Project Gutenberg · 58, free ebooks · 6 by J.-K. Huysmans. Against the Grain by J.-K. Huysmans. No cover available. Download; Bibrec. Against the Grain [J. K. Huysmans] on *FREE* shipping on qualifying offers. À rebours (translated into English as Against Nature or Against the. Charles-Marie-Georges Huysmans ( – ) was a French novelist who published his works as J.K. (Joris-Karl) Huysmans. Huysmans’ work is considered.
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And he sent, and beheaded John in the prison. The book’s plot is said to have dominated the action of Dorian, causing him to live an amoral life of sin and hedonism. It also reminds me of that great short story of Flaubert’s, “The Temptation of St.
At age 30 he abandons society to lead a life of experimental sensualism. In fact this book is a long drawn out thd of his fall from inner grace, his slow alienation from the private paradise he assembled before the present day narrative occurs, and his eventual breakdown and expulsion from his dandified Eden.
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That ancient portrait revealed a very decadent looking individual with a sly, vulpine look on his narrow face. On the day when he too had been afflicted with this longing, this craving which in fact is poetry itself, to fly far away from contemporary society he was studying, he had fled to an idyllic region where the sap boiled in the sunshine; he had dreamed of fantastic heavenly copulations, of long earthly ecstasies, of fertiziling showers of pollen falling from the palpitating genitals of flowers; he had arrived at a gigantic pantheism, and grrain the Garden of Eden in which he placed his Adam and Eve he had created, perhaps unconsciously, a prodigious Hindu poem, singing the glories of the flesh, extolling, in a style whose broad patches of crude huyamans had something of the weird huysmnas of Indian paintings, living animate matter, which by its own frenzied procreation revealed to man and woman the forbidden fruit of love, its suffocating spasms, its instinctive caresses, hysmans natural postures.
Although my own life and level of wealth differs greatly from Des Esseintes, I can see part of myself in his immersion in the worlds of art and literature and his absolute revulsion for much of the general run of society and its coarse tne as I write this I have a mental picture of a smirking potbellied husband and his obese wife in their white pants and gold chains waddling into a Las Vegas casino. PaperbackPenguin Classicspages.
But difficulties faced him here, for he refused to accept in its entirety the austere ugliness of those asylums of penitence and prayer. We are reminded of this shit every day by books, movies, adverts, and assholes on the bus.
They are rampant consumers, early-adopters who are constantly looking for new ways to spend their money because as soon as other people start liking what they like, they have to dump it all and buy new stuff. Thank you for your feedback. Oscar Wilde declared that it was what inspired him to write The Picture of Dorian Gray and, though it remains unnamed, it is clearly recognizable as the yellow-bound book Dorian reads over and over again with unwavering admiration.
Its narrative concentrates almost entirely on its principal character and is mostly a buysmans of the tastes and inner life of Jean des Aganst, an eccentric, reclusive aesthete and antihero who loathes 19th-century bourgeois society and tries to retreat into an ideal artistic world of his own creation.
It’s a sad book, gorgeously written, one of my favorites. And it could have been sheer coincidence that Huysmans’ delving into the cyclic throes of obsession and boredom seem almost a basic structure for Proust’s cathedrals of thought and memory. Then, onward to an English tavern where he sees Brit ladies with “teeth big as tombstones” and men with “pork-butcher faces.
Against Nature by Joris-Karl Huysmans
Now he’s tired of it. We shame other people, we guilt them, we tease them, we make suggestions, we tell them little infectious phrases that are supposed to be helpful. The unexamined life is not worth living–which is why it destroys him. These trappings invariably break down around him–they disappoint him, they do not live up to his hopes.
A monstrous plant on the rocks, queer blocks everywhere, glacial mud, figures whose simian shapes, heavy jaws, beetling eyebrows, retreating foreheads and flat skulls, recalled the ancestral heads of the first quaternary periods, when inarticulate man still devoured fruits and seeds, and was still contemporaneous with the mammoth, the rhinoceros and the big bear.
The last in a depleted line of nobles, Des Esseintes is wealthy and effete, and he grows impotent from dissolution.
We are then told that for several generations the des Esseintes family married their cousins so that Jean, the final member of the clan, is a particularly anaemic character, who, as a result of some curious atavistic phenomenon, resembles most closely his sly and vulpine looking forebear. His face was the color of yellow parchment; it was furrowed with wrinkles, ravaged with age. Other bizarre sketches were hung in the larger, adjoining room, as well as in the corridor, both of which had woodwork of red cedar.
Sure, some gets in, but our defenses keep a lot out. Then he could easily imagine himself living a hundred leagues removed from Paris, far from society, in cloistral security. Still, the semblances are striking, although the differences forbid any possible thoughts of one author relying too heavily on the other. I can’t fault Huysmans, though, for the superhuman patience and diligence it must have taken to write such a book in such unbelievable detail. I have learned an enormous amount from reading it.
Certainly, there are some interesting scenes within the book–the famous tortoise episode actually achieving some real insight and satirebut overall, the book is terribly dull–a piling on of detail upon detail without much central notion to hang them on.
Against the Grain
Peter Paul Rubens was a Flemish painter who lived from to afainst For the delight of his spirit and the joy of his eyes, he had desired a few suggestive creations that cast him into an unknown world, revealing to him the contours of new agqinst, agitating the nervous system by the violent deliriums, complicated nightmares, nonchalant or atrocious chimerae ayainst induced.
Des Esseintes could not grian the genesis of this artist. Please help improve this article by huysmahs citations to reliable sources. Anything that’s popular with anyone else is out — Goya gets taken down from his walls for being not obscure enough. Books by Joris-Karl Huysmans.
One of the more curious threads in the book is the effect which his religious education has had on him: He is not content on just having a nice copy of a novel, rgain having it bound in a very particular and very expensive manner that complements his understanding of its philosophical aesthetic.
After experiencing a religious revelation in his twenties, his poetry became entirely metaphysical. But these were not the only pictures he had acquired to divert his solitude. Novels by Joris-Karl Huysmans. Like with all other depictions of things, Des Esseintes has no qualms praising drawings of crowds though he hates the actual things.
Thus it was difficult to like this anymore than I did. The thing is he has consumed enough to know what he doesn’t like and to be able to discriminate. However, when they met in July, Zola told Huysmans that the book had been a “terrible blow to Naturalism” and accused him of “leading the school astray” and “burning [his] boats with such a book”, claiming that “no type of literature was possible in this genre, exhausted by a single volume”.
Yet at first glance it is rather difficult to see why this book should have exerted such a powerful fascination over its readers. Des Esseintes is an eccentric, a decadent, a misanthrope, and an aesthete, who is also obsessed with death and decay.
Perhaps not unlike that des Esseintes tye when confronted Oxford World’s Classics edition translated by Margaret Mauldon I finally read this properly in one go It is not like reading a treatise of William Morris’ and coming to understand a particular aesthetic of how a book should be bound and why–it is a mere litany of excess, the dull and trashy kind of overspending which marks the parvenu.
He was shown, too, a sled picturesquely placed on a snow-white bearskin, a library of rare books in suitably-coloured bindings and the remains of an unfortunate tortoise whose shell had been coated with gold paint. In this insensate and pitiless image, in this innocent and dangerous idol, the eroticism and terror of mankind were depicted.
Against Nature by Joris-Karl Huysmans .