Overall, Disraeli's writing style is as pompous as his dressing. Just opening a book brings to mind the image of green shorts and a red vest.
Take "Contarini Fleming" for example.
This book is more a gaudily decorated memoir Disraeli wrote for himself than a novel, at most with a veneer of fantasy literature.
The protagonist, Contarini, is of noble birth, melancholic since childhood, pondering the essence of life at five, writing poetry at ten, publishing a collection at fifteen, and at eighteen, he detests the world for not understanding him. Then, he went to college, published a slew of shocking political views, and, unsurprisingly, was expelled from school.
Afterwards, his father suggested he do something practical, so he became his father's personal secretary, mingling in diplomatic circles for a few years, pondering how to save the Empire while finding time to brood.
