Get this from a library! Naruby. [Joris Karl Huysmans; Jaroslav Med; Arnošt Procházka; Klára Kvízová; Luděk Marks]. Joris-Karl Huysmans, author of Against Nature, on LibraryThing. 7 copies; Paris 6 copies; De Bièvre 6 copies; Knapsacks 6 copies; Naruby 5 copies, 1 review. Des Esseintes: Le héros fin de siècle par excellence! Cynique, misogyne et romantique à l’extrême. Aristocrate oisif, isolé, il se livre à une méditation sur.

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Open Preview See a Problem? Thanks for telling us about the problem. Return to Book Page. Paperbackpages. Published November 10th by Gallimard first published Scott Moncrieff Prize for Margaret Mauldon To see what your friends thought of this book, please sign up. Could someonr please tell me the name of the painting on this covet, and, if possible, by whom it was painted?

Lists with This Book. A rich and decadent novel featuring just one man, the jaded aristocrat Des Esseintes, who leads an isolated life fuelled by his passions for excess and self-indulgence.

Referring to society huysmanw on as “frightful clodhoppers”, this would become the one and only time I laughed, because even though the overall mood is charming and elegant, there is also a lingering sadness for the solitude Des Esseintes chooses.

He governs a life’s philosophy with the desire to subvert, and even supersede, nature. As we are stuck with Des Esseintes for the whole duration of the book, It would certainly be beneficial to take him to heart, however I loved and loathed him in equal measures. Buysmans it was difficult to like this anymore than I did. For those who deem it a masterpiece, that’s understandable, for those who think it’s nothing more than nonsense, I could agree.

Joris-Karl Huysmans, who no doubt has a great pedigree for writing, does take the reader to far off places in the mind, there are episodes which are so arrestingly parabolic that they stand out when looking back at narjby text. Images like a jewel-encrusted tortoise perishing under its own weight have a hysmans quality and chapters can seem like individual exercises, tied together by the Des Esseintes plot such as it islike the master narrative of the Arabian Nights or a collection of Dickensian short stories.

Huysmans is at his strongest in passages of sensual pleasure.

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If I was to re-read in years time, my views would probably change for the better. Now, where did I leave those liquor truffles! View all 21 comments. Des Esseintes is a decadent, ailing aristocrat who retreats to an husmans villa where he indulges his taste for luxury and excess. Veering between nervous excitability and debilitating ennui, he gluts his aesthetic appetites with huysmas literature and art, exotic jewels with which he fatally encrusts the shell of his tortoiserich perfumes, and a kaleidoscope of sensual experiences.

Joris-Karl Huysmans (1848–1907)

The Floressas Des Esseintes, to judge by the various portraits preserved in t Description: Closely arrayed, side by side, in the old frames which their broad shoulders filled, they startled one with the fixed gaze of their eyes, their fierce moustaches and the chests whose deep curves filled the enormous shells of their cuirasses.

A French example of superfluous man. I’m thinking about that Russian protagonist who wouldn’t get up out bed, the name will come back to me at some point, probably in the middle of the night. Chapter 4 is awash with dissing the classical writers of ancient Rome: Des Esseintes was exasperated by his immaculate and bedizened shepherds, his Orpheus whom he compares to a weeping nightingale, his Aristaeus who simpers about bees, his Aeneas, that weak-willed, irresolute person who walks with wooden gestures through the length of the poem.

View all 5 comments. I read this in I was a freshman at the University of Florida. I took it to a football game to read because I knew I would be bored without a book. I read a passage where Huysmans describes the glorious un-naturalness of the color combination of orange and blue. I laughed out loud. I suppose I should re-read, but my copywith so many other treasures, has been lost to downsizing. I hope a young person bought it from the library sale and reads it in the bright sunlight.


Spoiled by a life of decadence, the protagonist retreats to his country estate not for a cure but to indulge himself even further. It’s less like a novel and more like a catalog of the many forms of fin-de-siecle weirdness. One image that sums up this book is the main character’s hysmans laying dead in the dining room from the weight of gold and jewels that have been glued to his shell. I wouldn’t recommend this book to anyone, because the only people who would enjoy it A Rebours is If you are, naruuby me, a fan of both Catholic literature and the fin-de-siecle, this is a superb book, as it sets the stage for Huysmans’ personal- and surprisingly fluid- transition from decadence to Catholicism.

For everyone else, this book would nxruby be too weird. View all 3 comments. Dekadenter letzter Spross eines durch Inzucht auf den Hund gekommenen Adelsgeschlechts wird impotent und macht die Nacht zum Tage, bis der Arzt dem Einsiedlerleben des Sonderlings Einhalt gebietet. So we have here what is considered the primary novel text of the Decadent literary movement.

It is the front bookend, with an argument to be made that Monsieur De Phocas could stand as the opposite bookend. But don’t expect y So we have here what is considered the primary novel text of the Decadent literary movement.

But don’t expect your pulse to quicken or to be dragged along through a galloping tale, this is a book for those possessing a wry, dry, sardonic sense of humor and those who find interest in how well-off aesthetes used to live, what they hiysmans about and spent their time doing. It is also for naryby fascinated by how art impacts life and vice versa see what I did there?

Not too long, I hope. My reviews of singular novels tend to be shorter than my exhaustive anthology reviews, and my reviews of classic novels tend to be shorter still, as I feel like I’ll just be just be retreading ground trodden by those more perceptive than myself. So, first off, a description.

This is a book about the life and thoughts of wealthy aesthetic aristocrat des Esseintes, about his decision to narubg himself from his social milieu and use his vast wealth to create for himself an artificial world in his remote mansion.

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And that’s about it, plot wise. He thinks, he agonizes, he tries different things, he agonizes some more, he reflects, he aesthetically critiques all the arts of his time, he reminisces, he tries other things, he thinks some more, eventually view spoiler [he “fails” to satisfy himself and the book ends hide spoiler ]. He believes in the artificial and artifice much better than messy nature and so attempts to create in his home artificial sensoriums – what might almost be seen as a precursor to virtual reality wherein the color, sound, aroma, temperature etc.

He has the shell of a huge living tortoise gilded and bejeweled so it can stagger around the place as a source of oddity and wonder it doesn’t live long. He has at his disposal a “liquor organ”, naurby alcohol of various types are substituted with corresponding musical notes, composing symphonic drinks of subtle variations in type and flavor.

He has a gallery of classical and current paintings, of course, and we read his thoughts on the strengths and weaknesses of various painters, especially Gustave Moreau, as he explains his attraction to the morbid and the striking imagery. He recounts how huymsans ruined a marriage when a couple moved into a home with rounded rooms, and explains the why of it.

He reminisces about his attempt to corrupt juysmans young street urchin by taking the innocent boy to a brothel, acclimating him to a taste for luxuriant vice, and huyemans removing his financial support, thus forcing the youth into dangerous acts it hhysmans work. Raised by Jesuits, he muses on the conflict within nauby between Catholicism and Schopenhauer’s pessimistic philosophy. He builds a hothouse for monstrous, grotesque and poisonous plants and dreams of a symbolic, syphilitic plant woman.


He is essentially bisexual and recalls old affairs – a dalliance with a dominant female acrobat who disappointed his expectations, another with a female ventriloquist, and his seduction of a male student. He waxes rhapsodical about uhysmans reveries and phantasies of different perfumes and the nafuby of color choices when painting rooms.

He intends to travel but an extended delay, over a glass of port, on a longed-for trip to Dickens’ London is replaced by a pining for Poe upon drinking amontillado and nnaruby never gets further than Paris.

He expects Holland to look as it does in paintings, but cancels the trip as he has already achieved satisfaction from the trip of his imagination. He comments on religious music. And the doctor gives him some bad news I respect this work, and found the novel interesting, but I’m huysamns sure I’d say I enjoyed it in the overall. I enjoyed segments, yes – the jeweled tortoise and the liquor organ are marvelous inventions, and the segment on paint colors is right up my alley.

The humor is dry and witty – there’s a wry section on contraception and the doomed children of the poor, and the “imagined trips” segment is both clever and poignant. The affair with the female ventriloquist is also quite funny he needs for her to “interrupt” their lovemaking by throwing her voice as her angry lover behind the door.

Huysmanss is is challenge to the very idea of the “novel” at the time while predicting neither the Dadaist “Anti-Novel” or the Surrealist “Dream Novel” – it is, as I said, an illustration of a sensibility huyzmans a deep character study, not plot driven in the slightest – like a weekend spent visiting an odd but well-spoken individual with strange tastes who talks a lot.

What’s most interesting to me about the book is its rigorous insight and prescience. It is not merely a fatal combination of ennui, creativity and money: Because Nature had always been Mankind’s backdrop, the “stage” on which we struggle, live and “perform” our life.

But if one deliberately pushes Nature away, we ourselves become the backdrop of our lives, and our calculated “personas” then perform on our stage, which is under our control. What’s interesting about that is that by taking a sympathetic but critical view of des Essientes we can see a precursor for a lot of the movements in 20th Century arts – Warhol, Bowie, etc. Because des Essientes is plagued continually by his own memories of the past, which he obsesses over.

E’ il racconto di un uomo che si ritira in collina, poco distante da Parigi, spinto dalla stanchezza e dal delirio provocato dalla nwruby. Ho gradito in particolar modo la descrizione dei romanzieri francesi che il protagonista predilige, e huyemans panegirico a Baudelaire e Poe. Tre stelline, ma solo per baruby lessico.

Commodianus and J.-K. Huysmans

Guy ruins his mind by being profligate, then ruins his body by being a hermit. Fortunately, beef tea cures all.

This is just the weirdest book. It’s not really even fiction, just a guy going “blah blah here’s what I think about books, religion, perfume, England, tortoises, and eating like a peasant. I can’t recommend it, and yet Huusmans guess I do. I remain firmly on the fence about this particular book.

And partially, I question myself because, once again, I’m not that enamored of a French writer. I just seem to have a hard time connecting with French writers Maybe Huysmans gets a partial pass — me being on the fence — because he’s half Dutch???