Amantine Lucile Aurore Dupin de Francueil, best known by her pen name George Sand, was a French novelist, memoirist and journalist. One of the most popular writers in Europe in her lifetime, being more renowned than either Victor Hugo or Honor茅 de Balzac in England in the 1830s and 1840s, Sand is recognised as one of the most notable writers of the European Romantic era. She wrote more than 50 volumes of various works to her credit, including tales, plays and political texts, alongside her 70 novels. Like her great-grandmother, Louise Dupin, whom she admired, George Sand advocated for women's rights and passion, criticized the institution of marriage, and fought against the prejudices of a conservative society. She was considered scandalous because of her turbulent love life, her adoption of masculine clothing, and her masculine pseudonym.
I must鈥檝e borrowed this book from somebody in my teenage years. I don鈥檛 know from whom, I even asked my childhood friend if it was her. And I devoured and adored it. And then the ending was unsatisfying and I remember my heart was broken but back then I didn鈥檛 have internet and didn鈥檛 know it had a sequel!
I read it a few years later. But then I remember saving some pocket money and finally buying my own copy of Consuelo! And taking it with me on my trip to the seaside with a friend (it was Kyrylivka, currently occupied by russians btw). I took it to the beach and then we went into the sea and we were robbed! I don鈥檛 remember what they鈥檝e stolen, it must've been my mobile phone and maybe some money鈥� Who cares, they stole my book! And I haven鈥檛 even read! Bastards!
So then in the evening we returned to the beach to check trash cans because I hoped that those jerks would take what they could sell and throw other things away. Why would they even need my book, they obviously can鈥檛 read. But no luck. And that was the story of my failed re-read of this one 10-13 years ago maybe? Anyways it was in russian, so good riddance!
So that鈥檚 the story of how I got to this long overdue re-read, this time in Ukrainian. I really hope I won鈥檛 be visited by the suck fairy *fingers crossed*
Two weeks later: Ok, I finished. I鈥檓 tired. I鈥檓 slain. It was awesome! Where do I even begin to describe this mammoth? This novel was serialized and it explains sometimes very episodic nature of the second half, especially, but I thought it was sewn together beautifully. Ok, no, let鈥檚 go to the beginning. You can clearly split this book into 4 parts.
First one is a romantic story of young chaste love, jealousy and betrayal under the skies of Venice. Here Consuelo is the most angel-like, a genius singer and daughter of the road, she鈥檚 learning to become a professional artist and debuting on stage.
Second part is a gothic fairy tale that takes place in the forested mountains of Bohemia, where Consuelo meets a beautiful not-of-this-world melancholy prince who is either mad or has supernatural powers (or both) and tends to disappear for long periods of time. This is an obvious inverse of the Sleeping Beauty tale mixed with an East of the sun and West of the moon. Here Consuelo鈥檚 task is to save him. Then temptation from the former life comes into her life and she flees.
Here she learns Czech history, Hussite wars that are definitely presented here as a fight of oppressed people of the land against the powerful forein empire and also as a class struggle and socialist utopia. The unfairness of some people having it all just because of their birthright (Albert, our prince, wants to donate everything to the poor. He鈥檚 in conflict with his other aristocratic family members) and other people who have nothing but feel more free and unburdened (Consuelo and her late mother). Also rejection of catholicism that is equated with oppression.
Third part is a road trip with episodic adventures when Consuelo, dressed in the young man鈥檚 clothes, with a new musically gifted friend, intends to get to Vienna where her teacher and father figure resides. Bandits, ambushes and unexpected meetings follow.
Fourth part is Consuelo trying to build her career as an artist and to debut at the court of Maria Theresa. The questions of what it means to be a real artist and necessity to navigate intrigues and play games to get ahead make Consuelo doubt her desire for this life of the performer.
And the most over the top tragic final chapters where our beautiful prince
This book is just pure fun, extremely bingeable, Sand is an incredible storyteller and she keeps control over her cast of characters and their stories keep resolving without anybody having to be shipped off to Australia out of nowhere. The constant change of scenery, juggling different genres makes it always fresh. When she鈥檚 writing a gothic story, for example, she鈥檚 self aware and mockingly compares her writing to Ann Radcliffe鈥檚. Messing with fairy tales.
This book has a sequel that was published immediately after, so they both tell one long story. I can only imagine how disappointed I was to finish this book ages ago and not knowing their story is not over. It must鈥檝e been very unsatisfying.
Ceux de nos lecteurs qui se sont par trop fatigu茅s 脿 suivre Consuelo parmi tant de p茅rils et d'aventures, peuvent maintenant se reposer. Ceux, moins nombreux sans doute, qui se sentent encore quelque courage, apprendront dans un prochain roman, la suite de ses p茅r茅grinations, et ce qui advint du comte Albert apr猫s sa mort.
I鈥檓 on it, I'm not that tired after all!
Some famous fans: Charlotte Bronte: Charlotte Bronte's correspondence provides the following references to George Sand. In 1848, responding to the literary advice of G.H. Lewes, Miss Bronte said: Now I can understand admiration of George Sand; for though I never saw any of her works which I admired throughout (even "Consuelo", which is the best, or the best that I have read, appears to me to couple strange extravagance with wondrous excellence), yet she has a grasp of mind which, if I cannot fully comprehend, I can very deeply respect: she is sagacious and profound; Miss Austen is only shrewd and observant....What I call - what I will bend to, as a great artist, then - cannot be destitute of the divine gift. But by poetry, I am sure, you understand something different to what I do, as you do by "sentiment". It is poetry, as I comprehend the word, which elevates that masculine George Sand, and makes out of something coarse something godlike. Two years later, again to Lewes, she voices these opinions: Truly - I like George Sand better. Fantastic, fanatical, unpractical enthusiast as she often is - far from truthful as are many of her views of Life - misled as she is apt to be by her feelings - George Sand has a better nature than M. de Balzac - her brain is larger - her heart warmer than his. The "Lettres d'un Voyageur" are full of the writer's self, and I never felt so strongly as in the perusal of this work - that most of her very faults spring from the excess of her good qualities; it is this excess which has often hurried her into difficulty, which has prepared for her enduring regret. But - I believe - her mind is of that order which disastrous experience teaches without weakening or too much disheartening, and in that case - the longer she lives the better she will grow. A hopeful point in all her writings is the scarcity of false French sentiment - I wish I could say its absence - but the weed flourishes here and there in the "Lettres".
Walt Whitman: Asked if he[Walt Whitman] did not admire Rosalind, Portia, and other favourite heroines鈥� "No, I think Consuelo far superior to any of Shakespeare's heroines." He added that he relied upon translations, for he could not read French with any enjoyment. Did he think the worse of George Sand for the latitude she took in the relation of marriage? "No," he replied unhesitatingly, "the finest teachers in life, the most artistic, are the darkest; it is necessary for an artist to see everything鈥攖o go to the depths of life. I don't regret anything about George Sand; her very frailties were the result of her good qualities. She was impatient of the goody-good; she wanted something freer." Yet another favourite chapter of his in 'Consuelo' was the one where Hayden and Consuelo, having set forth on their travels, she disguised as a boy, come to the canon's garden by moonlight, and there, beneath his window among the flowers and the cool dew, pout forth sweet music鈥擟onsuelo singing in her rich pure contralto voice, and Hadyn skillfully accompanying her with his violin. They are both tired and belated; it is with them a question of no song, no supper. They hope by the former to touch the heart of the canon, and in this they succeed, for he invites them in, giving them supper and a night's lodging.
This is a spectacular book for me but maybe no one else anywhere will read with great pleasure 816 pages of lively adventures of an 18th century opera singer! She has a wonderfully independent, modest and gracious temperament, and wanders from Venice through a gothic Bohemia to the Vienna of Maria Theresa on her path. Historical musicians and other artists appear as characters, e.g. Haydn, Porpora, Metastasio. Highly recommended to fans of 19th century nnovels!
I can't remember what made me pick up this mammoth of a book. Maybe George Sand was mentioned in my French lessons as a teenager and subconsciously made me choose it. And I don't regret it, even after taking me a month to finish and putting it down several times to read other books.
It is a delightful book. Full of interesting events, ranging from the scandals and maliciousness of the opera world to the consequences of war, passing through the supernatural. It a tour of Europe and it's different peoples and usages. All all this done with easy and with amazing characters.
Consuelo is a wonderful character. She is quite stereotypical in the sense that every man she meets falls head over heels in love with her, and as every heroine she is so goodhearted that even Christ has a problem keeping up with her. But on the other hand she is exceptional because she dresses as a man (reflecting what George Sand herself did), is an emancipated woman earning her own living, not actively searching for a husband and not fainting every five minutes.
What probably stops me giving it 5 stars is that I am not overly interested in classical music, that I read in French (don't ask why: moment of transitory madness) and the Count. I find him deeply annoying. If he had stayed as mad as when we first find him I probably would have understood him dying in the end and he would have cut a romantic character. As he stands he is rather pathetic, the completely antithesis of Consuelo. Why would she consider giving up her career for him?
Consuelo along with La Comtesse de Rudolstadt are among my favourite nineteen century novels. It's George Sand's masterpiece and bizarrely they were the books she wrote in the worst of times, always on the run, always on deadline. Writing in the dead of night, after all the visitors were asleep, sitting in her little cupboard, writing, writing until 4 am, sending the pages barely edited to Paris from Nohant to be published in the paper. Consuelo started out as a novel about music, opera and Venice. It gives the reader a wonderful view of the time, the people who had power and how a diva was made. But it went sideways because Sand needed money, because she was an amazingly curious writer and she became enamoured with Bohemia, its history, its legends. And Consuelo took a turn for the gothic and dramatic with her lead character on the road with a very young Haydn finding refuge in a very mysterious castle.
There's a star cross love story, a dramatic ending, a wonderful, wonderful female lead, a mysterious, gothic lead male character full of angst, music, mysticism all mixed to form an operatic kinda novel.
This one was my favorite during years of adolescence. I love how she follows him into the grotto and how he catches her singing and then feverishly trying to jump out the window. I skipped a lot of the historical Chech ruminatings that he was so obsessed on. Still think its one of the most powerful love stories with lots of interesting plot twists. I love her character - so passive, yet so determined and strong. All the family members in the castle were very endearing, especially in that they came around in the end. The sequel was too weird, masons and all, not nearly as good as this book.
This book starts as a "nouvelle venitienne" where Consuelo is good to singing. After that, the author changes the scenery to a castle in Boheme, then to Vienna (at the relevant time when Haydn debuted) and then to Berlin under the reign of Frederic.
This huge book was written as a serial book and sometimes we loose track on the main story.
Not everyone can dare to read a 800-pages long novel about a singer from the 18th century. But since I have a special predilection towards historical books (especially those about the middle Ages), I couldn't leave this book unread. The novel is very absorbing and addictive; especially the second part of the novel stunned me with the veracity and vivid descriptions of the sensual and sensitive worlds of the characters. Even if the book doesn't have a strong moralistic aspect or special genius in it, it still made me a better person thanks to its light, honest, pure, and rightful characters.
I look forward to reading the continuation in Sand's next novel.
I tried very hard to find a reason why I should give this book at least 3 stars, but unfortunately it did not happen. I never thought I would dislike a novel just because it was too long; I always felt that length was a very superficial and silly reason to base a judgement on a book, and I never understood readers who complained about it. Now I can see that so far I have been fortunate enough to meet only greatly written tomes, where you don't even notice how long they are while reading them. This is not the case with Consuelo by George Sand.
This book - perhaps following the era's hip tradition - is practically an essay novel; the story itself is almost merely a reason for Sand to write (really) long passages on the meaning of art, religion, history, whatnot. These parts usually manifest themselves as lengthy monologues by one of the characters (generally one of the main ones), and they go on and on and on for multiple pages. Quite often they enunciate these extensive essays out of nowhere, with no connection to the story and the events whatsoever, frequently interrupting the narrative. (At one point, we, the readers have to crawl through a gazillion pages of the history of the Hussite movement and the Bohemian Reformation, and in the end the 'presenter' asks his listener, the heroine, 'I hope I haven't bored you too much'; at which point I started to scream, 'Oh, yes, you son-of-a-b...., you have, you have!') Added to this, the actual content of these parts, the thoughts and ideas they convey are very dated and incredibly naive (naive as in 'silly').
If all this weren't enough to throw the book down, George Sand's writing style would surely make you do so. Her bombastic rants are essentially unbearable to read through without rolling your eyes or laughing out loudly (and not with delight, let me assure you). To say that she is melodramatically sentimental, is a strong, strong understatement.
That said, the story itself would not be too bad (hence my 2 stars and not just one), and in spite of the completely idiotic and silly heroine you do want to know (up to a certain point) what is happening to her and her environment; but in order to learn that you need to chew down 800+ exhausting, tedious and tiresome pages. If an editor cut out at least third (or more) of the novel, and just leave the story line, this book would be a decent read. In this form though, it is on its well-deserved way to become a forgotten classic.
Read this first time when i was 11 or 12, i think. Re-read it now and still think it is good. In many ways it written so lovely, it is very naive sometimes and the characters are so oblivious to the world's darker side. Lovely read.
Sna啪铆m si urovnat my拧lenky. Bol铆 m臎 hlava. Jsem zahlcena dojmy. Tak se to pokus铆m vz铆t od za膷谩tku.
膶谩st p艡铆b臎hu, kter媒 se odehr谩val v Ben谩tk谩ch, nejsp铆拧e zap暖sobil na mou romantickou du拧enku. Zamilovala jsem si jej a p艡esto啪e tu拧铆m, 啪e je to pr谩v臎 naopak, pova啪uju tu 膷谩st, z m茅ho pohledu, za nejpoveden臎j拧铆. Anzoletto byl jednodu拧e postava, kter谩 m臎la n臎co do sebe a i mistr Porpora se mi tam zd谩l "milej拧铆". Snad jen Consuela mi nesed臎la, byla zak艡iknut谩, nebo sp铆拧e a啪 moc d暖v臎艡iv谩, jako d铆t臎. A mo啪n谩 啪e ta jej铆 nevinnost a naprost谩 absence sobeckosti spole膷n臎 s u拧l谩pnutou pokorou ud臎lalo z t茅 膷谩sti takov媒 sladkoboln媒 煤sek.
P艡铆b臎h se pak p艡elil do jin茅 膷谩sti. Z po膷谩rku jsem si myslela, 啪e automaticky, nijak drasticky 膷i "k艡iklav臎". Te膹 s odstupoem se mi to zd谩 trochu raz铆c铆, av拧ak... takov茅 p艡铆b臎hy maj铆 b媒t, ne? P艡ekvapiv茅. :) Skoro je mi l铆to 艡铆ct, 啪e se mi ta 膷铆st moc nel铆bila. Byla znovu perfektn臎 propracovan谩, av拧ak tro拧ku mimo mou ligu. Prob铆rala se tam t茅mata, kter媒m ani nem暖啪u porozum臎t. Av拧ak... av拧ak p艡e膷etla jsem to a zas 'tolik' se nenudila. A to se mi bohu啪el dost 膷asto u star拧铆ch knih st谩v谩. To je tak茅 fakt, kter媒 by nem臎l z暖stat opomenut媒. Na dobu, kdy byla kniha napsan谩, je to ur膷it臎 obdivuhodn媒 p艡铆b臎h. Nejsem si jist谩, kdy za膷ala 啪ensk谩 emancipace a kdy se za膷ali uzn谩vat "voln臎j拧铆 vztahy", ale tu拧铆m, 啪e v t茅 dob臎 to zas tolik "podporovan茅" nebylo.
Posledn铆 etapa knihy (mo啪n谩 by se dala rozd臎lit na dv臎), podobn臎j拧铆 prvn铆, m臎 u啪 sp铆拧e unavovala. P艡esto jsem trp臎liv臎 a nedo膷kav臎 ub铆hala ke konci. Mo啪n谩 m臎 zklamal. Asi jsem 膷ekala n臎co jin茅ho. (A asi je mi z n臎j smutno. Mo啪n谩 jsem st谩le je拧t臎 v 拧oku, proto啪e zbytek 'm臎' st谩le dob铆h谩, zanech谩n v polovin臎 kni啪ky, kdy啪 jsem tak ho艡e膷nat臎 sp臎chala ke konci.. :):
Kniha se 膷etla dob艡e, byla p臎kn谩, postavy byly jednodu拧e perfektn铆. "Ne膷ekan臎" na m臎 zap暖sobil nejv铆ce Anzoletto, byl opravdu z谩艡iv谩 postava, kterou v谩s Sandov谩 donutila si zamilovat a pot茅 j铆 za膷铆t opovrhovat. Chjo. Popravd臎, dnes nezn谩m 啪谩dn茅ho 膷lov臎ka podobn茅ho Consuele v prvn铆, druh茅 i t艡et铆 膷谩sti knihy. Osobn臎 ur膷it臎 ne. A mo啪n谩 to j铆 dod谩v谩 tu tajemnost, to j铆 dodalo to 'v铆ce', d铆ky kter茅mu m臎 p艡铆b臎h strhl. Jsem opravdu r谩da, 啪e jsem na knihu narazila. :) (Asi u啪 v铆m, pro膷 m臎 tak bol铆 hlava. N臎kdy Sandov谩 psala moc slo啪it谩 a zdlouhav谩 souv臎t铆. D臎kuju p臎kn臎.)
It is as good as a classical literature can be, in the way it is good. When judging the books like that you should mention a few points and remember that the mentality and the purpose of writing differed from today's.
So I would say that I liked this book, I gave 5 stars to it because it shows the problems of women, their life and, moreover, from the point of view of a singer, a girl with casual appearance but perfect voice.
I liked the plot and the main character, but I am not sure if I want to read it once again. Not because the book was bad, but because it is the book to-be red but not to be re-read, at least for me.
Simply brilliant. In Consuelo, Sand examines the relationship between music, religious fervor, love, and insanity, among other things, whilst tossing in numerous fascinating historical figures from the 18th century. And even at the end of 800 pages, you feel as though you could keep on reading the young Porporina's adventures for another 10,000 pages. Thankfully there's a sequel!
I have no recollection what prompted me to pick up this behemoth, which one would be tempted to call overly florid and verbose if it didn't kick so much ass. A complex story, well-developed characters, plenty of romance and intrigue鈥攊t all makes for a marvelously enjoyable read.
Les premiers chapitres sont geniaux mais quelque part au milieu du livre l'histoire est devenue bizarre. C'est dommage car le style d'ecriture est magnifique.
Un bien long roman qui m锚le la vie, les rumeurs et les coulisses hypocrites du monde de la musique ; une rencontre au carrefour du gothique et du religieux ; des m茅saventures lors d鈥檜n voyage d茅guis茅e en homme.
Si les parties tr猫s port茅es sur la religion m鈥檕nt moins int茅ress茅e, j鈥檃i beaucoup aim茅 le reste. C鈥檈st un roman cons茅quent mais subdivis茅 en plusieurs 芦听arcs听禄, chacun ayant ses personnages, ses secrets, ses mouvements de pouvoir et d鈥檕bstacles 脿 surmonter pour notre h茅ro茂ne. J鈥檃i appr茅ci茅 voir le d茅veloppement de Consuelo, sa capacit茅 脿 garder son int茅grit茅 tout en 茅tant intelligente et ind茅pendante. Sa rencontre avec Joseph Haydn et leurs m茅saventures jusqu鈥櫭� Vienne sont g茅niales 脿 lire. C鈥檈st 脿 ce moment-l脿 que Consuelo se r茅v猫le ing茅nieuse et approche au plus pr猫s d鈥檜ne v茅ritable ind茅pendance. Parce que malheureusement, une femme 脿 cette 茅poque est la plus libre lorsqu鈥檈lle devient veuve ou lorsqu鈥檈lle se d茅guise en homme鈥�
Toujours aussi heureuse de d茅couvrir toute l鈥櫯搖vre de George Sand, je continuerai 脿 lire chacun de ces livres. Je suis d鈥檃illeurs surprise (et triste) que les 艙uvres de cette autrice ne soient pas tant lues dans la booktube/bookstagram sph猫res鈥�
Oh ! Attention par contre aux remarques antis茅mites et racistes de notre bien-aim茅e George Sand鈥�
Es izlas墨ju tikai pirmo gr膩matu (no div膩m). Otro vismaz pagaid膩m nelas墨拧u. Laba valoda (labs tulkojums), v膿sturiskais fons, izteiksm墨gi t膿li, bet kopum膩 viss velkas tik l膿ni un smagn膿ji, ka man bija gr奴ti notur膿t uzman墨bu. Laikam esmu p膩r膩k moderns cilv膿ks, kuram vajag dinamisk膩ku virz墨bu, ne tik lielus apcer膿jumus, kuriem princip膩 nebija lielas noz墨mes, tik vien, k膩 iejusties atmosf膿r膩. Bet t膩 jau nov膿rt膿ju autores lielo darbu.
Couldn't put it down. I wish I could have found an edition with fewer typos/errors in translation (the paperback I read was not the edition pictured here with the red cover), but enjoyed it immensely. The characters leap off the page, and now I guess I have to track down the sequel!
Ce fut une belle lecture. Consuelo est une jeune v茅nitienne, orpheline, d'origine gitane, cantatrice comme le monde n'en a pas entendu jusque l脿. Elle repr茅sente l'ART et la VERTU en lettres majuscules. Guid茅e par le beau, le bon et le vrai, elle se fraie un chemin 脿 elle alors qu'elle c么toie de grands artistes, des t锚tes couronn茅es, des m茅chants, des ambitieux. Elle est parfois exasp茅rante de bont茅, mais c'est le seul personnage qui porte 脿 certains moments du doute, des conflits int茅rieurs notamment par rapport 脿 sa vie amoureuse et 脿 sa vie professionnelle. Les autres personnages , beaucoup moins nuanc茅s, me rappelaient les personnages de conte, tout blancs, ou noirs. La plupart sont embourb茅s dans des enjeux narcissiques qui me les ont rendus antipathiques. Que dire de l'intrigue sans trop en d茅voiler? Consuelo doit fuir Venise et est confi茅e par son ma卯tre de musique 脿 une noble famille allemande. Albert, le fils est plut么t illumin茅. Il entretient un rapport obsessionnel avec des esprits de leaders religieux qui ont men茅 脿 un schisme, une rupture avec le catholicisme. Bien s没r, il tombe amoureux de Consuelo...Cette derni猫re quitte le ch芒teau et part rejoindre son ma卯tre 脿 Vienne o霉 elle croit pouvoir r茅fl茅chir tranquillement 脿 la relation qu'elle souhaite 茅tablir avec Albert. Oh! Illusion... Les lieux du roman sont 茅galement int茅ressants: la Venise de la romance, de la chaleur et de la l茅g猫ret茅, le sombre du ch芒teau allemand et les cavernes qui refl猫tent bien les enjeux mystiques d'Albert, la route qui m猫ne 脿 Vienne, territoire de bien des dangers, et finalement Vienne, ville de repr茅sentations qui introduit la question du vrai et du faux. George Sand 茅crit de mani猫re vive, alerte, ce qui convient bien 脿 la publication en feuilleton de la publication originale. Elle pars猫me le texte d'adresses 脿 ses lectrices qui sont charmantes, parfois franchement dr么les. Elle se permet une critique int茅ressante de la religion, des milieux artistiques, de la condition f茅minine, de l'organisation du pouvoir dans la vie civile. La fin est d茅cevante, plut么t mi猫vre.
I can't believe that i managed to finish this book. After each 100 pages i thought that maybe now something interesting would happen... but no, it wouldn't. Maybe i started to read it with wrong expectations in the first place: i thought that a woman with such complicated and diverse love life as George Sand would reflect her life and thoughts in this book. Instead the main character is too virtuous, any thing she does or says is very pious and never negative (do this kind of people even exist?) And all other characters are too simple, too: bad people are always bad and jealous, and never think a single nice thought. Every man falls for the main character, each time she sings she sings better than ever before, and never fails... So plain.
The author describes some real people such as kings and musicians who live during the time in which the plot is set (17th century). But each time she introduces these characters it feels a bit irrelevant and boring.
And there are serious parts which are supposed to be about "meaning of life". But these are so chaotic and mixed with the history, mystery, religion that the whole thing doesn't make any sense.
The only not-banal thing about Consuelo is that she is a feminist: she doesn't look for a rich husband to support her in life. At the same time, she is not eager to build a successful career as well (obviously because she is too virtuous for the dirty artistic world). She doesn't care about money at all, in a emphatic manner, so it is a mystery how she manages to be fed and dressed nicely during the whole book.
The translation I read this in was quite dated and I think some bits might have been censored, but it is a powerful novel all the same, with its portrayal of a young girl born in poverty who makes her fortune by becoming a singer.
Music, mysteries and love. For me this story equals to Gone with the Wind - complicated love story, a fantasy set in historic events. Epic! If you love history and believable mysteries, and haven' t read this - well worth reading! Plus it qualifies as classic ;)