Candide in Classics Without All the Class

Oct 19, 2013 James rated it it was amazing

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There’s good sense in taking five- and one-star book reviews with a grain of salt. For many, it is easier to fall back on exaggeration, of which I’ve certainly been guilty. What challenges me there, constantly, is not letting my feelings get ahead of myself, though this book doesn't help matters. More to the point, I loved it. Candide, the little book that could (and most definitely did if it caused so many highers-up then to clutch at their pearls in offended pride), goes for just under a hundr There’s good sense in taking five- and one-star book reviews with a grain of salt. For many, it is easier to fall back on exaggeration, of which I’ve certainly been guilty. What challenges me there, constantly, is not letting my feelings get ahead of myself, though this book doesn't help matters. More to the point, I loved it. Candide, the little book that could (and most definitely did if it caused so many highers-up then to clutch at their pearls in offended pride), goes for just under a hundred pages, but reads breezily as if it has half the amount. Voltaire, from the first word, hits the ground rocketing, wasting no time after introducing all the important characters in yeeting the titular one into one unlucky situation after another, each crazier than the last. Candide the character, subscribing to Pangloss’s school of thought (modeled after Leibniz’s) that “all is best” and as intended, takes optimism to hilariously absurd extremes.

The plot basically boils down to this: his chasing the love of his life, Cunégonde, around the world, accompanied by a group of assorted characters, while Voltaire rather matter-of-factly subjects them to a series of misfortunes. Whatever you can name, the book likely has it: volcanoes, earthquakes, war, thievery, greed, slavery, corruption, rape, religious persecution, and class warfare, to say nothing of cannibalism (“[c]ut off only one buttock from each of these ladies… and you’ll have a delicious meal”) and bestiality (“[w]hy do you find it so strange that in some countries there should be monkeys that enjoy the favors of ladies?”). Don’t let the last two examples send you fleeing for the hills because, as with most things, they read much better, if not funnier, in context. By itself, the book would just be an amusing novelty, an easy conversation piece for coffee tables, if not for Voltaire’s reason for writing Candide: to expose the various injustices he had observed in his time as the idiocies they were and are, the most significant of which being the aforementioned Leibniz’s assertion that our world is the “optimal among all possible worlds,” given that God in his omnipotence and omniscience could not possibly produce anything less than the best. Satire was almost too easy, and I’m sure Voltaire, amid much cackling and hand-rubbing, must’ve thought as much.

Far from content with stopping at just Leibniz, though, Candide doesn’t pick and choose between the various evils of the world; everyone, if they’ve done wrong and been dishonest, gets pissed on in Voltaire’s golden shower, and it’s a lovely, lovely thing to watch. From governments and poets to doctors and playwrights, none escape unsoaked. The English and French are “raving lunatics,” the Portuguese superstitious fools, heads of states powerful cowards (“[s]ome of them die of [castration]; others acquire more beautiful voices than that of any woman; still others go off to rule states”), and quasi-doctors useless pretenders (“[w]ith the aid of medicines and bloodlettings, Candide’s illness became serious”). Also, Voltaire was not above being a little retaliatory, as his loudest detractors (from the Journal de Trevoux to Freron to Trublet, according to my footnotes) found their way into the book to be his playthings. Their supporters are given equal mercy: after one of the minor characters went on a rant about Trublet, another “of learning and good taste… confirmed what [she] had said," a zinger so stealthy I almost missed it.

Translators can make or break even the best of foreign-language books, so I made sure to hunt down the best of them, who turned out to be Lowell Bair, for whom I can now wholeheartedly vouch. His translation is unobtrusive and pleasant to read, all that anyone requires, and that alone puts him ahead of the pack. As for the book itself, can't praise it enough. Granted, aside from just the one (where Pangloss meets the dervish and his door), there weren't many parts that made me laugh out loud as often as those in Pratchett and Bryson's books have. Yet I'm sensible-minded enough not to deduct points from Voltaire for so small an issue, as it really is so much more than a fishing attempt for laughs. With fast pacing, fleshed-out characters, and a zany story getting progressively zanier, Candide's short, readable, and so much fun besides, but best of all: audacious.

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Mar 25, 2012 Anthea Carson rated it it was amazing

It has been so long since I read this book, but what I do remember most vividly was the scene where after all the terrible things had happened, it was all worth while because otherwise they wouldn't be standing around eating pistachio nuts. Frankly, even though this is a classic, and the sarcasm is biting and witty, is it, in retrospect, so difficult to ridicule the reassuring philosophy of eternal optimism--"The best of all possible worlds?" I find the work of any skeptic to be rather unorigina ...more

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