Works
Beside his political distinction, Ion Ghica earned a literary reputation by writing his Letters, addressed to Vasile Alecsandri, his lifelong friend. Conceived and written during his residency in London, the letters depict the ancestral stage of Romanian society, as it appeared to be fading away.
He was also the author of Amintiri din pribegie ("Recollections from Exile"), in 1848, and of Convorbiri Economice ("Conversations on Economy"), dealing with major economic issues. He was the first to advocate the favoring of local initiatives over foreign investments in industry and commerce - to a certain extent, this took the form of protectionism (a characteristic of the Liberal Party throughout the coming period, and until World War II).
Preceded by Lascăr Catargiu |
Prime Minister of Romania 1866-1867 |
Succeeded by Nicolae Creţulescu |
Preceded by Manolache Costache Epureanu |
Prime Minister of Romania 1870-1871 |
Succeeded by Lascăr Catargiu |
Romanian Wikisource has original text related to this article: Ion Ghica (original works in Romanian) |
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Name | Ghica, Ion |
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Date of birth | August 12, 1816 |
Place of birth | Bucharest |
Date of death | May 7, 1897 |
Place of death | Ghergani, Dâmboviţa County |
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