Tuesday, December 27, 2022

The Magic (Wild Ass's) Skin by Balzac




I am used to the flowery style of French authors (I DID read all of Proust's seven volumes). So, I actually enjoyed my first foray into Balzac! 

All that said, it is not a very enjoyable plot. It is the whole "men lead lives of quiet desperation" a la Thoreau that I see over and over again in fiction. 

It makes for good storytelling and reflection. I love Mustich's question, "Do our desires use us up?" So profound. 

Here is why James Mustich thinks it should be one of the 1000 Books You Read Before You Die:

After losing his last gold coin in a desperate wager, Raphael de Valentin leaves the gambling house in the Palais-Royal intent on committing unseemly suicide by drowning himself in the Seine. Along the way, however, he is distracted by the allure of an antique shop. The owner of this old curiosity shop shows Raphael an unimagined treasure: a piece of shagreen (untanned leather) with the power of granting its owner’s every craving. And yet, as the shopkeeper warns his young customer, each wish granted will shrink the shagreen and diminish the days of its possessor. But Raphael is reckless: “I want to live to excess!” he exclaims as he grasps the skin. Thus, the scene is set for one of Balzac’s most telling philosophical explorations. In the foreground is the realism of the author’s vivid descriptions of the gambling den and curio shop (and subsequent episodes of equally astute observation [emphasis mine, Carol]). In the background is the overriding riddle posed by the supernatural skin and the reflections of the antiquary who proffers it: Do our desires use us up? Moving backward and forward in time, Balzac follows Raphael’s fate through a dynamic panorama of contemporary society, illuminating, through the compulsions of a deliciously melodramatic plot, the metaphysical conundrums that thwart and thrill our souls.

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