脡mile Fran莽ois Zola was an influential French novelist, the most important example of the literary school of naturalism, and a major figure in the political liberalization of France.
More than half of Zola's novels were part of a set of 20 books collectively known as Les Rougon-Macquart. Unlike Balzac who in the midst of his literary career resynthesized his work into La Com茅die Humaine, Zola from the start at the age of 28 had thought of the complete layout of the series. Set in France's Second Empire, the series traces the "environmental" influences of violence, alcohol and prostitution which became more prevalent during the second wave of the Industrial Revolution. The series examines two branches of a family: the respectable (that is, legitimate) Rougons and the disreputable (illegitimate) Macquarts for five generations.
As he described his plans for the series, "I want to portray, at the outset of a century of liberty and truth, a family that cannot restrain itself in its rush to possess all the good things that progress is making available and is derailed by its own momentum, the fatal convulsions that accompany the birth of a new world."
Although Zola and C茅zanne were friends from childhood, they broke in later life over Zola's fictionalized depiction of C茅zanne and the Bohemian life of painters in his novel 尝'艗耻惫谤别 (The Masterpiece, 1886).
From 1877 with the publication of L'Assommoir, 脡mile Zola became wealthy, he was better paid than Victor Hugo, for example. He became a figurehead among the literary bourgeoisie and organized cultural dinners with Guy de Maupassant, Joris-Karl Huysmans and other writers at his luxurious villa in Medan near Paris after 1880. Germinal in 1885, then the three 'cities', Lourdes in 1894, Rome in 1896 and Paris in 1897, established Zola as a successful author.
The self-proclaimed leader of French naturalism, Zola's works inspired operas such as those of Gustave Charpentier, notably Louise in the 1890s. His works, inspired by the concepts of heredity (Claude Bernard), social manichaeism and idealistic socialism, resonate with those of Nadar, Manet and subsequently Flaubert.
When Zola wrote his artist novel, he could look back on decades of creative pain, shared with the painters of the era, and most notably with his childhood friend Paul C茅zanne. Would Zola have been THE realist writer of his time if he hadn't attempted to describe the struggle of the emerging impressionist movement in at least one of his installments of the Rougon-Macquart series? Would he have been Zola if he hadn't succeeded in describing it in such a way that the realism of the fictional characters reminded readers of the actual people he was surrounded by?
Would C茅zanne, on the other hand, have been the sensitive, self-conscious and obsessively engaged artist if he hadn't taken the novel badly, seeing only himself and his supposed failure in the character Claude Lantier?
Somehow, Zola had to write the story of the unhappy artist and his striving for the perfect painting, and somehow C茅zanne had to respond by breaking the lifelong friendship and correspondence:
"Mon cher 脡mile, I鈥檝e just received L鈥櫯抲vre, which you were kind enough to send me. I thank the author of the Rougon-Macquart for this kind token of remembrance, and ask him to allow me to wish him well, thinking of years gone by. Ever yours with the feeling of time passing, Paul C茅zanne"
However, despite time passing, both Zola and C茅zanne have stayed, and enjoy a posthumous success they may not have been able to imagine in their wildest dreams and hopes. Theirs is a heritage of literature and art in perfect companionship, showing the 19th century world in transition - from different angles and perspectives, in different colours and textures. To conquer Paris with an apple, was C茅zanne's idea, to analyse humanity with the narrow perspective of one single family in all their ugly facets, was Zola's.
They both succeeded through reiterated and passionate failures. They sacrificed everything - including friendship, and felt the pain of Claude Lantier in different ways. But they did not end like the tragic literary character, and that is the main difference between life and art. A novel or a canvas can be brought to an end, but the creators continue their struggles and failures.
The symbolic suicide of Lantier in front of his work of art clearly sets him off from real artists (with the exception of Van Gogh, maybe, whose life took on mythological dimensions after his violent end), and moves him into the realm of classical literature. His friends, the surviving characters, sum it up at the end of the novel: he dared to be consequential in his knowledge of ultimate failure regarding the pursuit of the perfect masterpiece, while they liked their bodies too much to follow through to the bitter end.
"Allons travailler", their closing remarks after Lantier's suicide, can be placed halfway between Voltaire's positive message in , celebrating private work and thrifty engagement as a means to escape the madness of the world ("Il faut cultiver notre jardin"), and Sartre's existentialist Hell in , where the last sentence: "Continuons", symbolises complete surrender and hopeless frustration. Zola's characters are not forced into their painful eternal situation like Sartre's love triangle - they choose it because they believe in the importance of their message, failure or not.
Zola's literary synthesis of the birth of the modern art movement, including elements of Monet, Manet and of course C茅zanne, is a masterpiece within his ambitious novel project, a perfect mirror of the times and ideas. And it is the dramatic nucleus for his failed friendship in real life - the point of no return, where Zola chose to be a writer more than anything else, at any cost. In that respect, he showed himself to be a Claude Lantier!
Goodness gracious - I inhaled this. Great characters, amazing descriptions, incredibly depressing ruminations on the perils of the creative life. The arc of it is Zola-esque, apparently - a balloon deflating in slow motion. I waited for a while to try him, and I'm already excited to read more.
You have this friend, a writer. He鈥檚 written this terrible bildungsroman about his tedious student exploits, I Want Vagina. You tell him tactfully that a 900-page, unspellchecked homage to sexual frustration doesn鈥檛 fly in the marketplace. Your friend scurries off and signs up for a Creative Writing MA at Dorset Polytechnic, taught by Vernon D. Burns. He returns, a few months later, with a new 900-page spellchecked homage to sexual frustration, I Want to Squeeze Bosoms. You arrange for him to lose his virginity so his art might progress by dialling a friendly helpline for that purpose (Callgirlz2nite). He returns a year later with a new epic, I Love Sleeping With Whores. His prose abounds in loving descriptions of thighs and calves and thighs, but lacks a greater purpose. A novel needs something more than loving exudations of prozzies to be successful (a few classics notwithstanding). Your friend trundles off. He rents a box room and starts his masterpiece, A Novel With Substance, Truth & Power. You tell him to rethink the title, but he tells you to shut up, he knows what he鈥檚 doing. So: skip twelve years, past the four breakdowns, nine marriages, one suicide attempt, to the final draft of his masterpiece. You sit down to read this dense marsh of unreadable prose, despairing at each spontaneous MUMMY that looms from the text (often LOVE ME MUMMY), and watch a sitcom instead. The message? All artists are fucked up. Some are鈥攁s they say in the US army鈥攆ucked up beyond all recognition.
Uplifting passage, spoken by the character based on Zola:
鈥淔rom the moment I start a new novel, life鈥檚 just one endless torture. The first few chapters may go fairly well and I may feel there鈥檚 still a chance to prove my worth, but that feeling soon disappears and every day I feel less and less satisfied. I begin to say the book鈥檚 no good, far inferior to my earlier ones, until I鈥檝e wrung torture out of every page, every sentence, every word, and the very commas begin to look excruciatingly ugly. Then, when it鈥檚 finished, what a relief! Not the blissful delight of the gentleman who goes into ecstasies over his own production, but the resentful relief of a porter dropping a burden that鈥檚 nearly broken his back . . . Then it starts all over again, and it鈥檒l go on starting all over again till it grinds the life out of me, and I shall end my days furious with myself for lacking talent, for not leaving behind a more finished work, a bigger pile of books, and lie on my death-bed filled with awful doubts about the task I鈥檝e done, wondering whether it was as it ought to have been, whether I ought not to have done this or that, expressing my last dying breath the wish that I might do it all over again!鈥� (p259-60)
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Including L鈥橭euvre (The Masterpiece), I鈥檝e so far read five of the twenty-volume Rougon-Macquart series by Emile Zola (the other four being: La Curee (The Kill), L鈥橝ssommoir (The Dram Shop), Nana (Nana) and Le Ventre (The Belly of Paris)). All five are set in kaleidoscopic Paris. The period is some time during the semi-aristocratic and semi-bourgeois Second Empire epoch. I love that each of the five portrays a different and unique social and cultural aspect of the times.
In the Preface, Ernest Alfred Vizetelly tells us that Zola draws from the real life experiences of the famous French painters Paul Cezanne (Zola鈥檚 childhood friend) and Edouard Manet (whose art Zola tirelessly championed) to develop the characterization of the protagonist Claude Lantier. Sadly, this would subsequently cause Cezanne to break up his friendship with Zola.
Claude Lantier is a descendant by blood from the Macquart line and presumably suffers from hereditary mental illness.
The story follows Lantier through his initial ambitions as a young rebellious painter and his subsequent self-perceived failures, which lead to a gradual tragic descent into abject poverty and ultimate despair about life.
Cheered on by a circle of fellow artists, including his best friend and budding writer Pierre Sandoz (Zola himself), Lantier at first nurtures a megalomaniac dream of conquering the art scene of Paris one day with his new concept of 鈥渙pen air鈥� painting. He even balks with audacity at the jeers of the public on his first creative piece 鈥淚n the Open Air鈥� which he submits to the newly opened and supposedly more liberal Salon of the Rejected.
He then falls in love with a modest young woman from Clermont who adores him. The couple lives happily in the countryside for a few years before returning to Paris. As time wears on, each of his once loyal supporters has found success in varying degrees, some by unscrupulous means, and he feels left behind in face of consecutive rejections of his works by the conservative but still authoritative Old Salon. In the end, neither his beloved wife nor his most loyal friend Sandoz is able to lift him from the psychological dumps.
Zola paints the Paris art scene with equal doses of realism and romanticism, of derision and compassion, of insight and scorn. But all in all, I can feel his consuming love of the city of Paris, which is also my favorite city. In this novel as well as in L鈥橝ssommoir (The Dram Shop), he takes us on a leisurely stroll through all the boulevards and avenues in the center of Paris. In this novel, he dwells amorously on the scenery surrounding L鈥橧le de la Cite and makes it the subject of the protagonist鈥檚 last masterpiece.
People see it every day, pass before it without stopping; but it takes hold of one all the same; one鈥檚 admiration accumulates, and one fine afternoon it bursts forth. Nothing in the world can be grander; it is Paris herself, glorious in the sunlight.
'Ah! life! life! to feel it and portray it in its reality, to love it for itself, to behold in it the only real, lasting, and changing beauty, without any idiotic idea of ennobling it by mutilation. To understand that all so-called ugliness is nothing but the mark of individual character, to create real men and endow them with life, yes, that's the only way to become a god!'
Perfection is the sole intention of an artistic endeavor striving towards greatness. In this effort lies the innate desire of an artist to conquer the imaginative world of his creation. To conquer it in such a way that his creations are perfect portrayal of those ideas which his mind perceives and of those which he lives by too. Even when he realizes that perfection in reality is unattainable; it is still the only impetus that drives his passion. A passion fueled by the long coveted glory in the real world. If his passion is continuously thwarted when confronted with real world, the artist may fall into that ruinous abyss from which there is no escape - from which he doesn鈥檛 really wish to escape since for him it is only his art which matters, which is real, and everything else is inconsequential. He may rather die for his art than live for something else in the world.
'Yes, I belong to that god; he may do what he pleases with me. I should die if I no longer painted, and I prefer to paint and die of it. Besides, my will is nothing in the matter. Nothing exists beyond art; let the world burst!
L'Oeuvre or His Masterpiece from the series Rougon-Macquart by Emile Zola, set in second half of the nineteenth century Paris, is a striking rendition of the life of such an artist in the City of Light. Claude Lentier is a revolutionary painter who produces paintings after paintings only to be rejected by the Salon every year. He knows that it is because he doesn鈥檛 follow the traditional style, he would rather starve than compromise his art. Finally, the rejections take its toll on the painter who, after struggling too much, loses the very art which he wants to perfect. More he works on his paintings, more he spoils them in his zealousness. Till in the end, after losing everything, he dies for his art.
This work, which is the fourteenth book in a series of twenty volumes, is not only one part in the story of two families followed through generations by Zola but it is also a work which stands apart for its own literary merit. I haven鈥檛 read any other volume but have read somewhere that L'Assommoir and Germinal are the best in the series. Surely, L'Oeuvre has inspired me to read other volumes too.
It is well known that many of the characters of this work were drawn from real life artists. Ernest Alfred Vizetelly, in the preface to work, provides an account of various people and incidents which went into the creation of this novel; two major characters being the protagonist Claude Lantier (inspired by Cezanne and Manet) and his closest friend Sandoz (based upon Zola himself).
In the words of Alfred:
Claude Lantier, the chief character in the book, is, of course, neither Cezanne nor Manet, but from the careers of those two painters, M. Zola has borrowed many little touches and incidents. The poverty which falls to Claude's lot is taken from the life of Cezanne, for Manet was the only son of a judge and was almost wealthy鈥�.Whilst, however, Claude Lantier, the hero of L'Oeuvre, is unlike Manet in so many respects, there is a close analogy between the artistic theories and practices of the real painter and the imaginary one. Several of Claude's pictures are Manet's, slightly modified. For instance, the former's painting, 'In the Open Air,' is almost a replica of the latter's Dejeuner sur l'Herbe ('A Lunch on the Grass'), shown at the Salon of the Rejected in 1863. Again, many of the sayings put into Claude's mouth in the novel are really sayings of Manet's. And Claude's fate, at the end of the book, is virtually that of a moody young fellow who long assisted Manet in his studio.
A Lunch on the Grass by Manet.
Being a Parisian, Zola had acquired that artistic fervor which throbbed as life in the pulse of the artistic City. Owing to his friendship with painters of the time, the ideas which hence found an expression in the writing of this work by Zola are rendered akin to masterly strokes in a painting by a painter. Here the city is itself seen through the eyes of a painter as Claude walks in the streets of city looking out for an inspiration. Quoting Alfred again:
From a purely literary standpoint, the pictures of the quays and the Seine to be found in L'Oeuvre are perhaps the best bits of the book, though it is all of interest, because it is essentially a livre vecu, a work really 'lived' by its author.
The work 鈥楲ived鈥� in the sense that the thoughts and philosophical ideas occupying the minds of both Claude and Sandoz, are those of Zola himself. The exasperation felt by Claude, after being frustrated with his work, while roaming the streets of Paris, was that felt by an unemployed Zola too. His writing delves into Naturalism as well as impressionism as he illustrates the life of Claude and his paintings. His promotion of the school of 鈥淥pen-Air鈥� can be distinctly identified with the title of Claude鈥檚 first painting 鈥淚n the Open Air鈥� exhibited by the Salon of Rejected. He was an ardent admirer and supporter of Edouard Manet, the first real master of Open Air School, and had anticipated the significance of painter鈥檚 principles and methods. It is these methods and principles which he associates with Claude here.
In the voice of Sandoz, a novelist, Zola puts his own words when he expresses his views regarding the futility of extreme efforts taken by Claude at the expense of his family and his life.
'Look here, old man, I, whom you envy, perhaps, yes, I, who am beginning to get on in the world, as middle-class people say. I, who publish books and earn a little money as well, I am being killed by it all. I have often already told you this, but you don't believe me, because, as you only turn out work with a deal of trouble and cannot bring yourself to public notice, happiness in your eyes could naturally consist in producing a great deal, in being seen, and praised or slated. Well, get admitted to the next Salon, get into the thick of the battle, paint other pictures, and then tell me whether that suffices, and whether you are happy at last. Listen; work has taken up the whole of my existence. Little by little, it has robbed me of my mother, of my wife, of everything I love. It is like a germ thrown into the cranium, which feeds on the brain, finds its way into the trunk and limbs, and gnaws up the whole of the body.
As a protagonist, Claude is not a very likeable character. He fails as a painter, as a husband and even as a father. His extreme step of committing suicide doesn鈥檛 really surprise nor does it evoke anger or any pity. This according to me is the triumph of Zola as a writer. It is his straight forward style as a realist and naturalist writer which succeeds in the life like description of an artist struggling in a city where the custodians of art adhere to long accepted traditional styles and where the audience of such art follows the popular opinions tossed about by a handful of average artists.
This book is a classic of the universal literature of French expression. It always had its works translated into all the languages and still, in very little time, transformed into films and series that have been seen worldwide. This work is an excellent example of literature in the service of causes in the case of 脡douard Manet's work of 1863. In defense of this reference to Impressionists and one of the initiators of the contemporary art world, he wrote this work, in 1886, in his later life years.
I am going to read immediately another book by . What does that say? I cannot get enough of this author!
I love that all of his books I have read so far have a different topic, this despite that all of Les Rougon-Macquart Books are set during the Second Empire (1852-1870), when France was under the rule of Napoleon III. Picking up Zola鈥檚 books, one after another, doesn鈥檛 get boring.
This, Zola鈥檚 14th novel of Les Rougon-Macquart Books, is set in Paris over a period of about fifteen years, concluding in 1870. It is about the Bohemian art community in Paris when Impressionism was first taking hold; the characters are painters, sculptors and art dealers, authors, journalists, actresses, architects and their respective husbands, wives and children. One thing that is outstanding is Zola鈥檚 ability to make each and every one of a large cast of characters come alive. I can think of no other author that can pull this off as well as Zola does.
This is a book of in-depth character portrayal. It is about a group of friends. Two of the central characters are very close鈥擟laude Lantier and Pierre Sandoz. The former, an artist, is based primarily on Paul C茅zanne with bits of 脡douard Manet and Claude Monet thrown in too. Pierre Sandoz is modeled on the author himself. Zola and C茅zanne grew up together in Aix-en-Provence, which in Zola鈥檚 stories is referred to as the Proven莽al village of Plassans. This is Zola鈥檚 most autobiographical novel!
Zola puts you in a time and a place. You are there, I mean really, really there. His writing is descriptive, very descriptive. I do not recommend Zola鈥檚 books to those who dislike descriptive writing. He describes people, facial details such as eyebrows, texture of the skin, prominence of a jaw, the shape of a mouth, the stature, height, width and build of a body, the clothes on that body, their color, cut, flimsiness, need of repair, or maybe the number, size, shape and color of the buttons there. Do they shine or sparkle or are they dull? I sink into these details and I see that which is described before my eyes. More than just seeing, I feel the essence that a person exudes. Zola does this with people, places and situations. You are there beside a person, in a hall, on a street. You know that person, you know how that person will react, you have spent time with that person, you know their backstory. I have spent a whole paragraph in an attempt to describe Zola鈥檚 writing style. Why? Because you know better than I do what style of writing fits you. I love this writing. I am swallowed up by it. I become immersed in another time and place and the people there surrounding me.
I will give one concrete example. A struggling pointer has finally gotten one of his paintings chosen for the prestige filled exhibit at the Palais des Beaux-Arts. Getting through the selection process has been both excruciating and humiliating. He goes to the hall to see his picture. He cannot find it. Around and around he searches. The hall fills up, the crowd is dense, garments are wet and steaming, rain pounds the skylight above. When Claude Lantier, and it is him of course, finally finds his painting, it is up high on a wall, tilted, insignificant, squeezed in between other more prominent tableaux. Nobody stops and looks at his paining. It is this way for all struggling new artists. It is this way for those established artists no longer in mode. It is those paintings backed by influential friends with money and position that draw attention. Others are ignored, mocked or laughed at. And now listen, to top it all off, Claude鈥檚 painting was a painting of love, a painting of Claude鈥檚 son who has died. Readers have lived through the son鈥檚 birth and then death, the sorrow and the pain of it. Seeing that small, tilted painting thrown up high on a wall makes your heart break! Zola has given all the right details to make you care.
鈥淣aturalism is a literary movement beginning in the late nineteenth century, similar to literary realism in its rejection of Romanticism, but distinct in its embrace of determinism, detachment, scientific objectivism, and social commentary. The movement largely traces to the theories of French author 脡mile Zola.鈥� (Source: Wiki) The above is reflected in all that one reads by Zola.
The narration by Leighton Pugh is very, very good. The narration I have given four stars. His pronunciation of French is relatively good. Speed and pacing are fine. This is a book where you want to hear the author鈥檚 words, undisturbed by the narrator.
The more I read of the Les Rougon-Macquart Books, the more characters I recognize. I found a family tree here:
I was happy to find it, so I thought you might want it too. It is in French but that doesn鈥檛 matter with names!
Zola is my new favorite author. I like the writing style. Characters, places and events come alive for me. You can read the books in whatever order you want. Pick one with a topic that appeals to you. Just don鈥檛 start with , I didn鈥檛 like that at all!
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This book has absolutely WRECKED me. This review is written by a pile of ashes.
The Masterpiece is populated by artists, passionate, ambitious and young, feverish with their ideas and ideals. They are immersed in the world of literature and art, contribute to it, fight against it and for it. They crave glory and kill themselves with work, striving to rise above mediocrity. And people who love them have to deal with all of that, and it's a lot. It was fascinating and heartbreaking, really.
The writing was amazing. I fell in love with the characters and empathized with a lot of what they felt and thought. Zola is now one of my favorite writers. "The Masterpiece" is a work of pure genius.
I picked this book up as a tie-in for my non-fiction read of , because the main character, a fictional artist Claude Lantier, is also a XIX-century impressionist making a career in Paris. Though it is said Lantier was actually based partly on Cezanne, partly on Manet, who were friends with Zola.
L'arte 猫 vita, 猫 gioia, 猫 miracolo. 脠 un benefico confronto con se stessi e una straordinaria opportunit脿 di crescita individuale e spirituale. Ma il continuo confronto con la tela bianca e la portata di un'ispirazione che sembra sempre porsi ben al di l脿 delle nostre capacit脿 artistiche, pu貌 anche condurre a rasentar la follia...
"The Masterpiece" is itself a masterpiece from Emile Zola about the utter anguish of an artist over the gap between life and art. Claude is a French artist living in Paris when naturalism was just beginning to give way to Impressionism. By a naturalist we mean "one who studies nature" itself in the same way in which Seamus Heaney wrote in "The Death of a Naturalist" and the depiction of nature in a strictly natural way: that is, the quest of the artist was to show life within nature through a photographic verisimilitude or realism. Imagine being Paul Cezanne, Claude Monet, Camille Pissarro, Edouard Manet at the outset of the Impressionist Movement, which at the time of this novel, was widely considered as laughable. In this novel the protagonist, Claude, has devoted his entire life to the creation of a masterpiece of art accepted by the Salon, patrons, art dealers, art critics and general public of Parisian society. Claude meets with artistic rejection at every turn as portrayed by his friend, Sandoz, an up and coming novelist, who is thinly veiled as Zola himself. Novels like the painting of the day were judged by standards of realism: the work was of the highest quality only if it captured life itself in a realistic and natural setting. For example, Henry James wrote his works at the same time as Zola and the literary styles seek to capture the nuances of setting and characters and action in realistic ways. Sentences flow in traditional style with subjects and predicates nicely arranged and without stylistic breakthroughs which would follow from James Joyce. Claude is obsessed with perfection in his art and is willing to go to any artistic length to seek to achieve it. He and his family endure the most dire poverty in pursuit of his aim and his wife suffers more than he does in support of his artistic ambitions. But poor Claude is rejected everywhere by most who fail to recognize the real artistic genius which his fellow artists and Sandoz clearly see as luminous within him. He wonders if it is better to live and die unknown than to suffer the sacrifices he has made for his art. "Immortality at present depends entirely on the average middle-class mind and is reserved only for the names that have been most forcefully impressed upon us while we were still unable to defend ourselves," Zola writes. A painting that he has produced for exhibition by Salon society in Paris causes howls of laughter by those observing it. He has little faith that posterity will judge his art more kindly: "Suppose the artist's paradise turned out to be non-existent and future generations proved just as misguided as the present one and persisted in liking pretty-pretty dabbling better than honest-to-goodness painting! What a cheat for us all, to have lived like slaves, noses to the grindstone all to no purpose." What about those whom the public deem to be great artists? Will their work survive them? "There is only one way of working and being happy at the same time, and that is never to rely on either good faith or justice. And if you want to prove you're right, you've got to die first." The critics are always throwing brickbats, not only at Claude, but also at Sandoz who after a terrible review by a close friend who is an editor responds by telling him: "Since my enemies are beginning to sing my praises, there are only my friends to run me down." At one point toward the end of his life Claude laments the pointlessness and futility of his artistic genius: "It's so pointless, isn't it? And that's what is so revolting about it. If you can't be a good painter, we still have life! Ah, life, life!" But there is little Claude can do except to continue to paint: "Art is the master, my master, to dispose of me as it pleases. If I stopped painting it would kill me all the same, so I prefer to die painting. My own will doesn't really enter into it." He has a vision of a style of art which is to come and dominate the art world but which no one else of his era can see and so he is compelled to suffer for it: "Will people understand that anyone who produces something new, and that's an honor that doesn't come to everybody, anyone who produces something new is bound to depart from received wisdom." Zola's dim and dire tale based upon his own suffering but ultimate success of his novels during his own lifetime seem to affirm: "Nothing is ever completely wasted, and there's simply got to be light!...We are not an end: we are a transition, the beginning only of something new." "The Masterpiece" is an imperfect work but so is all art, as Sandoz (Zola) writes as the narrator of the entire story: " You have to make do with half-measures in this life... My books, for example: I can polish and revise them as much as I like, but in the end I always despise myself for their being, in spite of my efforts, so incomplete, so untrue to life." This is the story of a painter whose paintings remain un-hung, whose life becomes unhinged and whose whole being ultimately is a crucifixion. In the natural world this is the way of life and a realistic portrait of the artist in Paris according to Zola who did not live long enough to see the glorious realm of French Impressionism come into full bloom.
This is the story of a neurosis building up in a painter Zola has portrayed after Paul C茅zanne, with fine impressionnistic descriptions to boot.
Recommendations :
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L'histoire de Claude Lantier, peintre impressionniste inspir茅 par Paul C茅zanne, en proie 脿 un d茅traquement croissant 脿 mesure qu'avance l'histoire. Les descriptions sont tr猫s travaill茅es et fournies et, comme l'annonce la quatri猫me de couverture, Zola a mis beaucoup de lui-m锚me dans le personnage de Pierre Sandoz en particulier, et dans ce roman, plus largement.
脡mile Zola was friends with Paul C茅zanne. Small world. One of the greatest writers was friends with one of the greatest artists. After Zola published this book in 1886, he sent a copy to his friend. C茅zanne replied, thanks for the book, and never spoke to his friend ever again.
What was in this book that would sever such a friendship? After reading this book, I am not sure why Zola sent this kind of book to Cezanne. Why? The book is about a 鈥渇ailed鈥� artist Claude Lantier. Claude grew up in the fictional town of Plassans in the Air-en-Provence region of France. Claude befriends Pierre Sandoz and both would end end up Paris. Claude (C茅zanne) the painter and Sandoz a writer (Zola), hence art imitating real life.
Claude wants to make a big splash at le Salon de Refus茅s, the now legendary annual art show of artists that were rejected by the Acad茅mie de Beaux-Arts. This is the place where the Impressionist gained their fame. Claude is a landscape painter but decides he wants to create a big splash.
Claude鈥檚 painting, Plein Aire (Open Air) depicts a nude female surrounded by two other nude women and one fully clothed man in an outdoor setting. Based on Manet鈥檚 1863 painting Le d茅jeuner sur l鈥檋erbe, Claude鈥檚 painting created shock but more so, a lot of criticism.
His model for the nude woman is Christine Hallegrain. After both of her parents had died, she is rescued from a life in a convent by a rich old and almost blind woman, Mme Vanzade. Claude met her and 鈥渞escued鈥� her from this boring life and so Christine 鈥渙wes鈥� him something so she offers to model for him. She falls for Claude and likes his Bohemian lifestyle
After the debacle of the Salon, they move to the country. Life is much more simple. They have a child Jacques. Claude attempts to get back to landscape painting but because of the criticism, he can鈥檛 finish a painting. Life becomes even more isolated for Christine and they move back to Paris after three years.
Claude falls in with his artist friends and reunites with Sandoz. They live the bohemian lifestyle. Christine and Claude are not married either, so chic. They attend parties, so chic. The men talk about art, the women are so sexy. He is back painting which is good but you know that being an artist costs money in canvases and paints, not to mention a studio and living with a woman with a child costs even more. Not so chic. And that child? Sickly and that costs even more money.
The bohemian lifestyle starts to really take a toll. After three 鈥渇ailures鈥� at the Salon, his child takes a turn for the worse. His marriage (they finally decide to marry) hits a brick wall. He can鈥檛 seem to accomplish the notoriety that his first painting, his oeuvre called 鈥淧lein Aire鈥� first accomplished. He becomes so obsessed with that painting that he loses all sense of reality. He fills his studio with nudes. His final painting presented at the Salon is an all out shock value (no spoiler here) but it sends Claude into the realm of madness.
That leaves us back to 脡mile Zola and Paul C茅zanne. What did Paul think when he read this book but a bigger question is what was 脡mile thinking when he passed this book on? It makes for a great tragic story. The artist, with his drive for fame but never reaches it, fights with his internal demons. The art friends that love to argue art, their petty jealousies, and endless gossip. Friends or foes? How did Christine manage all the emotional issues living for Claude, when a clearly mentally challenged Claude became so obsessed? It is interesting that just a few years later (1890) another tragic artist life would unfold, Vincent Van Gogh.
Dark, gritty real stuff of life. How could he give this book to C茅zanne? How well did Zola know C茅zanne? Did the book hit a nerve? Or was it just too dark for C茅zanne, now living in the south of France, his paintings full of light? Oh, I could speculate for hours but the fact is that is ended their friendship. How is that to haunt you for the rest of your days?
鈥�... lui che dipingeva a denti stretti, con una fredda rabbia, non appena sentiva che la natura gli sfuggiva.鈥�
Un temporale tanto improvviso quanto violento. Claude Lantier, giovane pittore, dopo aver girovagato per le strade di Parigi, sta rientrando nella sua mansarda, quando davanti al portone di casa appare una misteriosa ragazza. La pioggia inizia a battere sempre pi霉 forte i lampi illuminano il suo viso disperato: 猫 cos矛 che Claude e Christine si vedono per la prima volta.
Lei, orfana cresciuta in un convento. Lui (gi脿 presente ne ) che dall鈥檈t脿 di sette anni 猫 stato separato dalla madre (la Gervaise Maquart protagonista de ) e messo sotto l鈥檃la protettrice di un mecenate che finanzia i suoi studi artistici.
Christine sale da Claude. La descrizione del percorso per salire nella sua stanza che apre questo romanzo, mi 猫 sembrata una metafora di tutta questa storia: gli alti e scricchiolanti gradini, il buio, la mancanza di una ringhiera. Tutto cos矛 precario, tutto cos矛 difficile.
Un romanzo che si muove sui binari della passione: da un lato il viaggio dell'Amore carnale tra i due protagonisti, dall鈥檃ltro un rapporto tormentato con l鈥橝rte.
Una scrittura emozionata dai ricordi di cui 猫 impregnata a partire dalla cerchia di giovani artisti cos矛 ammirati e temuti, allo stesso tempo, con quel loro bisogno di incrinare le regole e di dettare le nuove forme dell鈥橝rte. Questo movimento rivoltoso ha come bersaglio principale L'Acad茅mie e il Salon, insomma i luoghi che sono l鈥檌stituzionalizzazione di un arte romantica che vogliono abbattere. Il movimento che propone l鈥�en plain air vuole liberare ogni forma artistica. Il naturalismo che rivendica il ruolo della Verit脿.
Zola 猫 riconoscibile nell鈥檃mico pi霉 caro di Claude: Pierre Sandoz, scrittore che conoscer脿 il successo grazie ad un suo progetto:
"Prender貌 una famiglia e ne studier貌 i membri, uno per uno da dove vengono, dove vanno, come reagiscono, gli uni rispetto agli altri; infine, una umanit脿 in piccolo, la maniera in cui l鈥檜manit脿 preme e si comporta. D鈥檃ltra parte, metter貌 i miei pupazzi in un periodo storico determinato, per disporre dell鈥檃mbiente e delle circostanze, un brano di storia... Eh? Capisci, una serie di libretti, quindici, venti, episodi che saranno connessi pur avendo ciascuno una propria autonomia, una serie di romanzi che mi procureranno una casa per la vecchiaia, sempre che non mi distruggano"
Il progetto zoliano e il naturalismo stesso possono essere non condivisibili (鈥� Car la v茅rit茅 absolue, la v茅rit茅 s猫che, n鈥檈xiste pas, personne ne pouvant avoir la pr茅tention d鈥櫭猼re un miroir parfait. 鈥� scriveva Maupassant) ma 猫 proprio qui tra queste pagine che l鈥檃utore ci rende partecipi della passione e della fede nella sua idea letteraria.
- "Sutra拧nja umjetnost bit 膰e tvoja , ti si sve njih izgradio. Claude onda otvori usta i posve tiho, s mra膷nom neumoljivo拧膰u re膷e: - 艩to mi vrijedi, 拧to sam ih izgradio, ako nisam izgradio samoga sebe?... Znaj, to je bilo preveliko za mene, i to me ubija." -" 膶emu to uzaludno uzbu膽ivanje, ako vjetar iza 膷ovjeka, koji hoda, mete i odnosi trag njegovih koraka?" -" Istinski je osjetio da se nije trebalo vra膰ati, jer je pro拧lost samo groblje na拧ih ispraznih nada, te u njoj 膷ovjek samo udara nogama o grobove." Ovo je vjerovatno jedan od Zolinih najboljih romana. 膶etvorka jer je sa "沤erminalom" i "Trova膷nicom" te拧ko pore膽enje svih ostalih.
There's a character in this novel who decides to embark on an ambitious project to write a series of novels that "scientifically" demonstrate the effects of heredity and environment on a large family living during the regime of Napoleon III. (Whatever happened to Napoleon II?) The idea is that each book will examine some specific aspect of society and feature one member of the extended family as main protagonist. Which is odd, because Zola wrote a series of 20 books that examine the effects of environment and heredity on the fictional Rougon-Macquart family who live during Napoleon III's time in power...Yes, having abandoned (in practice if not by admission) his "scientific" plan fairly early in the 20 volume project, by the time Zola gets round to examining the world of artistic endeavor in Paris, he is entirely willing to model aspects of his characters on himself - and on his friends amongst the Impressionists, who, upon reading the book, variously, never spoke to him again, got really angry or found it flattering or funny.
Zola in this series is talking about a world only slightly in his past, that he lived through, and all of its members that I've read feel very believable in terms of the society and atmosphere portrayed, if possibly somewhat exaggerated, but in this one he is talking directly about his own experiences which differentiates this from the others in the series in a way beyond just that of being a separate plot about a seperate character in a different stratum of French society from the others - which is, of course, what they have in common. If you are interested in that kind of game you could spend hours pondering exactly which aspects of which characters are taken from which real-life world-famous Impressionist painters.
Strangely, the world of art portrayed seems entirely familiar; paintings used as investments, people trying to manipulate the market for profit, resultant hyper-inflation of prices. The public ridiculing works that later generations see as genius. Young artists spouting revolutionary theories about art and society, an old-guard establishment who try to keep the new-comers and their radical ideas down.
The main protagonist, Claude (yes, after that Claude) is the leader of just such a group of young, ambitious, would-be (art) world-changers. His battles with the establishment and his own flaws and genius are affectingly set out over the course of the book and leads to an end that many readers of other Rougon-Macquart novels can probably guess early. Other recognisable Zola themes are to be found; for instance promiscuity amongst the poor and attempts to describe the passionate aspects of romance explicitly that outraged many contemporary readers. A challenge as to what was permisable still being fought by D.H. Lawrence many decades later.
The style is also instantly recognisable, even across at least three different translators of his novels in the 6-10 Zola books I've read. The narrative voice, dramatic mood-swings and slow build-up (that can leave one bogged-down in the middle third) to a moving climax are all typically Zola. Despite the description of a man tortured by his obsessions and self-doubt, this member of the series was not for me as powerful as some of its more famous brethren, such as , or . Worth reading, then, but not the one to pick as one's first or even perhaps fifth work by Zola.
Zola za mene postaje kralj tragedije. Ovo mi je njegov 10. roman koji 膷itam, svaki mi je dra啪i od prethodnog, ali ovaj me je duboko potresao.
Junak romana je Klod Lantije, slikar koji je toliko posve膰en umetnosti da sve aspekte 啪ivota podre膽uje toj nekoj budu膰oj, savr拧enoj slici, remek-delu koje nikako da stvori. On radi bez sna, 膷esto ne jede, zaljubi se i o啪eni, ali ta prava 啪ena je samo zamena za 沤enu koju slika i koja je savr锟斤拷enija od njegove 啪ive supruge, dobije dete koje vidi samo kao prepreku. Njegovo stremljenje ka savr拧enoj tehnici slikanja, pravoj liniji 啪enskog tela, novoj plein-air tehnici ja膷e je od svih spoljnih uticaja. Polako ostaje bez prijatelja, gubi perspektivu i slike postaju sve nekvalitetnije, a on tone u ludilo.
Kristina od po膷etka njihovog poznanstva sluti da nikad ne膰e biti na prvom mestu, ali je uz njega do kraja. Njen monolog na kraju romana je jedan od najboljih koje sam ikada pro膷itala, bukvalno sam bila na ivici stolice i podr啪avala je do poslednjeg uzvi膷nika. Tu ga kona膷no suo膷ava sa svim onim 拧to je do tada pre膰utala, sa posledicama slikarstva na njihov brak, poku拧ava da mu skrene pa啪nju na sebe i na 啪ivot van ateljea jer sluti da je on ve膰 duboko zaglibio i 啪ivi samo za fiks ideju. Kona膷no gubi borbu protiv 沤ene na slici, za koju je, ironi膷no, ona pozirala.
Njihov sin je mo啪da i najtragi膷nija epizoda u knjizi, majci uvek simbol da je nakon njegovog ro膽enja po膷ela da gubi Kloda, a ocu samo smetnja i pokazatelj da mora da zara膽uje za njega dok bi sam radije gladovao i slikao ogromna, neprofitabilna platna. Mali 沤ak umire, zapostavljen, a otac ga par trenutaka kasnije koristi kao model za sliku Mrtvo dete, delo koje 膰e mu kona膷no doneti neko priznanje, ali osrednje. Klod kasnije posmatra svog sina na slici u galeriji, sme拧tenu u mra膷nom 膰o拧ku i slu拧a zgro啪ene komentare posetilaca, opet samo razmi拧ljaju膰i o tehnici koju je pogre拧no koristio.
Prelepa pri膷a koja izaziva svako saose膰anje sa umetnicima.
This is a story about how a creation destroys its creator, and the fine line between genius and madness. In that regard, it reminded me of Mary Shelley's "Frankenstein."
Zola's descriptions of late 19th century Paris are astounding; you see, breathe, taste, and feel it. His characters are flesh and blood men and women. They leap off the page and bore into your consciousness. His observations of the human condition are compelling, his philosophical musings on the creative life profound. But it's all hard, bleak, and raw, a portrait of misery and depression with only the tiniest glimmer of hope in its final line, spoken in a cemetery: "Let's go to work."
The story of the troubled artist, Claude and his downward spiral after struggling to cope with the lack of success for his new style of painting. He鈥檚 uncompromising and hard on himself but it was hard to read how he and his wife, Christine, neglect their poor son. And then the ending is quite devastating although signposted, I was still shocked. It鈥檚 a fascinating insight into the art world of Paris when Impressionism was new and the establishment ridiculed it.
The story of an artist trying to fulfil his talent. It began brilliantly. The opening was fabulous. A girl arrives in Paris from the provinces, but her train is delayed so there is no one at the station to meet her. She gets caught in a thunderstorm and shelters in a doorway. Here she meets Claude, the artist who offers to put her up for the night in his garret. Thus begins their great love which is poignantly evoked as is Claude's relationship with his art. Half way through as Claude struggles more and more to realize his potential the novel begins to get a bit repetitive. Zola's friends Cezanne and Monet both refused to have anything more to do with him after reading the novel.
Emile Zola is recognized as a great realist writer. But why is this?
Is it because of his wonderfully detailed and evocative descriptions of natural landscapes or of urban life? In my opinion, no.
Is it because of his nuanced understanding of human thought and his skill at accessing and writing about the deepest, most personal psychological motivations of his carefully drawn characters? Again, I would say no.
Is it his careful observation of political and social events and his ability to describe the whole of an age, the Second Empire of Napoleon III, from the highest levels of French society to its lowest? He has certainly achieved this, his original plan, but I would not say this is what makes him a realist writer.
No. The reason Emile Zola is a realist writer is because, just like real life, about two-thirds of the way through everything turns to shit.
For the umpteenth time here I am, well into another of his truly great novels, and I can hardly even bear to pick it up and finish it because everything, without a doubt, is about to turn to shit.
That immensely talented young painter whose work is so misunderstood and challenging to the establishment art world has been rejected by the Salon once more. He鈥檚 about to embark on his most brilliant and ambitious work ever, just as poverty and disillusionment set in.
That lovely young woman, that orphan, so in love with the shy, talented artist and so happy with life in the French countryside has returned to Paris and begun to pawn her clothes in order to support her increasingly troubled young husband鈥榮 latest project.
Will this latest work be accepted by the Salon in a well earned and triumphant recognition of his genius? Will public acclaim restore to this lovely, talented and sensitive couple the wealth and happiness they so clearly deserve?
I think we know the answer to that.
If I were ever to write a novel I would want to copy Zola鈥檚 style and subject matter (albeit updated to today) as he is truly a great writer even without any of those modern or post-modern novelistic tricks.
But for a modern Zola, would everything still have to turn to shit on such an unrelentingly consistent basis? I think we know the answer to that too.