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127 pages, Paperback
First published January 1, 1250
The Reynard literary material was so popular in medieval France that the French word for “fox” changed from “goupil” to “reynard” (the word still used in French for “fox”).I chose to verify this fact independently because, although it was presented to me in a footnote—the socially agreed-upon signal that it comes from the author and not the narrator, who may be unreliable—it is exactly the type of thing Reynard the fox would fabricate. To inflate his own importance. To...leverage later. Somehow. I’m not sure, but surely Reynard would be. He’s a liar and a cheat and an absolute scourge, but reading about him and his antics is fascinating.
Listen to the way in which the fox flatters the King and the Queen, and how he wins their goodwill and love. Listen also how he blocks those who work for his death. He’ll unpack his bag of tricks by flattery, and lie with seductive words. He’ll make it seem as if everything he said should be taken as gospel truth.Simply put, Reynard is great in and of itself, and breathtaking to imagine the generations upon generations of humans that have already read and enjoyed these stories. With the incredibly accessible translation and short length, there is no reason not to be reading it right now. It’s like the bible, but fun. That is a real miracle, and one that simply cannot be replaced.
"High and mighty prince, my lord King, I beg this of you: that by your great power, justice, and mercy, you'll pity me, given the seriousness of the crimes that Reynard the Fox has committed against me and my wife. He entered my house against my wife's will, and relieved himself on my children so as to blind them!"
"Dear nephew, men must now lie here, and tell the truth there. They have to flatter, threaten, beg, and curse. They must attack their opponent's weakest point. Whoever intends to prosper in the world without composing a beautiful lie, without wrapping it and hiding it so that men take it for truth, won't escape servitude. If a man is so subtle as not to stammer when he's being heard, nephew, he can work wonders. He'll wear scarlet and fur, he'll win in both canon and civil law and wherever he has business to do."
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"There are many treacherous people now who want to hold on to their advantages. They think they know how to lie well and they presume to lie. Such people prefer to eat of the juiciest morsels, but they aren't trusted or heard out. And there are many who are so fat and foolish that they lose their grip on the task in hand, when it comes to making a concluding argument. They can't help themselves, and leave their legal case without top or bottom. Such a person is considered a fool and there are many who laugh at him. But the man who can supply a fit conclusion to his lie, and express it without faltering, as if it were all written out in front of him, and can blind his listeners so that his lie is taken for truth-now, that's your man."
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"I don't deny that men must trick, play, and lie in small matters, for whoever always says the truth never prospers in the world at all. There are many who say whatever their masters want to hear. Whoever always tells the truth will find many obstacles. Men can lie when they need to and afterwards correct the matter by skill. Mercy is available for all sins. No man is so wise that he never makes a mistake."
You replied that you'd eaten so many fish in the well's water that your stomach was about to burst. I said: 'Tell me how I can join you.' To which you replied: 'Aunt, just jump into the bucket hanging there and you'll be with me in a jiffy.' "So I jumped in and down I went, while you came up. I was furious, but you said: 'So it goes in the world: up comes one as another goes down.' Then you sprang out and went your way, leaving me sitting there alone, sitting for a whole day hungry and cold. I endured many a blow before I could escape."
So the following also came to the fox, all because he'd won: the beaver, the otter, and both their wives Pantecroet and Ordegale, the stoat, the martin, the polecat, the ferret, the mouse, the squirrel, and many more than I can name. Some even came who'd earlier laid charges against the fox. They were now among his closest kin and were extremely friendly toward him. So goes the world these days: whoever is powerful and at the top of Fortune's wheel has many kinsmen and friends, while the indigent and suffering person finds but few friends and insmen. Almost every man avoids his company.