Hugo, for me, is one of those authors who infuriates, despite their power. The only portion of Les Miserables I left untouched was the chapter on nuns. The Signet editors put it in the appendix and there I left it, but this is just one novel I do not think I could ever read in full again. Proust makes modernism easy; Hugo, almost a century earlier, makes French Romanticism exact quite a toll--even in Hunchback, which is tighter and better paced, he takes a few chapters to lecture the reader. I have downloaded The Man Who Laughs, I suppose in perversity, but I know it will be difficult for me to absorb, much like Rousseau.
Les Miserables has a certain panoramic sweep to it, but I don't know that it was worth the trouble it took.


Reply With Quote
). 