April 2022 Wrap-Up

April turned out to be a very good reading and blogging month, due to the health issues I discussed in a March post that are being addressed. My left foot is permanently damaged and I have to walk with a cane, but the pain has diminished greatly with a foot binder and I can walk very well. This is a big relief. I am hoping to try trail walking soon. I finished the skin cancer protocol and after a wait of three months (end of June) I will see if the treatment worked or if I’ll need surgery. My scoliosis will be addressed in October. Thank you for all the words of support and encouragement. I think I am turning the corner in accepting the things I have to live with and the new ways to incorporate some slowing down in my life.

I started April off with the John Steinbeck novel, Cannery Row. Short, but wonderfully character driven, I hope to read the sequel soon.

Zoladdiction gave me reason to take down Pot Luck from my shelf and I was kind of obsessed with it. I may have to read another Zola before next April.

April’s installment of the Narniathon continued with The Horse and his Boy on the calmgrove website. Such wide ranging thoughts on this book in the comment section. I found much to enjoy and ponder in this, my second reading.

Spring struck me abruptly and I couldn’t help but go to Abbie Graham for some deep words of wisdom.

My cynicism of Earth Day ended up with a challenge to myself to find an action to take.

My tentative reading plans for May include:

The Poor Little Rich Girl, by Eleanor Gates that I should have finished by April 30th for the Classics Club Spin. Oops….

An Old-Fashioned Girl, by Louisa May Alcott. I have not read anything by LMA since Little Women several years ago.

Edith Wharton. Not certain which title, but I am about half way through her published work.

I hope to finish Dawn Light: Dancing with Cranes and Other Ways to Start the Day, by Diane Ackerman. Early morning and the stirring of life has become a magical time for me. Ackerman is a poet with how she writes about dawn.

Dara Horn’s, People Love Dead Jews: Reports from a Haunted Present has such a grabbing title. She asserts, “Jews are “loathed in life, and loved only when they are safely dead.” This is so provocative, but believable to me. I have to see where she goes with this.

This is all I know for now. I have more books I am eager to try from my library trip at the weekend.

Snowy Egret at the Santa Ana River Photo by Laurie Welch

May has always seemed a little emotionally unpredictable to me. It’s a little Spring, but not quite Summer. In school years it was the end before the beginning, we just wanted it to be over! So there is an energy, but it’s not very stable. Who knows where the month will take us? Wherever, I hope it’s a good, healthy and satisfying one for All!

Pot Luck (Pot-Bouille) Émile Zola (1882) #zoladdiction22

There were two great cracks running right through the paneling on the ceiling, and in one corner the paint had peeled off and was showing the plaster. “You see, these kinds of houses are built for effect. The walls, though, aren’t very solid. The house was only built twelve years ago, and they’re already cracking. They build the frontage of very fine stone, with all sorts of sculpture, give the staircase three coats of varnish, and touch up the rooms with gilt and paint; that’s what impresses people and inspires respect. But it’s still solid enough! It’ll last as long as we will.”

Pot Luck or Pot Bouille is the 10th (in order of publication) of Émile Zola’s Rougon-Macquart cycle, although it works fine as a stand-alone novel. The narrative is fast paced with a large cast of characters. The action takes place in late 19th century Paris mainly in a newly constructed apartment building. This translated title is different from and not as fitting as some others-Restless House, and Piping Hot-are more appropriate.

The occupants are professional men and their families trying to keep up a veneer of respectability, though reality reveals the sordid opposite. The corruption centers on their amorous relationships either how to get one, how to get rid of one, how to make sure your daughter has a decent one and how to hide your adulterous affair from your spouse and the neighbors even though everyone already knows not only who you are seeing, but the schedule of your liaisons. Even the maids and cooks have improper relationships of their own, often within the building with a member of one of the “respectable families.”

Most of the book is told through the life of Octave Mouret who has come to Paris to seek his fortune and find love among the millions and is the newest resident of the apartment on the Rue de Choiseul. He’s assumed an easy go of it with the ladies, but is rebuffed more than once. When he finally marries it is with the idea that it is a business arrangement with the widow of the owner of the shop called, the Ladies’ Paradise, where he has been assisting. Throughout the book scandal after scandal has erupted throughout the Rue de Choiseul and shaken the building to its foundation, yet at the end, through attempted suicides, unwanted pregnancies, deaths, births and marriages the apartment building is still standing and will go on hiding the residents’ secrets within its crumbling walls until it presumably, literally and figuratively, can no longer stand.

I very much enjoyed this book, even though I didn’t find one likeable character or see compassion in anyone’s story. This is an expose of a society that flaunts honesty and decorum as shown through the conscious actions and awareness of a specific group of people. Every character acts on their most base, greedy and narcissistic impulse, even the ones who fain ignorance. Yet, they are all human beings living in a world that almost forces one to live corruptly not only to succeed, but to merely exist. And for that it is a page turner if only to see it to the end, wondering what will be learned, what will be overcome and will at least one person claw their way out?!


Thanks to Fanda and her yearly celebration of Émile Zola through her #zoladdiction reading challenge, I was encouraged to pick up a book I’ve had on my shelf for ages. Also, Brona of Brona’s Books wrote an insightful post on Zola that includes some detail about Zola’s purpose for the Rougon-Macquart cycle that I found very helpful.

If you are interested in joining in this year’s Zoladdiction or learning more about it, Fanda’s blog is full of Zola trivia, posts and biographical information.

The priest, utterly overcome, fell to his knees. It seemed as if God was passing over him…tortured by the terrible thought that perhaps he was a bad priest. Oh Lord! Had the hour come when the sores of this festering world would no longer be hidden by the mantle of religion? Was he no longer to help the hypocrisy of his flock, nor always be there, like some master of ceremonies, to regulate its vices and follies? Should he let it all collapse, even at the risk of burying the Church itself in the ruins? Yes, such was his command…and he felt consumed by utter impotence and disgust.

That’s good riddance, sir! We can breathe freely now because, upon my word, it was getting positively disgusting! It’s like a great weight off my back. In a respectable house like this, you see, sir, there shouldn’t any women, least of all working women.

It had always been his dream, ladies who would take him by the hand, and help him on in business. Their images kept returning and mingling in his mind with relentless insistence. He did not know which to choose, as he strove to keep his voice soft and his gestures seductive. Then, suddenly, exhausted, exasperated, he gave way to his brutal inner nature, to the ferocious disdain of women that lay behind his air of amorous devotion.


Title: Pot Luck
Author: Émile Zola
Publisher: Oxford World’s Classics
Date: 1882
Device: Trade Paperback
Pages: 377

Challenges: The Classics Club, Mount TBR, Back to the Classics, #zoladdiction22

Thérèse Raquin, Émile Zola (1867), #ZolAddiction2019

This life of alternating excitement and calm went on for eight months. The lovers lived in perfect bliss. Thérèse was no longer bored, and had nothing left to wish for; Laurent sated, coddled, heavier than ever, had only one fear, that this delectable existence might come to an end.

 

raquinThe premise of Émile Zola’s, Thérèse Raquin is simple: a man and a woman fall in love, but the woman’s husband is hampering their future plans, so they kill him, guilt ensues and they don’t live happily ever after. A rather common premise. But the way Zola tells it as he gets into the minds of Laurent and Thérèse and describes what lives there results in a thrilling narrative of lies, deceit and descent into depravity.

Thérèse was brought to her aunt when she was an infant by her father after her mother died. She grew up with her cousin, Camille, the only child of Madame Raquin. She has brought him up as a weak and sickly boy who she must always have near her. She decided early on that when the two grew up they would marry. Camille fights for some autonomy from his mother at the beginning of his marriage and decides he wants to move to Paris to find a career.

Madame Raquin uses the proceeds from the sale of her home to buy a haberdashery in what turned out to be a dark and dismal throughway in Paris, called Passage du Pont-Neuf, that she and Thérèse can work in to support the little family and to tide them over until Camille finds a job, which he does at the Orleans Railway Company. Thérèse, who at this point, does not seem to have a mind of her own accepts the fate of a life working in a dingy shop and a passionless marriage. Her outlook changes when Camille brings home his co-worker Laurent and he and Thérèse begin a fanatical love affair. In their overwhelming desire to be together, Thérèse and Laurent think murdering Camille will solve their problem.

One day while boating in the Seine Laurent strangles and pushes Camille out of the boat where it is presumed he has died. Laurent haunts the morgue for weeks hoping to find Camille’s body. When it finally shows up, Laurent realizes the sight of the bloated slimy body will always haunt him. For Thérèse, too, the murder of her husband did not have the effect she had hoped for and her nightmares and wracked nerves give her no peace.

Laurent and Thérèse finally marry, but the fervor that characterized the early weeks of their relationship is gone, because both find the presence of Camille filtering into their waking and sleeping life. In fact, they can’t even sleep together as both feel Camille between them in the bed.

The memory of Camille, his presence, his haunting their days and nights, the murder itself has the opposite effect of allowing their relationship to flourish as the shock and guilt of the crime has ruined any chance of a future together.

Laurent must work and Thérèse must tend to the shop, and neither are happy when together. When Laurent quits his job and rents a garret to further his interest in painting he finds no matter the sex or age of the figures he paints, they all take on the features of Camille; even the dogs and cats he paints reflect him. Thérèse, who is stuck in the shop with her mother-in-law can only go through the motions of serving customers.

When Madame Raquin suffers a physically paralyzing stroke Thérèse must take on her care as well as continuing the work in the shop. A second stroke renders her mute. And as the strain and toll of Camille’s murder wears on Laurent and Thérèse, they stop guarding their tongue in front of the old woman making it apparent they killed her son.

Unable to speak, Madame Raquin tries in the company of some friends to accuse the two and in a suspenseful scene struggles laboriously to lift one finger and begins to air-write the names of Laurent and Thérèse in front of her. But her friends think she means to thank them for their care of her. She is devastated that the murderers will go unpunished and that she is powerless to bring Camille justice. On top of her frustration, Thérèse has taken to making lengthy declarations of remorseful pleas of apology while she sits helplessly in her chair.

The telling of the story is riveting because of the way Zola lets the reader in on the thought processes of the characters. We are lead into the nooks and crannies of the minds of Thérèse and Laurent, but not in a heavy-handed manner. This is not a psychological study into what motivates murderers, even though Zola meticulously describes the phases of their mental state after the murder. These phases are quite damaging and wretched to Thérèse and Laurent as individuals as well as how they treat each other. But Zola describes their unfolding insanity as part of the narrative rather than discussing it as a treatise into the ‘mind of a murderer;’ the difference between a police report vs a psychiatric analysis. For me it is a chilling (and very effective) way to tell a story like this, where emotion is described, but not psychoanalyzed.

At first Thérèse is on top of the world after killing Camille. She spends more time out in the world, has an affair with a younger man, sits at cafes meeting people and starts reading novels which give her a window into adult relationships that she did not grow up with. She understands how her friend Suzanne, like the women in these novels, can accept the difficulties of living in a passionless marriage and still be kind to her husband. In other words, these novels showed her, “it was possible to be happy without killing your husband.”

Weeks and months go by proving to Thérèse and Laurent that getting rid of Camille isn’t giving them their hoped for ‘happily ever after.’ Their once demanding and insatiable drive for each other now fills them with a loathing. Murder is the bucket of cold water against desire.

The lovers made no further attempt to see each other alone. They never arranged a single meeting or even exchanged a furtive kiss. For the time being murder had cooled the voluptuous fevers of their flesh, and by killing Camille they had succeeded in slaking the wild and unquenchable desires which they had failed to satisfy even when crushed in each other’s arms. Crime seemed an acute enjoyment that made their embraces boring and sickening.

The slow deterioration of the couple makes it obvious they cannot go on together haunted as they are both mentally and physically by Camille.

As I turned the pages I could not for the life of me figure out how this was all going to end. If Madame Raquin died and the two were left alone together without her as a buffer or confessor, I couldn’t see how they could stay together without going insane. Maybe the ending is obvious to some, but it left me stunned.

Murder, which came to their minds, seemed natural and inevitable, the logical outcome of the murder of Camille. They did not even weigh the pros and cons, but accepted the idea as the only means of salvation.

But who murdered whom and who got the final vindication is yours to discover if you so choose to read the book?!

Personal Thoughts

I read this in conjunction with #ZolAddiction2019 a reading event of the life and work of Émile Zola hosted by Fanda at Klasikfanda. Thérèse Raquin was written early in his career and the matter of fact way he narrates this murder mystery really worked for me. I responded to his simplicity of describing the complicated descent into insanity, instead of creating a more complicated narrative delving into early life experiences, negative parental influences or traumatic events.

Another point I admire is the fairly self-contained space of the action which is mostly in the shop and the living quarters above it. Except for the scenes in Laurent’s garret and the river where Camille is killed, the characters are confined to these two settings. And if murder is a dirty business, Zola makes the setting fit the atmosphere. His depiction of the little shop Madame Raquin bought that Thérèse is supposed to turn into a money-maker is so viscerally descriptive as a prelude for the moral and physical decay of Thérèse’s future, that you know as a reader, things are not going to go well in any aspect of her life.

As Thérèse entered the shop that from now on was to be her home, she felt as though she were going down into a newly-dug grave. A sort of nausea seized her in the throat and she shuddered. She looked at the dingy, damp arcade, went over the shop, went upstairs, went round each room, and these bare unfurnished rooms were terrifying in their solitude and decay. She could not move or utter a word, but was chilled through and through. When her aunt and husband had gone downstairs again she sat on a trunk. Her hands were numbed and her breast was bursting with sobs but she could not cry.

Thank you to Fanda and to all the ZolAddicts for opening my eyes to a new author!

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My Edition
Title: Thérèse Raquin
Author: Émile Zola
Publisher: Penguin
Device: Paperback
Year: 1867
Pages: 256

#ZolAddiction2019