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548 pages, Paperback
First published January 1, 1892
And this time, behind the two hundred fresh metres gained, the fields came back into view with dead and dying. There were some with their heads rammed into the ground. There was a big black horse, with its belly open and vainly trying to get back on to its feet because its legs were caught in its entrails.As with Zola’s best writing, reading his descriptions bring smells and sounds along with the words. The futility, brutality, randomness, and hypocrisy of war is seen through the eyes of the people who must live it, even as they see their depressed emperor and incompetent generals halt military caravans as their regiments of butlers, footmen, china, and wine pass through.
If our great captains sleep soundly the night before a battle, it is like enough for the reason that their fatigue will not let them do otherwise. He was conscious of no sound save the equal, deep-drawn breathing of that slumbering multitude, rising from the darkening camp like the gentle respiration of some huge monster; beyond that all was void. He only knew that the 5th corps was close at hand, encamped beneath the rampart, that the 1st's line extended from the wood of la Garenne to la Moncelle, while the 12th was posted on the other side of the city, at Bazeilles; and all were sleeping; the whole length of that long line, from the nearest tent to the most remote, for miles and miles, that low, faint murmur ascended in rhythmic unison from the dark, mysterious bosom of the night. Then outside this circle lay another region, the realm of the unknown, whence also sounds came intermittently to his ears, so vague, so distant, that he scarcely knew whether they were not the throbbings of his own excited pulses; the indistinct trot of cavalry plashing over the low ground, the dull rumble of gun and caisson along the roads, and, still more marked, the heavy tramp of marching men; the gathering on the heights above of that black swarm, engaged in strengthening the meshes of their net, from which night itself had not served to divert them.Someone has written that this is one of the great war novels of all time. It is the story of the Franco-Prussian war. The novel is broken into three parts. The first is set in the days before the great battle of the Sedan. The second part is the battle itself, in which Napoleon III was so defeated that he surrendered. The final part takes place over the several months of the aftermath, where France - and especially Paris - descended into a civil war. This period was indeed, a debacle.