“Axel,” the long and windy drama by Villiers de l’Isle-Adam, made a huge impression on W.B. Yeats when he saw a five-hour production in the late 19th century, but the great poet didn’t understand much French, so it’s unclear how much of the verbiage he actually took in. Today the play is largely forgotten, and for me it’s far less interesting than Villiers’s earlier “L’Ève future,” but parts of it carry the sort of mystical charge that make it an important work in the history of Symbolist lit, even if Marilyn Gaddis Rose, whose translation I read, calls its second act “perhaps the most tedious…in modern drama,” an amusing and possibly accurate assessment. The drama may never get onto the stage again, but its best portions have a sort of Wagerian weightiness that’s worth encountering on the page. Unenthusiastically recommended.
Eu definitivamente não tava no pique pra essa leitura. Muita política e relações históricas francesas que eu não tava fazendo nem questão de entender. Ainda assim, a primeira e a última parte, principalmente a última, salvam demais esse livro. Sara apenas a maior que temos. Digo mais, esse livro só não suscitou uma taxa de suicídio maior que Werther pq não viralizou na época. Caso contrário… argumentação pra morte muito mais bem trabalhada que naquele do Goethe (com todo respeito ok).
A moving and esoteric example of French Decadentism that can rightfully be considered the culmination of the ideals of the movement; also, one of the best usages of the closet drama forma.