"To compensate a little for the treachery and weakness of my memory, so extreme that it has happened to me more than once to pick up again, as recent and unknown to me, books which I had read carefully a few years before . . . I have adopted the habit for some time now of adding at the end of each book . . . the time I finished reading it and the judgment I have derived of it as a whole, so that this may represent to me at least the sense and general idea I had conceived of the author in reading it." (Montaigne, Book II, Essay 10 (publ. 1580))

Wednesday, August 26, 2009

Lost Illusions (Honore de Balzac, 1837-1843)

Like Cousin Bette, this is part of the large group of novels in Balzac's The Human Comedy. Lucien Chardon has some talent and wants to make it big in Paris. So he leaves the provinces, with Mme de Bargeton (a leading light in the provincial town), who quickly dumps him. Chardon falls in with a group of hard-working artistic types, but leaves them behind to pursue tabloid journalism.

Chardon's sister (Eve) marries David Sechard, who was always in trouble at the hands of his scheming competitors in the printing business, the Cointet brothers. Funny passages about David's skinflint father.

Balzac see us - and can write about it - so always worthwhile. He was around the printing business and also was an attorney, so gives lots of detail in both fields. He clearly looked down on the journalists. If his version is accurate, there wasn't much of what we think of as "journalistic ethics." (Not that this would distinguish all that much from today's environment.) Interesting to read about how favorable press notices for plays or books were bought and sold.

Lucien Chardon reminded me a bit of Julian Sorel.

Wednesday, August 19, 2009

The Custom of the Country (Edith Wharton, 1913)

Last of a group of full-length Wharton novels in a "Library of America" compilation. This novel was really quite good, but I didn't like it as much as the other three. Perhaps because the central character (beautiful and vacuous Undine Spragg) and several of the other main characters just weren't very likable. (Which no doubt was the author's intent.)

I was reading this at the gym concurrently with reading Balzac's Lost Illusions at the house, and there were quite a few similarities. Ralph Marvell reminded me of Lucien Chardon in a backwards sort of way. In both books, folks were trying to penetrate societal classes to which they didn't belong. Both stories were quite focused on business dealings, though Wharton could never match Balzac in that arena.