"We reproach people for talking about themselves; but it is the subject they treat best"
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The line lands with a sly shrug: our etiquette condemns self-talk as narcissism, yet our appetite for it is enormous because it tends to be the only topic anyone can narrate with real authority. Anatole France, a master of civilized skepticism, is needling a social norm by exposing its hypocrisy. We demand modesty, then reward confession. We scold people for centering themselves, then binge memoirs, diaries, dinner-party anecdotes, and the carefully curated overshare.
The intent is less to excuse ego than to puncture a moral posture. “Reproach” signals a collective performance of disapproval, the polite frown that keeps conversation “proper.” France’s twist is that this policing is aesthetic, not ethical: it’s about boredom. Talking about yourself is gauche when it’s tedious; it’s tolerated, even celebrated, when it’s good. That “best” is doing quiet work. It implies craft, not purity. People “treat” themselves the way a novelist treats material: with detail, motive, texture. Everyone is their own primary source.
The subtext is sharper: our judgments about self-absorption are often just envy of fluency. The person who can make their inner weather legible becomes interesting; the person who can’t becomes selfish. Written in a late-19th-century culture obsessed with salons, reputation, and the emerging modern self, France is also anticipating a more candid era of psychology and autobiography. He’s reminding us that selfhood is the one domain where expertise and bias share the same address, and the best storytellers turn that collision into art.
The intent is less to excuse ego than to puncture a moral posture. “Reproach” signals a collective performance of disapproval, the polite frown that keeps conversation “proper.” France’s twist is that this policing is aesthetic, not ethical: it’s about boredom. Talking about yourself is gauche when it’s tedious; it’s tolerated, even celebrated, when it’s good. That “best” is doing quiet work. It implies craft, not purity. People “treat” themselves the way a novelist treats material: with detail, motive, texture. Everyone is their own primary source.
The subtext is sharper: our judgments about self-absorption are often just envy of fluency. The person who can make their inner weather legible becomes interesting; the person who can’t becomes selfish. Written in a late-19th-century culture obsessed with salons, reputation, and the emerging modern self, France is also anticipating a more candid era of psychology and autobiography. He’s reminding us that selfhood is the one domain where expertise and bias share the same address, and the best storytellers turn that collision into art.
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