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    Was it a Dream?: A Tale of Terror
    Was it a Dream?: A Tale of Terror
    Was it a Dream?: A Tale of Terror
    Audiobook12 minutes

    Was it a Dream?: A Tale of Terror

    Written by Guy de Maupassant

    Narrated by Victor Garber

    3.5/5

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    About this audiobook

    A terribly sad love story. Yet in the end, the truth comes from the grave — literally!

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherAudio Holdings
    Release dateJan 1, 2009
    ISBN9781601365156
    Was it a Dream?: A Tale of Terror
    Author

    Guy de Maupassant

    Guy de Maupassant was a French writer and poet considered to be one of the pioneers of the modern short story whose best-known works include "Boule de Suif," "Mother Sauvage," and "The Necklace." De Maupassant was heavily influenced by his mother, a divorcée who raised her sons on her own, and whose own love of the written word inspired his passion for writing. While studying poetry in Rouen, de Maupassant made the acquaintance of Gustave Flaubert, who became a supporter and life-long influence for the author. De Maupassant died in 1893 after being committed to an asylum in Paris.

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