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The Charterhouse of Parma (1839) is a compelling novel of passion and daring, of prisons and heroic escape, of political chicanery and sublime personal courage. Set at the beginning of the nineteenth century, amidst the golden landscapes of northern Italy, it traces the joyous but ill-starredamorous exploits of a handsome young aristocrat called Fabrice del Dongo, and of his incomparable aunt Gina, her suitor Prime Minister Mosca, and Clelia, a heroine of ethereal beauty and earthly passion.These characters are rendered unforgettable by Stendhal's remarkable gift for psychological insight. `Never before have the hearts of princes, ministers, courtiers, and women been depicted like this,' wrote Honore de Balzac. `Stendhal's tableau has the dimensions of a fresco but the precision ofthe Dutch masters.'The great achievement of The Charterhouse of Parma is to conjure up the excitement and romance of youth while never losing sight of the harsh realities which beset the pursuit of happiness, nor the humour and patient irony with which these must be viewed. This new translation captures Stendhal'snarrative verve, while the Introduction explores the novel's reception and the reasons for its enduring popularity and power.… (more)
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On America:
“From all such matters, the moral can be drawn that the man who approaches a Court compromises his happiness, if he is happy, and in any case risks making his future depend on the intrigues of some chambermaid.
On the other hand, in America, in the Republic, one must waste a whole day in paying serious court to the shopkeepers in the streets, and must become as stupid as they are; and over there, no opera.”
On democracy:
“The love of liberty, the fashion and the cult of the happiness of the greatest number, by which the nineteenth century was so taken, was in the Prince’s eyes merely another heresy which would pass like the rest, but after having slain many souls, just as the plague while it reigns in any one region slays many bodies.”
On love:
“Among all the relationships chance has bestowed upon me at Novara or in Naples, have I ever met a woman whose presence, even in the first days, I preferred to a ride on a fine new horse? Is what the call love,” he added, “only one more lie? Doubtless I love the way I have a good appetite at six o’clock! And could it be this rather vulgar propensity which our liars have made into Othello’s jealousy and Tancred’s passion? Or must I assume I am constituted differently from other men?”
On the present day (which always seems to be at its worst regardless of when something was written):
“Unfortunately, a gentleman can become neither a physician nor a lawyer, and the age belongs to lawyers.”
On the transience of life, and enjoying life:
“The imagination is stirred by the distant sound of the bell in some little hamlet hidden under the trees: such sounds, borne over the waves that sweeten them, assume a tinge of gentle melancholy and resignation, they seem to be telling man: life is fleeting, do not be so hard on the happiness which offers itself to you, make haste to enjoy it!”
I think it is very much a writer's novel. There is some great material here, some passages (like the Waterloo chapters or the confrontation between Gina and the Prince) you will want to go back to over and over again, but there's also a lot of mess. You can see that it was a book written in a hurry: just like some of Scott's novels, there are passages where the pacing gets completely out of control, there are obvious afterthoughts, important characters who appear for the first time in the last twenty or thirty pages, and a scattering of minor inconsistencies and anachronisms in the text.
There is a tremendously French cynicism in Stendhal's world-view: the sympathetic characters are all amoral schemers of one sort or another, distinguished from the unsympathetic characters mainly in being less principled and more intelligent. No-one in this novel feels guilty for a moment about adultery or murder, and even less so about betraying family members, political principles, or the government they are members of. Even the innocent young romantic heroine is able to reconcile an adulterous relationship with her conscience by reasoning that she has merely promised not to see her lover (they only meet in the dark, so that's all right...).
A decade before 1848, Stendhal has no hesitation in telling us that absolutism and petty princes have had their day, but he doesn't hold out much hope for what will replace them. American republicanism is too dull for his taste, and the Italian liberals who appear in the story are either hypocrites or fools.
The story ebbs and flows. The beginning, with Fabrizio running off to fight at Waterloo, is excellent; but then there are passages where the story grinds to a halt, such as during Fabrizio's imprisonment.
As a whole, a decent novel and an enjoyable one, but I can't help shake the feeling that it's a bit lightweight.
Stendahl’s The Red and the Black has long been one of my favorite 19th century novels. How I had not read The Charterhouse of Parma
At first, I felt some confusion over titles. Some were in French, some in Italian, and some in English. Only once did Stendahl explain names and relationships, and then refer only to these characters by their titles. About half way through, I began to become accustomed to this habit, and I sailed through the rest of this 500+ page story.
The notes in the preface tell us that Stendahl wrote this novel in an amazing 53 days. He kept a journal of his progress, noting each day how many pages he had written. The story has a certain level of complication, but no careful reader will fall of the sled more than a time or two.
Another thing that puzzled me involved money. Francs, livrés, écus, and sequins were flying all over the place – sometimes in the same sentence – and I could not grasp the relative values of these denominations. A trip to my faithful friend an companion, the dictionary, did not help, since it only offered dates, precious metals, and countries that had issued these coins.
Nevertheless, the 19th century represents my old comfortable chair that I return to again and again. It gets more comfortable with each visit. The ending came as a pretty nice surprise, even though Stendahl did tie up all the loose ends in about 16 pages. 4-1/2 stars.
--Jim, 6/20/09
The book could be classified under different genres: love story, Bildungsroman, political satire, adventure. What keeps the story going is mainly the utter naivity of Fabrice. In the first pages he tries to join Napoleons army but almost fails to participate in the fatal battle of Waterloo. After that his main concern is finding out if, in the eyes of the world, he did participate. The book is filled with plotting and scheming characters, but although Fabrice also learns how to have his way he remains utterly simple. In a certain way, Fabrice is a brother of Hašeks good soldier Svejk.
Another remarkable aspect of the book is the style. Stendhal didn't write the book himself, he dictated it to assistants while he was making up the story, giving a sometimes confused but often very lively presentation, comparable to Laurence Sterne and, again, Jaroslav Hašek. There seems to have been very little editing: occasionally there are repetitions, as if Stendhal is trying to remember where the story stood, there are a lot of loose ends, and in the last few chapters digressions are cut off (ostensively so as not to bore the reader) with even a complete three year gap followed by an extremely, almost undecently fast ending.
Even though I finished it, I didn't really like The Charterhouse of Parma. The wandering style, so brilliantly used by Sterne, loses its charm after a few hundred pages. The characters, though sometimes brilliantly painted with a single stroke, remain one-dimensional and their emotions all too theatrical for a modern reader -- a problem I also had with Stendhals other classic, The Red and the Black. Still, from time to time there are small literary gems that almost make it worth the effort. Almost.
Green Hills of Africa, pg. 71
"Until I read the Chartreuse de Parme by Stendhal I had never read of war as it was
A Moveable Feast, pg. 133-134
"Stendhal was a great writer with one good book-- Le Rouge et le Noir-- some fine parts of La Chartreuse de Parme (wonderful) but much of it tripe and the rest junk."
Letter to Paul Romaine, 1932
Selected Letters, pg. 366
A fascinating exploration of what motivates people and how they act. The plot is held together by the stories of a brilliant, activist Duchess and her impetuous nephew, but includes many main characters. The author doesn't lead us to sympathize with any of them or choose one to root for--all pay the psychological price for their choices.
Early in the book, the plot turns to a long episode where the Fabrizio, the nephew, goes to France, hoping to fight for his hero, Napolean, who had earlier brought a short period of liberation from the autocracy, the Church, and Austrian influence. On his way, Fabrizio stumbles upon the battle at Waterloo. Stendhal's description of the confusion felt by an individual soldier during a battle is at least as good as Tolstoy's description of the Battle of Borodino in "War and Peace".
Amazing writing.
The politics are one part Machiavelli, but with the Prince occasionally restrained with the worry about how he will be depicted in the Paris newspapers. And the love triangle is borderline absurd, but it is compelling and moving nonetheless.
The essence of Stendhal's attitude in writing the book is best captured by this relatively rare piece of narrative commentary:
"But the reader may be somewhat weary of all these procedural details, no less than of all these court intrigues. From which one may draw this moral: that the man who comes near a court compromises his happiness, if he is happy, and in every case, makes his future depend on the intrigues of a chambermaid. On the other hand, in a republic like America you have to suffer the tedium of fawning upon the common shopkeepers all day long and becoming as stupid as they are; and over there, thereês no opera."
The politics are one part Machiavelli, but with the Prince occasionally restrained with the worry about how he will be depicted in the Paris newspapers. And the love triangle is borderline absurd, but it is compelling and moving nonetheless.
The essence of Stendhal's attitude in writing the book is best captured by this relatively rare piece of narrative commentary:
"But the reader may be somewhat weary of all these procedural details, no less than of all these court intrigues. From which one may draw this moral: that the man who comes near a court compromises his happiness, if he is happy, and in every case, makes his future depend on the intrigues of a chambermaid. On the other hand, in a republic like America you have to suffer the tedium of fawning upon the common shopkeepers all day long and becoming as stupid as they are; and over there, there’s no opera."
Swashbuckling, romance, adventure and humor made for a fun read!
It was also quite an indictment of the Italian political system in the first half of the 19th Century.
I enjoyed this, not only for
The book
Readable but, in my mind, not a classic read. Just my ill-informed opinion.