he lost a thousand francs or two, spending the night without an etiquette dinner ,loverless ,drunkard and a amusingly insolent to all of the settings he so highly esteemed; as he would put it . Not sure if I missed the projected ecstasy as I read this book in one setting late at night, but honestly neither the poet lucien or the paper making David or the fancy boring Mme Bargeton lady Or the town of Angouleme down to L'Houmeau or the French words and others tucked in adding little purpose have left me with any worthy impressions . Only sechard I believe his name David's father was a masterful creation of a character , I took a predejused liking to him for he rejected idealism and loved his wooden presses. The first 20 or so pages were a promise to another master creation by balzac only to fade and evaporate as we got deeper into the night. Will continue to read the human comedy for its renowned literary despite some artless distractions here and there.