The young Gascon d'Artagnan joins the King's Musketeers and, with Athos, Porthos, and Aramis, foils the schemes of Cardinal Richelieu and Milady.
Books mentioned in The Three Musketeers (1)
Don Quixote by Miguel de Cervantes: “Imagine to yourself a Don Quixote of eighteen; a Don Quixote without his corselet, without his coat of mail, without his cuisses; a Don Quixote clothed in a woolen doublet, the blue color of which had faded into a nameless shade between lees of wine and a heavenly azure; face long and brown; high…”
Books that mention The Three Musketeers (13)
Twenty Years After by Alexandre Dumas: “since, in our romance of “The Three Musketeers,” we took leave of D’Artagnan at No.”
The Cossacks by Leo Tolstoy: “Belétski himself, clean and good-looking, lay on the bed in his underclothing, reading _Les Trois Mousquetaires_.”
Daddy-Long-Legs by Jean Webster: “French: 24 pages of the Three Musketeers”
The Companions of Jehu by Alexandre Dumas: “for 'Les Trois Mousquetaires' I went to Boulogne and Bethune”
So Big by Edna Ferber: “And there’s another called ‘The Three Musketeers’.”
In God's Way by Bjørnstjerne Bjørnson: “had just won in a lottery "Les trois Mousquetaires," by Alexandre Dumas the elder”
The Guermantes Way by Marcel Proust: “without needing to be Thirteen, as in Balzac’s story, or Four, as in _The Three Musketeers_.”
Peter Ibbetson by George du Maurier: “and read _Les Trois Mousquetaires_ in the cloisters of Bluefriars”
All the Light We Cannot See by Anthony Doerr: “for this year's birthday, her father has bought her an even fatter book: Dumas's The Three Musketeers.”
Nights of Plague by Orhan Pamuk: “The Three Musketeers had been screened at the Majestic Cinema in Arkaz this winter, but that my mother...deemed it not appropriate for my age”
On Literature by Umberto Eco: “its opening lines are quoted and analyzed”
The Museum of Innocence by Orhan Pamuk: “those plots about bands of sergeants that were 'rip-offs of a French adaptation' of The Three Musketeers, as Feridun would tell me with a smile”
The Lacuna by Barbara Kingsolver: “The Three Musketeers still called out to him, waving their swords, but he always shoved them back in the valise”