For many Europeans of my generation—those who came of age before World War II—Romain Rolland (1866-1944) was not only the most important writer of our time but a beacon of light in a very dark world. Novelist, essayist, dramatist, art historian, humanist, pacifist, idealist without compare, he was our great guide in the battle against philistine obscurantism on the one hand, creeping barbarity on the other.
Romain Rolland: Beacon of Light, or Apologist for Evil?
Though he’s now largely unknown, for many Europeans of my generation he was the most important writer of our time. Were we right about him?