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And whilst I am, thank goodness, not so impossibly fussy as d’E, I can certainly hear my younger self – or myself as I might be if trapped for too long in the wrong place – in his elitist frustrations “Did he know one man capable of appreciating? These trappings invariably break down around him–they disappoint him, they do not live up agaihst his hopes.
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Against the Grain by J.-K. Huysmans
He then cancels his trip and returns home, convinced that only disillusion would await him if he were to follow through with his plans. I chose this translation by John Howard since the audiobook is available through LibriVox available on-line, free-of-charge. Some might argue that the theme is the gross emptiness of decadence, but I don’t think the work’s thee repetition does very much to explore it. It was a masterpiece of articiality.
Unsurprisingly, Des Essientes expends much enthusiasm on aggainst few writers whose incidental prose exceeds their overall literary vision, and this may be the case here.
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April 8, at 7: In the last lines of the book, he compares graain return to human society to that of a non-believer trying to embrace religion. He may be as easy to hate and be disgusted with as easily as he hates and is disgusted with everything beyond his luxuriously painted and perfumed bower, but he does have some measure of taste that one cannot help but take note of, and perhaps even sympathize with.
I can’t fault Huysmans, though, for the gran patience and diligence it must have taken to write such huysnans book in rgain unbelievable detail.
The Legend of the Decadents. These two pictures of Salome, for which Des Esseintes’ admiration was boundless, he had hung on the walls of his study on special panels between the bookshelves, garin that they might live under his eyes.
I could have just written a short account of how much I enjoyed reading the book, especially the art and literature sections, but I always like to find a unique angle againsst the books I review, I like to find something to tthe, or at least a way to say it, that may not have been thought of before, impossible as that may seem.
Refresh and try again. Rather suits this book in fact. It is a novel for people who like talking about novels — the plot itself is slim and of little importance. The huysmaans head blazes, bleeding constantly, clots of sombre purple on the ends of the beard and hair.
He is an incredible aesthete, thoroughly well-read and schooled in the arts and fashion. Clearly, artificiality is neither the problem nor the solution, but a mere cover-up for the real issues.
This is one of those books that you will either love or hate, and whatever reason you would have for either reaction I would completely understand and accept as valid. A fervent Calvinist, a stubborn sectarian, unbalanced by prayers and hymns, he wrote religious poetry which he illustrated, paraphrased the psalms in verse, lost himself in the reading of the Bible from which he emerged haggard and frenzied, his brain haunted by monstrous subjects, his mouth twisted by the maledictions of the Reformation and by its songs of terror and hate.
The shadows were dispersed as though by an enchantment. Des Husmans is an eccentric, a decadent, a misanthrope, and an aesthete, who is also obsessed with death and decay. Far from condemning this trend, des Esseintes sees in it a source of ineffable charm.
And I am so so glad I didn’t read this book in my teens.
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Now, where did I leave those liquor truffles! These rooms, whose windows looked out on the Aunay Valley, composed one of the sides of the dwelling.
Maybe some people will find des Esseintes funny. One could gaze at them for hours without experiencing any sense of weariness.
He considered the crabbed expressions of some, grai. Not only does he fail to see this, but his very obsession is like the turtle killing him. His journey started as a child: I am not sure it’s worth trying to analyse him scientifically because he’s a symbol not a case study: I have resolved to spend it reflecting on it. Her eyes dilate, her hands clasp her neck in a convulsive clutch.
Towards the end, Des E proclaims, “I am certainly on the road to recovery. I’m thinking about that Russian protagonist who wouldn’t get up out bed, the name will come back to me at some point, probably in the middle of the night. He resolves to withdraw to a specially designed house in the country where he will live a life of contemplation, as far removed from reality as he can arrange.
Joris-Karl Huysmans, who no doubt has a great pedigree for writing, does take the reader to far off places in the mind, there are episodes which are so arrestingly parabolic that they stand out when looking back avainst the text.
It was coated with a layer of bronze green on which glanced silver reflections. Huysmans’ work expresses a disgust with modern life and a deep pessimism, which led the author first to the philosophy of Arthur Schopenhauer then to the teachings of the Catholic Church.
In addition to this series of the works of Redon which adorned nearly every panel of the passage, he had hung a disturbing sketch by El Greco in huyskans bedroom. The protagonist of the book reminds me of those saints who debauched in their youth and then rejected their former lives to live in a kind of rarefied and refined world of ideas and artifice.
For the second instance, — and now that he wished to put behind him the irritating memories of his past life, this was the only possible expedient — he was compelled to design a room that would be like a monastic cell.
Our editors will review what huysmahs submitted, and if it huysmand our criteria, we’ll add it to the article. As for the cold pavement of the cell, he was able to copy it, by means of a bit of rug designed in red squares, with whitish spots in the weave to imitate the wear of sandals and the friction of boots.
No experience is too perverse for him and he seeks out every extreme. Here, an enormous die in which a sad eye winked; there, dry and arid landscapes, dusty plains, shifting ground, volcanic upheavals catching rebellious clouds, stagnant and livid skies. Unchecked indulgence only deepens his malaisehowever, prompting his doctor to order him back to Paris. Lord Byron, British Romantic poet and satirist whose poetry and personality captured the imagination….
However this may be, an irresistible fascination emanated from this painting; but the water-color entitled The Apparition was perhaps even more disturbing.