#rougon-macquart

[blinkbones]

Nana, Émile Zola

Finally getting some French lit in. To be completely honest, I've had this book for almost a decade, and I never read it. Well, actually, apparently I tried at some point, because I found some underlined bits very early on -- but it's clear that I gave up. I remember struggling with it back then. I didn't, this time. It's nice to see proof of my improvement, although I'm not sure what specific skill is concerned.

For a quick & anachronistic summary, it's the story of a 19th century escort girl who makes it big in paris.

I was actually surprised by how easy to read this was. I kind of expected very difficult language. It is poetic, but not actually difficult. The text is easy to follow, almost journalistic. Poetic journalism.

I really, really enjoyed Nana. It's a long ride, and what a ride. It reads, at times, like a soap opera, with how she has a roster of desperate men orbiting around her. She really is the sun of her novel -- and it is her novel. I entered this book ignorantly (despite being French and a ~lit student, I'm not actually well-versed in my country's literature) and it kept surprising me. Where I expected a moralizing tale, or at least a pessimistic outlook on the arrogant seductress, I got the unstoppable, inescapable success of Nana. It's almost a power fantasy, although I doubt Zola saw it through this angle. I mean, it does end badly. Spoilers, but she fully dies in a disfiguring manner. And there is this underlying theme of Nana, the beautiful Venus from the lower classes, bringing the rot of the sewers to the silk sheets of the aristocracy. She all but ruins the entire upper class with the raw power of her sex-appeal, and I thought that there was something cosmic about it. By the time she's at her apex, she herself does not have control of her situation. She becomes like an empire, constantly conquering further reaches to maintain peace and prosperity throughout her imperial reign. She devours. And yet she's so incredibly human. She felt to me like a deity unaware of its power, and, in that sense, her death (especially because it's in the full bloom of her youth and legendary status) felt more like a shedding of the mortal form. Admittedly, I also just find it more fun to interpret it that way. I'm reading for fun, after all. Ah, the specter of academic seriousness hangs over me.

I think Nana is an easy entry point into that sort of literature. Yes, it's part of some long-ass series, but no, you don't need to read the previous books (I didn't). It's very self-contained. It's a long, very eventful ride, through Nana's chaotic and glamorous world. It's long but it feels like going downhill on a bike, and like everything's going too fast still. And it's fucking funny.

And for you, tumblr, my beloved, yes, you will find some messy queers in there. I only talked about Nana herself here, but Nana holds a whole ensemble cast of secondary characters, many interesting women (a wealth of them, really), that are really a whole other serving of delights that I just didn't have time to talk about here. But seriously, just about every character, especially the women, is interesting.

#i added white borders to make the bad quality more bearable but i think it somehow looks ever blurrier. blaming the tumblr post editor #nana #emile zola #émile zola #french literature #french lit #littérature #litblr #readblr #bookblr #les rougon-macquart #rougon-macquart #bones reads #chatterbones #my faves were satin (toxic) zoé (girlboss) labordette (ma fouine préférée) and actually the count (pathetic little sinner) #the last scene with all the women and their strange conversation is something i'm still pondering #in a good way #for context i think i finished it just a bit under two weeks ago #but still thinking about nana and about so many of the characters #it took me so long to mull it over enough to write this review that i had the time to finish two short reads in the meantime loollll #anyway. if it sounds intriguing to you you should read it #19th century literature

[randomberlinchick]

Read this during my getaway last weekend. . . WOW!! When I was younger, the goal was to read all twenty novels in the Rougon-Macquart series. I've only managed 4 and I think the other 16 might be unrealistic at this point, but who knows. . .

Little did she know. . .

In any case, it's a gripping tale of passion, desire, jealousy and murder, all set against the backdrop of the rise of locomotives in France in the late 19th century. Yeah I know, completely the opposite of the upbeat music I've been listening to, but novels are different. . . And no I didn't mark my book up 😊

#reading #emile zola #rougon-macquart #french literature #naturalism #la bete humaine

[processusmonomaniak]

Le Ventre de Paris, Emile Zola

Continuons notre progression dans l’œuvre impressionnante des Rougon-Macquart, constituée de 20 romans écrits entre 1870 et 1893 par Emile Zola, avec le 3eme volume, Le Ventre de Paris. Avant de plonger dans les entrailles de ce livre, signalons l’incongruité de la 4eme de couverture de l’édition 2002 de Folio Classique qui réussit l’exploit de résumer en quinze malheureuses lignes tout le livre…

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#Classique #Emile Zola #Folio Classique #Le Ventre de Paris #Littérature française #Rougon-Macquart

[aristotleatafternoontea]

Bon une année se termine, une autre commence, résolutions, tout ça tout ça. 

J’ai vraiment envie de lire plus en 2023 et en plus des trucs à lire pour le boulot (ce qui est déjà un projet en soi et va me demander un peu plus de concentration et d’application qu’en 2022), j’ai deux challenges

- Terminer les Rougon-Macquart (il m’en reste un peu moins de 11, à un par mois je devrais éviter la saturation que j’ai pu ressentir avec ce projet cette année)(Emile, je t’aime mais je peux pas toujours enchaîner pauvreté, alcoolisme, enfants malades, suicides et corruption générale de la société sans déprimer un peu).  - Ne pas acheter de nouveaux livres et commencer à lire les livres (surtout des romans, même si il y a aussi un peu de non-fiction dans le tas) qui s’empilent sur mes étagères.  

Sinon, j’ai encore et toujours le projet d’écrire plus et peut être que 2023 sera enfin l’année où je prends le temps de le faire mais on verra. Ah, et j’ai acheté une carte de cinéma, donc aussi de retourner plus souvent au ciné. 

#livres #résolutions #decluttermybookshelves #Rougon-Macquart #films #2023

[elena-ferrante]

la joie de vivre (jean pierre améris, 2012)

#la joie de vivre #swann arlaud #watchlist #new motivation to start reading les rougon macquart books just dropped #this was in my drafts for so long it's time to share Him with the world

[thewomanwithmissingfingers]

#lit #emile zola #germinal #les rougon-macquart #19th century #body

[6-1-2-3]

I may have the 20 volumes of the serie of books Les Rougon-Macquart by Emile Zola

So let's get started I guess!!

#books #Les Rougon-Macquart #Emile Zola #it's gonna be a long time #but it's gonna be so worth it in the end

[athenenoctua9]

Ce passage dans La faute de l'Abbé Mouret me tue de rire à chaque fois. Pascal conduit une charrette à cheval avec son neveu Serge, tout jeune abbé, à son côté :

Quand on a lu avant Pot-Bouille (un des tomes d'Octave avec Au Bonheur des Dames) c'est délicieux.

#Octave Mouret #Serge Mouret #Emile Zola #les rougon-macquart #books #littérature #la faute de l'abbé Mouret

[solangelo-o]

oh also i just remembered i had this

#news from the zones #tmnt #what else can i rank #rougon macquart novels #gan candidates #soon

[rwpohl]

die sünde des abbé mouret, émile zola, rütten & loening berlin 1982, nachwort rita schober

#la faute de l'abbé mouret #die sünde des abbé mouret #émile zola #Les Rougon-Macquart #1875 #rütten & loening #berlin #1982 #elisabeth eichholtz #rita schober #parsifal #obst & gemüse oder der kunde ist könig #der sichtbare mensch #future is now

[jbrasseul]

24h à Béziers

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#Bagne de Cayenne #Béziers #canal du Midi #Casimir Péret #Cathédrale St Nazaire #Emile Zola #La fortune des Rougon #Les Rougon-Macquart #Louis-Napoléon #Pierre-Paul Riquet #Plateau des poètes #Pont-canal (Béziers) #Ryanair #Second Empire

[dixvinsblog]

Les plus belles pages de la littérature : Émile Zola - Le Ventre de Paris (1873)(Les Rougon-Macquart)

Les plus belles pages de la littérature : Émile Zola – Le Ventre de Paris (1873)(Les Rougon-Macquart)

Le premier matin, lorsque Florent arriva à sept heures, il se trouva perdu, les yeux effarés, la tête cassée. Autour des neuf bancs de criée, rôdaient déjà des revendeuses tandis que les employés arrivaient avec leurs registres, et que les agents des expéditeurs, portant en sautoir des gibecières de cuir, attendaient la recette, assis sur des chaises renversées, contre les bureaux de vente. On…

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#Les plus belles pages de la littérature : Émile Zola - Le Ventre de Paris (1873)(Les Rougon-Macquart)

[papesatan]

per esorcizzare il futuro

Quest’implacabile e oscuro inquisirmi che mi fruga dentro e fuori, mi spinge a investigarmi il cuore alla malata ricerca di potenziali violenze passate e future. Mio nonno, uomo mansueto di sconfinata bontà, invecchiato in silenzio all’ombra d’un suocero dragone e una moglie arpia, è morto dopo esser stato corroso giorno per giorno dal Parkinson, roso sin dentro le ossa, fino a diventare un altro da sé. Quando la malattia lo lasciò, non c’era più niente in lui dell’uomo che era, non ne era rimasto più nulla, come scrive Flaubert: “il l’ouvrit et ne trouva rien”. Negli ultimi tempi s’era fatto estremamente violento, quasi ferino, tirava calci a tutti, schiaffi, pugni e spinte, parole al veleno, bestemmie e imprecazioni mai udite da quella sua bocca garbata, paranoie continue per cui era convinto che il fratello s’intrufolasse in casa di nascosto per scopargli la moglie, ben corrisposto, o che gli amici sparlassero di lui al bar. E giù d’insulti e botte. Oggigiorno non se ne ricorda più nessuno e di lui, fortunatamente, è rimasto solo il ritratto d’un uomo retto e buono, come effettivamente è stato per gran parte della sua vita. Ora penso, mio nonno era un uomo buono... (intravedete già il punto del mio discorso?) la storia della mia famiglia non ha niente a che fare coi Rougon-Macquart, ma risalendo le generazioni risulta evidente una certa predisposizione alla follia. Benché la scienza mi rassicuri d’avere solo una piccola esigua possibilità d’ereditare il male, io ne sono intimamente convinto. E se mio nonno, che era un uomo buono, s’è degradato in “nu diavl” (per dirla con le urla di mia nonna), io che non lo sono, che speranza avrei di restare umano? Solo la mia assoluta integrità morale mi permette di tener docile al guinzaglio il lupo in me. Se perdessi ogni freno, cosa mi distinguerebbe da un mostro senz’anima? Diverrei pari a un lupo mannaro, il povero professor Lupin morso dalla luna piena, Harvey Keitel che si tramuta in vampiro e morde a morte l’amato figlio, un maledetto zombie in un qualsiasi film di zombie. Tanto varrebbe sopprimermi prima. Non posso perdere me stesso, non voglio perdere me stesso, la mia mente è tutto ciò che ho. Un giorno, prima di perdersi per sempre, mio nonno mi prese per un braccio, mi fissò con la disperata urgenza della fine e disse: “La cosa più importante per una persona è essere padroni di se stessi. Ricordalo!” Non l’ho dimenticato, nonno, non l’ho fatto. Non posso prometterlo, ma spero solo di poterlo ricordare per sempre. 

[processusmonomaniak]

La conquête de Plassans, Emile Zola

Le problème, l’unique problème, quand on commence à lire toute l’œuvre d’Emile Zola, c’est qu’on s’habitue à la qualité littéraire exceptionnelle de sa grande saga en vingt volume, Les Rougon-Macquart. Et ce n’est pas ce quatrième tome, La Conquête de Plassans, qui nous fera changer d’avis… François Mouret, petit bourgeois au verbe haut, profite en toute quiétude de sa belle maison et de sa…

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#Eglise #Emile Zola #Folie #La conquête de Plassans #Le Livre de Poche #Les Rougon-Macquart #Pouvoir #Religion

[notasfilosoficas]

“El pasado no es más que el cementerio de nuestras ilusiones”

Émile Zola

Émile Édouard Charles Antoine Zola fue un escritor francés, nacido en París en abril de 1840, y un  novelista, periodista, y dramaturgo considerado el padre y el mayor representante del llamado "naturalismo literario" y un contribuyente importante al desarrollo del naturalismo teatral.

Fue hijo de un ingeniero veneciano naturalizado y de la francesa Émile Aubert. 

Tras la muerte temprana del padre, se trasladó a Aix-en-Provence sufriendo penalidades económicas.

Tuvo como compañero de estudios al pintor francés posimpresionista Paul Cézanne con quien mantendría una larga y fraternal amistad y del que posteriormente por razones de personalidad terminaría.

Émile regresa a París y tras abandonar el bachillerato, decide trabajar como dependiente en una librería para evitar seguir siendo una carga para su madre en 1862.

Escribió su primer texto y colaboró en las columnas literarias de varios diarios, cultivando al mismo tiempo la amistad con personalidades como Édouard Manet, Camille Pissarro y los hermanos Gouncort escritores franceses pertenecientes a la corriente naturalista.

En 1868 concibió un proyecto denominado “Les Rougon-Macquart” y cuya aspiración era la de realizar una novela “fisiológica” en las que intentaba aplicar algunas de las teorías del filósofo, crítico e historiador Taine, uno de los principales teóricos del naturalismo, y de Claude Bernard, teórico, médico y fisiólogo francés sobre la herencia.

La obra, consta de 20 novelas y se inicia con “La fortuna de los Rougon” en 1871, el cual refleja un retrato social que siguiendo el esquema del naturalismo, contiene altas dosis de violencia y dramatismo, y demasiado explícito en sus descripciones para la época.

Entre las novelas mas destacadas de este proyecto destacan, La taberna en 1876, “Naná” en 1880, “El paraíso de las damas” en 1883, “Germinal” en 1865, “Bestia Humana” en 1890 y “El Desastre” en 1892.

También son obras clave de su escritura la trilogía “Tres ciudades” y los cuatro evangelios” en 1898 y 1902 respectivamente.

En el año de 1870, se casa con una costurera con la que no tuvo hijos. Sin embargo tuvo una amante quien le dió dos hijos.

En 1890 se rechazó su entrada en la Academia Francesa y en 1894 la Santa Sede decretó la inclusión de toda su obra en el Indice de los libros prohibidos.

Cuando Alfred Dreyfus fue acusado injustamente de espionaje a favor de Alemania, Zola surgió en defensa del militar judío escribiendo el famoso artículo “Yo, acuso” el cual fue publicado el 13 de enero de 1898 y que sirvió para que se reabriera el caso judicial.

La publicación de este artículo le llevó a prisión durante un año, huyendo el autor francés a Inglaterra. Finalmente, tanto Zola como Dreyfus fueron declarados inocentes

Émile Zola falleció en París el 29 de septiembre de 1902, a causa de una intoxicación provocada por la inhalación de gases provenientes de una chimenea a la edad de 62 años.

Fuentes: Wikipedia, alohacriticon.com, biografiasyvidas.com

#emile zola #francia #escritores #citas de escritores #citas de reflexion #naturalismo #activistas #novelistas #frases de novelistas #frases de escritores

[quillandquotation]

The Death of Albine

This painting is based on the tragic climax of Émile Zola's 1874 anti-clerical novel 'The Sin of Father Mouret', the fifth novel in the author’s twenty-volume series 'Les Rougon-Macquart'. Set in a small provincial town, Albine, its female protagonist, is an uneducated and fanciful young girl who falls in love with the neurotic Father Mouret. Suffering from amnesia, he consummates a passionate romance with her, but when his memory returns is wracked by guilt and abandons her.

"And I often find myself thinking that happiness is fatal and fleeting so why must I dare to have a moment of glee when the coming day I'll have to drown myself in a sea of sorrow"

#victorian era #victorian aesthetic #1800s art #19th century #dark academia #spilled thoughts #writers block #spilled words #writers on tumblr #spilled ink #writers and poets #authors #1800s #oil painting #john collier #love #tw death #trauma #light academia #light aesthetic #quote blog #writerscommunity #writeblr #spilled writing