Great Books of the World – Part 13

“Life is an echo,
what you send out,
comes back.
What you sow,
you reap.
What you give, you get.
What you see in others,
exists in you.”

Zygmunt Ziglar

Courtesy of Andy Matthews:

 

“It is nothing to die;
it is dreadful not to live.”
Les Misérables, Victor Hugo

This post is about the inconquerable power of the human spirit. It comes to the fore in times of wars, civil unrest, or the unprecedented scourge in today’s world – the pandemic. The self-sacrifice of people in such times is transcending the most striking actions the famous books can offer. One of my favourite books was written by Victor Hugo, and it was and is one of the most loved ones; it is of course – Les Misérables, an epic tale of injustice and adversity, love and hope.

The spirit of Hope, the Himalayas

“Au Matin” by Marcel Tournier (courtesy of anastasiaharp):

 

 

VICTOR  HUGO
1802  –  1885

Courtesy of Homer Thompson:

 

Victor Hugo was born in 1802 at Besançon, now the capital of the department of Doubs in eastern France.

Besançon, France

Courtesy of Lucas Dubiez:

 

His father, a career officer in Napoleon’s army, was at that time a major, but rose eventually to the rank of general and was created a count.

The parents of Victor Hugo

His various garrison appointments necessitated moving around a lot, and the education of the young Victor took place in Italy, Spain, and in Paris where the family settled at the Maison des Feuillantines. This was certainly good for him, and he received a very thorough grounding in humanities, even reading Tacitus at the age of 7.

Maison Feuillantines in Paris, France

Hugo had three elder brothers. His literary ability was obvious very early on; a poem written while he was still at school won a literary prize, and with his brother Abel, he launched the review magazine, the Conservateur Litteraire, which although, it survived for only two years, achieved some prominence as a mouthpiece of the Romantic movement.

Victor Hugo and his brothers Abel and Eugene

He was always deeply concerned with the social and political developments of his time. Hugo’s politics had changed in the light of events and as a reflection of his personal growth, but he was first and foremost, by nature as well as by conviction, a romantic.

Courtesy of Musées Parisiens à découvrir:

 

Hauteville House, now a Hugo museum, St Peter Port, Guernsey

The Drawing Room at Hauteville House

Victor Hugo’s bedroom at Hauteville House

Hugo’s dissatisfaction with Louis Napoleon’s Second Empire was so great that he was forced to leave France. After staying for a time in Brussels, he moved to the Channel Islands, first to Jersey and then to Hauteville House in Guernsey, where he lived with his wife and family for fourteen years. It was here that he wrote and completed the novel which is generally considered his masterpiece, Les Misérables, published in 1862. Victor Hugo, anxious to learn how his new book had been received, is said to have cabled his publisher with a message which read simply “?” The publisher cabled back “!”

Napoleon Bonaparte, Emperor of the French

In his long life, Victor Hugo amassed glory on a scale we can scarcely imagine today. Upon his death at the age of eighty-three, his body was laid in state in Paris beneath the Arc de Triomphe, and two million people paid their respects to the revered poet, dramatist, and novelist before he was buried in a pauper’s coffin, as his will stipulated, in the Pantheon.

“Symphony No. 3 in E-Flat Major, Op. 55 ‘Eroica’ – 2. Marcia funebre (Adagio assai)” by Ludwig van Beethoven, performed by Wiener Philharmoniker and conducted by Claudio Abbado:

 

The funeral of Victor Hugo at The Pantheon

Lying in state at The Arc de Triomphe

Hugo’s epic funeral diminishes the early farewell of other writers the way Les Misérables – in its length, scope, and magnanimity  – towers over all but a handful of novels. The product of two decades of literary labour, Les Misérables was begun while the author enjoyed political favour in Paris, and was finished during Hugo’s nineteen years political exile in the Channel Islands. Hugo’s fierce advocacy for the poor and oppressed (the book’s title could be translated as The Wretched) runs like an electric current through the intricate plot of the story he created.

St Peter Port, Guernsey

The English translation was made by Hugo’s friend Charles Edwin Wilbour; astonishingly, Wilbour translated the fifteen-hundred-page novel in time for it to be published in New York in 1862, the same year it appeared in France. It is a mark of Hugo’s popularity that translators working in several other tongues matched Wilbur’s achievement. A superb translation by Julie Rose, the most complete and textually reliable to date, appeared in 2008 and supersedes all previous versions.

You can see from the manuscript below why without the benefit of a laptop, it took twenty years to write this novel!

 

“You cannot change your past, but other
people’s opinions do not define reality.”

Kingsley Vincent

 

LES  MISÉRABLES

Barricades on the streets of Paris

At the core of this vast narrative is Jean Valjean, a peasant imprisoned for stealing a loaf of bread to feed his sister’s starving children. This act will haunt him through all the events that follow, for even though the noble Valjean can escape prison, he cannot escape his past, which relentlessly pursues him in the body of the implacable Inspector Javert, below.

The plot leads readers from the countryside to the urban underworld, from the Battle of Waterloo to the Parisian sewers through which Valjean flees in one of the most famous episodes in all of fiction. Teeming with unforgettable characters – including the saintly bishop, Monseigneur Bienvenue, the young and unfortunate seamstress Fantine, her orphaned daughter Cosette, the street urchin Gavroche, the villainous Thenardier, and the fiery revolutionary Marius – Les Misérables encompasses historical events, social injustice, personal suffering, and sacrifice, and love in all its hopes and heartache. As the author leads the reader down what seems to be every alleyway in Paris, he wears on his sleeve the human sympathy that animates the most unforgettable novels.

Valjean carrying Cosette

“Tears of a Silent Heart” by Michael Ortega:

 

An extract from Les Misérables

“An elderly lady who came out of the cathedral at this moment saw him lying there and asked, ‘What are you doing?’

He answered roughly and angrily:

‘My good woman, you can see what I am doing. I’m sleeping here.’

‘On this bench?’, she asked.

‘I’ve slept for nineteens years on a wooden mattress’, the man said. ‘Now it’s stone.’

‘Were you a soldier?’

‘Yes, – a soldier.’

‘Why don’t you go to an inn?’

‘Because I haven’t any money.’

‘Alas,’ said Madame de R, ‘I have only four sous in my purse.’

‘That’s better than nothing.’

The man took the four sous and Madame de R – said:

‘It’s not enough to pay for lodging at an inn. But have you tried everything? You can’t possibly spend the night here. You must be cold and hungry. Someone would surely take you in out of charity.’

‘I’ve knocked at every door.’

‘You really mean?’

‘I’ve been turned away everywhere.’

The lady touched his arm and pointed across the square to a small house beside the bishop’s palace.

‘Have you really knocked at every door?’

‘Yes.’

‘Have you knocked at that one?’

‘No,’

‘Then do.’

At this moment there was a heavy knock at the door.

‘Come in,’ said the bishop.

The door opened. It was flung widely open, as though in response to a vigorous and determined thrust. The man entered. He stepped across the threshold and then stood motionless with the door still open behind him. His knapsack hung from his shoulder and his stick was in his hand. The firelight falling on his face disclosed an expression of exhaustion, desperation, and brutish defiance. He was an ugly and terrifying spectacle.

The bishop was calmly regarding the stranger. He opened his mouth to speak, but before he could do so, the man, leaning on his stick with both hands and gazing around at the three elderly people, said in a harsh voice:

‘Look. My name is Jean Valjean. I am a convict on parole. I’ve done nineteen years in prison. They let me out four days ago and I’m on my way to Pontarlier. I’ve walked from Toulon in four days and today I have covered a dozen leagues (about thirty miles). When I reached this place I went to an inn and they turned me out because of my yellow ticket-of-leave which I’ve shown at the Mairie as I’m obliged to do. I tried another inn and they told me to clear out. Nobody wants me anywhere. I tried prison and the doorkeeper wouldn’t open. I crawled into a dog-kennel and the dog bit me and drove me out just as if he were a man and knew who I was. I thought that I’d sleep in a field under the stars, but there weren’t any stars and it looked as though it was going to rain, and no God to stop it raining, so I came back here hoping to find a doorway to sleep in. I lay down on a bench in the square outside and a good woman pointed to your door and told me to knock on it. So I have knocked. ‘What is this place? Is it an inn? I’ve got money. I’ve got one hundred and nine francs and fifteen sous, the money I earned by nineteen year’s work in prison. I’m ready to pay, I don’t care how much. I’ve got the money. I’m very tired, twelve leagues on foot, and I’m hungry. Will you let me stay?’

‘Mrs Magloir,’ said the bishop, ‘will you please lay another place.’

The man moved nearer to the light of the table lamp, seeming not to understand.

‘It’s not like that,’ he said. ‘Weren’t you listening? I’m a convict, a felon, I’ve served in the galleys.’ He pulled a sheet of yellow paper out of his pocket and unfolded it. ‘This is my ticket-to-leave, yellow, as you see. That’s why everybody turns me away. Will you take me in?’

‘Mrs Magloire,’ said the bishop, you must put clean sheets on the bed in the alcove.’ The bishop turned to the man.

‘Sit down and warm yourself, Monsieur. Supper will be very soon ready, and the bed can be made up while you’re having a meal.’

‘You really mean it? You’ll let me stay? A convict – and you aren’t turning me out! You called me ‘Monsieur’. I’m ready to pay. May I ask your name, Sir? You are an innkeeper, aren’t you?’

‘I’m a priest,’ said the bishop, ‘and this is where I live.’

At sunrise that morning Monsieur Bienvenue was in his garden. Mme Magloire came running out to him in great agitation.

‘Monseigneur, monseigneur, do you know where the silver basket is?’

‘Yes’, said the bishop.

‘Thank the Lord! I could not think what happened to it’.

The bishop had just retrieved the basket from one of the flower beds. ‘Here you are.’

‘But it is empty!’ she exclaimed. ‘Where is the silver?’

‘So it is the silver you are worrying about?’ said the bishop.

‘I cannot tell you where that is.’

‘Heaven save us, it has been stolen! That man who came last night!’

Mme Magloire stood dumbfounded. ‘What will Monseigneur eat with now?’

He looked at her with seeming astonishment, ‘There is always pewter.’

‘Pewter smells.’

‘Well then, iron.’

‘Iron has a taste.’

‘Then,’ said the bishop, ‘wooden forks and spoon.’

A few minutes later he was breakfasting and remarked cheerfully that no spoon was needed for dipping bread into a bowl of milk when a knock sounded at the door.

The door opened to disclose a dramatic group. Three men were holding a fourth by the arms and neck. The three were gendarmes, the fourth was Jean Valjean. A sergeant of the gendarmes entered the room and saluted.

‘Monseigneur…’ Jean Valjean looked up. ‘Isn’t he curé?’

‘Silence’, said one of the gendarmes. ‘This is his Lordship the Bishop.’

The bishop was coming towards them rapidly.

‘So here you are!’ he cried to Jean Valjean. ‘I am delighted to see you. Have you forgotten that I gave you the candlesticks as well? They are silver like the rest, and worth a good two hundred francs. Did you forget to take them?’

Jean Valjean’s eyes had widened. He was now staring at the old man with an expression no words can convey.

‘Monseigneur,’ said the sergeant, ‘do I understand that this man was telling the truth? We found this silver in his knapsack and -‘

‘And he told you,’ said bishop with a smile, ‘that it had been given to him by an old priest with whom he stopped the night. You felt bound to bring him here but you were mistaken.’

We must let him go?’

‘Certainly.’

The gendarmes withdrew.

‘Jean Valjean, my brother, you no longer belong to what is evil but to what is good. I have bought your soul to save it from black thoughts and the spirit of perdition, and I give it to God.’

“Après un rêve, Op. 7, No. 1 (Arr. for Cello and Piano)” by Gabriel Fauré, performed by Sheku Kanneh-Mason and Isata Kanneh-Mason:

 

 

 

 

43 thoughts on “Great Books of the World – Part 13

  1. Wonderful history, Joanna. It came out during our American Civil War. It was popular with Confederate soldiers who identified with what they called Lee’s Miserables.
    I also loved the musical.

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  2. I love your posts. They remind me of what I know, more importantly, how much I don’t know.

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  3. This post is a feast for the soul. Thank you! 🙂

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  4. Wow, thank you for this informative journey into Victor Hugo’s life and contributions to society. His life is a poignant reminder that a writer’s words can be a powerful force for change in the world, and it is really making me want to sit down and read Les Misérables in its entirety. ^_^

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  5. Thank you for the poignant comment! Please, do read the whole book, even 5 pages at a time. It is a masterpiece!

    Joanna

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  6. Thank you for your generous comments! Greatly appreciated.

    Joanna

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  7. Thank you, Kennet, for your kind comments. We all learn something every day! Thank you, greatly appreciated.

    Joanna

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  8. Thank you, Pat, for your lovely comments! Here, the musical ran for years and years. Thank you, Pat, again. Greatly appreciated.

    Joanna

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  9. As always, beautifully put together with great pictures, photographs and music . Hugo had a long and interesting life. I love that he wrote about the downtrodden.

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  10. Another wonderful post Joanna filled to the brim with uplifting and historical information. Glad to see you are feeling better!! 💗

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  11. Thank you, Cindy! Almost back to normal. Thank you for your wonderful comments! Greatly appreciated.

    Joanna

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  12. I’m not surprised you included this one Joanna, and once again you’ve done the author proud with a well written account of both his life and the book. You’ve got some smashing photos here too to go along with the usual mix of music and videos. I particularly like the pics of Hauteville House, a place I visited quite some time ago and they brought back some good memories of not just the museum, but also of Guernsey. So once again it’s another ten from me. Great stuff 😊

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  13. Thank you, Malc, for your generous comments! Somehow I am not surprised that you were at Victor Hugo’s house in Guernsey. Thank you again, greatly appreciated.

    Joanna

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  14. An exceptional post, as always. I love the historical and literary information you provided, as well as your images and videos
    Thank you for your kindness to share with us the fruit of your serious and demanding research

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  15. Thank you, Luisa, for your wonderful comments!

    When it comes to research and attention to providing the details, you are the example I am following.

    Joanna

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  16. Excellent essay. I knew little about him before reading this. I had no idea he was revered in France. One thing for sure is that the power and popularity of Les Miserable continues to this day.

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  17. Thank you, Neil, for your kind comments!

    The power of an inspirational book is beyond measure.

    Thank you again, greatly appreciated.

    Joanna

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  18. A marvellous post again Joanna. I loved the preview of the film with all the action shots and fantastically orchestrated chase music. Thank you!

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  19. Thank you, Peter, for your lovely comment! Greatly appreciated!

    Joanna

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  20. You are always extremely kind, dear Joanna and I am grateful to you❣️

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  21. You are more than welcome!

    Joanna

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  22. Very informative and educative post, Joanna!!

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  23. 🙏💙🙏💙🙏

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  24. This is a very nice post, Joanna! I like Victor Hugo and his Les Miserables, though I have not read this voluminous book that runs into around 1500 pages, but I have read the story in brief that has characters like Valjean, Javert, Marius, Cosette etc. While reading it, an emotional connect is established automatically. The excerpts given by you are not exception, and after reading it, I have made up my mind to read it completely. The story around the release of a convict from prison and his transformation is incredible.

    Thank you, Joanna, for talking about this great author and his magnum opus. Hugo used to write poems also. I had read only one poem, Tomorrow at Dawn. Incidentally, Annie Ernaux, this year’s Nobel prize winner is also a French author. Your pictures and videos are superb, as always. First quote and first video stood out for me. Thanks again!

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  25. Thank you, Kaushal, for your wonderful comments! Yes, I watched the news about the Nobel Prize this year.

    I think you will like to read more of the whole book, even in parts as it is so large.

    Thank you again, Kaushal, greatly appreciated!

    Joanna

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  26. You’re so welcome and I’m so glad to know that. It is my pleasure always!❤️

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  27. You’re always welcome, Joanna!

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  28. Ooooh, I definitely will. Thanks again for all the great information and the recommendation!

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  29. Just loved how you started, with an ode to the spirit itself, the Himalayas. It is truly a story of a lifetime and of that time when one was really lonely out of compulsion even. Today when we all seem connected, it looks and by all means is another world.

    His journey and contribution to the literature world is imminent that colle two exact memories of those times that seem unfortunate and isolated.

    Thanks Joanna for this lovely post.

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  30. Thank you, Narayan, for your generous comments. As I wrote before, the power of the great book is immortal and can change people’s lives. We need more such influential and inspiring books now.

    Joanna

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  31. Yes Joanna, we do. And I thank you for making this knowledge of the ones who lived with great influence and grit through life.

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  32. Thank you, and you are welcome. The message about the books needed now was for you in view of plans you have.

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  33. A sumptuous post, Joanna 🌹💓💝💖🙋‍♂️

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  34. Thank you, Ashley, for your wonderful comment! Greatly appreciated.

    Joanna

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  35. Enjoy what’s left of Sunday. 💌🙋‍♂️

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  36. Such a wonderful share Joanna. I thoroughly enjoyed your post, it’s filled with rich history, great music and beautiful scenery. Very therapeutic, thank you.

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  37. Hi, Joanna, I am sorry to hear you haven’t been well, but glad you’re on the mend. Thank you for this wonderful post. Funny (albeit sad) how history repeats itself. I had to chuckle when I read about the author’s need to leave the country due to what was going on politically, for we have talked of the same. Have a warm, healing weekend, my friend. 🌞

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  38. Thank you, Lisa, for your kind comments!

    I understand your feeling as I watch the news. We have terrible problems here!

    Joanna

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  39. The last three lines are very unique.

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  40. Thank you, Eunice, for your kind comment. Greatly appreciated.

    Joanna

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  41. You are welcome.

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