Love tryst soured, super-sensitive duo goes haywire
Well, live and learn as they say. I always thought of Emile Zola as one of the greats, the author of such classics as "Germinal" and "Nana", the hero of the Dreyfus trial, and so on. But it seems that back in the early days, before he bounded onto the world stage, Zola produced a fairly large number of potboilers. Who knew ? He's always strong on atmosphere, on the details of 19th century French life-the parlors, the inns, the gardens, the more decadent parts of the city-and he's a master of human psychology. Still, as I read through MADELEINE FERAT, I had this sinking feeling that I had fallen into a Harlequin romance of bygone years. The lurid details, the many lyrical interludes, the melodrama, corny dialogue, [Example: after the death of his closest friend, the hero says to the heroine on p.71 "The dear fellow ! Now he has gone from us, he is no more, and I am an orphan. But he will always live in me, I have lost my brother......Now, Madeleine, I have only you." ] and above all, the fantastic coincidences that reminded me so much of Bollywood movies. This all put me off. If I needed this sort of book, I could find a million at any local yard sale, embossed in gold and silver cardboard. Zola is a name to reckon with, but he probably wrote this for a bit of cash. (He definitely didn't write it for the movies.)
I remember as I'm writing that Theodore Dreiser's "Sister Carrie" was held up from publication in America for many years because the publishers felt it was too close to pornographic---all because she lived with a man she didn't marry. When I read Dreiser's book the word 'pornographic' certainly never came to mind ! The Victorian prudery of British and American literature in the 1860s and `70s (not to mention later) is well known. So the frankly sexual imagery and situations found in Zola's work, hardly remarkable now, must have been extremely titillating and exciting to young people in those days. Zola would have been guaranteed a large audience.
One very interesting thing emerged. The book is based on the idea that a woman's first sexual experience leaves an indelible imprint. So, if she does not marry her first lover, it is futile for her to try to have a normal life outside that first relationship. (p.164) "If her heart no longer loved Jacques, the fatal memory of her flesh was unchanged." And even more amazing, readers of the time apparently could swallow the idea that thinking of a former lover during the sex act could make the resulting child look like the non-present lover ! This, intones Zola, by a psychological process still unknown. If this sort of stuff is your bread and butter, you are going to love MADELEINE FERAT. Otherwise, give it a miss.