Antoine de Saint-Exupéry Books In Order

Novels

  1. Southern Mail (1929)
  2. Night Flight (1931)
  3. Wind, Sand and Stars (1939)
  4. The Little Prince (1943)
  5. The Wisdom of the Sands (1948)

Omnibus

  1. Airman’s Odyssey (1942)
  2. The Little Prince / A Letter to a Hostage (2004)

Non fiction

  1. Flight to Arras (1942)
  2. Letter to a Hostage (1943)
  3. Wartime Writings, 1939-1944 (1986)
  4. A Guide for Grown-Ups (2002)

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Antoine de Saint-Exupéry Books Overview

Southern Mail

Antoine de Saint Exupery, an intrepid and eccentric adventurer, transferred his passion for flying to the written word by writing several classics of aviation literature, including ‘Southern Mail‘ and ‘Night Flight’. Based on Saint Exupery’s trail blazing flights for the French airmail service over the Sahara and later, the Andes, these two novels evoke the tragic courage and nobility of the airborne pioneers who took enormous risks, flying in open cock pits in planes that were often fragile and unstable.

Night Flight

In this gripping novel, Saint Exup ry tells about the brave men who piloted night mail planes from Patagonia, Chile, and Paraguay to Argentina in the early days of commercial aviation. Preface by Andr Gide. Translated by Stuart Gilbert.

Wind, Sand and Stars

Recipient of the Grand Prix of the Acad mie Fran aise, Wind, Sand and Stars captures the grandeur, danger, and isolation of flight. Its exciting account of air adventure, combined with lyrical prose and the spirit of a philosopher, makes it one of the most popular works ever written about flying. Translated by Lewis Galanti re.

The Little Prince

Imaginez vous perdu dans le d??sert, loin de tout lieu habit??, et face ?? un petit gar??on tout blond, surgi de nulle part. Si de surcro??t ce petit gar??on vous demande avec insistance de dessiner un mouton, vous voil?? plus qu’??tonn?? ! ?? partir de l??, vous n’aurez plus qu’une seule interrogation : savoir d’o?? vient cet ??trange petit bonhomme et conna??tre son histoire. S’ouvre alors un monde ??trange et po??tique, peupl?? de m??taphores, d??crit ?? travers les paroles d’un ‘petit prince’ qui porte aussi sur notre monde ?? nous un regard tout neuf, empli de na??vet??, de fra??cheur et de gravit??. Tr??s vite, vous d??couvrez d’??tranges plan??tes, peupl??es d’hommes d’affaires, de buveurs, de vaniteux, d’allumeurs de r??verb??res. Cette ??vocation onirique, ?? laquelle participent les aquarelles de l’auteur, a tout d’un parcours initiatique, o?? l’enfant apprendra les richesses essentielles des rapports humains et le secret qui les r??git : ‘On ne voit bien qu’avec le coeur, l’essentiel est invisible pour les yeux.’ Oeuvre essentielle de la litt??rature, ce livre de Saint Exup??ry est un ouvrage que l’on aura ?? coeur de raconter ?? son enfant, page apr??s page, histoire aussi de red??couvrir l’enfant que l’on ??tait autrefois, avant de devenir une grande personne

The Wisdom of the Sands

The final, deeply felt summing up of the author’s experience and his philosophy of life. Choosing a desert prince as his protagonist and narrator, he presents the timeless problems of humanity against the austere background of the wilderness. The book abounds in vivid pictures of desert life, forays and sandstorms, mirage born madness, beleaguered cities, caravans going their perilous ways. It may be read just for the sake of these scenes, so incomparably described, or read as an allegory of man and his grandeur, of his ends and the means that may lead to them and, most clearly of all, of the moral and spiritual vaues that unite the individual to God.

Airman’s Odyssey

Three classic adventure stories, reminders of both the romance and the reality of the pioneer era of aviation: Night Flight; Wind, Sand and Stars; and Flight to Arras. Introduction by Richard Bach. Translated by Lewis Galanti re and Stuart Gilbert.

Flight to Arras

Flight to Arras. SURELY I must be dreaming. It is as if I were fifteen again. I am back at school. My mind is on my geometry problem. Leaning over the worn black desk, I work away dutifully with compass and ruler and protractor. I am quiet and industrious. Near by sit some of my schoolmates, talking in murmurs. One of them stands at a blackboard chalking up figures. Others less studious are playing bridge. Out of doors I see the branch of a tree swaying in the breeze. I drop my work and stare at it. From an industrious pupil I have become an idle one. The shining sun fills me with peace. I inhale with delight the childhood odor of the wooden desk, the chalk, the blackboard in this schoolhouse in which we are quartered. I revel in the sense of security born of this daydream of a sheltered childhood. What course life takes, we all know. We are children, we are sent to school, we make friends, we go to collegeand we are graduated. Some sort of diploma is handed to us, and our hearts pound as we arc ushered across a certain threshold, marched through a certain porch, the other side of which we are of a sud den grown men. Now our footfalls strike the ground with a new assurance. We have begun to make our way in life, to take the first few steps of our way in life. We are about to measure our strength against real adver saries. The ruler, the T square, the compass have become weapons with which we shall build a world, triumph over an enemy. Playtime is over. All this I see as I stare at the swaying branch. And I see too that schoolboys have no fear of facing life. They champ at the bit. The jealousies, the trials, the sorrows of the life of man do not intimidate the schoolboy. But what a strange schoolboy I am I sit in this schoolroom, a schoolboy conscious of my good fortune and in no hurry to face life. A schoolboy aware of its cares…
. Dutertre comes by, and I stop him. Sit down. Ill do some card tricks for you. Dutertre sits facing me on a desk as worn as mine. I can see his dangling legs as he shuffles the cards. How pleased with myself I am when I pick out the card he has in mind He laughs. Modestly, I smile. P6nicot comes up and puts his arm across my shoulder. What do you say, old boy How tenderly peaceful all this is A school usher is it an usher opens the door and summons two among us. They drop their ruler, drop their compass, get up, and go out. We follow them with our eyes. Their schooldays are over. They have been released for the business of life. What they have learnt, they are now to make use of. Like grown men, they are about to try out against other men the formulas they have worked out. Strange school, this, where each goes forth alone in turn. And without a word of farewell. Those two who have just gone through the door did not so much as glance at us who remain behind. And yet the hazard of life, it may be, will transport them farther away than China. So much farther When schooldays are past, and life has scattered you, who can swear that you will meet again The rest of us, those still nestling in the cosy warmth of our incubator, go back to our murmured talk. Look here, Dutertre. To night. But once again the same door has opened. And like a court sentence the words ring out in the quiet school room Captain de Saint Exupery and Lieutenant Dutertre report to the major Schooldays are over. Life has begun. Did you know it was our turn Penicot flew this morning. Oh, yes. The fact that we had been sent for meant that we were to be ordered out on a sortie…

Letter to a Hostage

The acclaimed aviator and adventurer wrote this letter while waiting in Portugal for a passage to the U.S., having just escaped the terrors of war torn France, and dedicated it to the 40 million Frenchmen, hostages of the Germans. Saint Exup ry’s observations on the aimless existence of his fellow exiles in Lisbon filled with parties, gambling, and spies leads him to examine the nature of existence itself. The particularity of this moment, as the world seemed to be coming to an end, makes for a searing and timeless evocation of the nature of humanity.

Wartime Writings, 1939-1944

This volume includes the aviator’s letters to friends, autobiographical fragments, and meditations. Translated by Norah Purcell; Introduction by Anne Morrow Lindbergh; Index.

A Guide for Grown-Ups

One sees clearly only with the heart. Anything essential is invisible to the eyes. For more than sixty years, this insight from The Little Prince has been quoted in more than 130 languages by fans around the world. Now, for the first time, quotations from the collected works and letters of Antoine de Saint Exup ry are presented in a charming gift edition. Six chapters Happiness, Friendship, Responsibility, Fortitude, Love, and What Is Essential offer inspirational and thought provoking words about the subjects held most dear by the author. A perfect gift for graduates or for anyone who wants gentle guidance.

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