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Book Review Of the Les Miserables

Les Miserables is a French historical novel by Victor Hugo, first published in 1862, that is considered one of the greatest novels of the 19th century.Beginning in 1815 and culminating in the 1832 June Rebellion in Paris, the novel follows the lives and interactions of several characters, focusing on the struggles of ex-convict Jean Valjean and his experience of redemption.Examining the nature of law and grace, the novel elaborates upon the history of France, the architecture and urban design of Paris, politics, moral philosophy, antimonarchism, justice, religion, and the types and nature of romantic and familial love.Les Misérables has been popularized through numerous adaptations for the stage, television, and film, including a musical a musical and a film adaptation film of that musical.The appearance of the novel was a highly anticipated event, as Victor Hugo enjoyed a reputation as one of France's foremost poets in the middle of the nineteenth century.The New York Times announced its forthcoming publication as early as April 1860.Hugo forbade his publishers from summarizing his story and refused to authorize the publication of excerpts in advance of publication.He instructed them to build on his earlier succe and suggested this approach: “What Victor H.did for the Gothic world in Notre-Dame of Paris, he accomplishes for the modern world inLes Miserables”.A maive advertising campaign preceded the release of the first two volumes of Les Misérablein Bruels on 30 or 31 March and in Paris on 3 April 1862.The remaining volumes appeared on 15 May 1862.Critical reactions were wide-ranging and often negative.Some critics found the subject matter immoral, others complained of its exceive sentimentality, and others were disquieted by its apparent sympathy with the revolutionaries.L.Gauthier wrote in Le Monde of 17 August 1862: “One cannot read without an unconquerable disgust all the details Monsieur Hugo gives regarding the succeful planning of riots.Flanbert found ”neither truth nor greatne“ in it.He complained that the characters were crude stereotypes who all ”speak very well – but all in the same way“.He deemed it an ”infantile“ effort and brought an end to Hugo's career like ”the fall of a god“.In a newspaper review, Charles Baudelaire Charles praised Hugo's succe in focusing public attention on social problems, though he believed that such propaganda was the opposite of art.In private he castigated it as ”tastele and inept".The novel basic plot is Jean Valjean pitiful life history.He originally is one poor family background worker, because the income insufficient family member gets by, by one time stole the bread is arrested is put in prison.Paed 19 years firm prison and the bitter service life.The punishment completely after also has the larceny behavior, but benevolent bishop in the rice the sorrowful influence, the transformation is one shed oneself manner person.He uses an alias is Madland, works as the entrepreneur, and is pushed for mayor.But soon and further because exposed the status is arrested is put in prison, after escapes rescues the deceased female worker Fantin's daughter Cosette match from one bastard hand special, went to Paris.After again unceasingly encountered police's pursuit.The Jean Valjean entire life fills is imprisoned the pain

which the bitter service and drifts about destitute, this is the novel main clue.As the novel said, “man has upon him his flesh, which is at once his burden and his temptation.He drags it with him and yields to it.He must watch it, cheek it, repre it, and obey it only at the last extremity.There may be some fault even in this obedience;but the fault thus committed is venial;it is a fall, but a fall on the knees which may terminate in prayer.” To be a saint is the exception;to be an upright man is the rule.Err, fall, sin if you will, but be upright.The least poible sin is the law of man.No sin at all is the dream of the angle.All which is terrestrial is subject to sin.Sin is a gravitation.Jean Valjean had entered the galleys sobbing and shuddering;he emerged impaive.He had entered in despair;he emerged gloomy.What had taken place in that soul? Let us try to say it.It is neceary that society should look at these things, because it is itself which creates them.He was, as we have said, an ignorant man, but he was not a fool.The light of nature was ignited in him.Unhappine, which also poees a clearne of vision of its own, augmented the small amount of daylight which existed in this mind.Beneath the cudgel, beneath the chain, in the cell, in hardship, beneath the burning sun of the galleys, upon the plank bed of the convict, he withdrew into his own consciousne and meditated.All these things, realities full of specters, phantasmagorias full of realities, had eventually created for him a sort of interior state which is almost indescribable.It will be perceived that it was not without reason that Jean Valjean’s paport described him as a very dangerous man.From year to year this soul had dried away slowly, but with fatal surene.When the heart is dry, the eye is dry.On his departure from the galleys it had been nineteen years since he had shed a tear.In the chapter 4, that day was composed of dawn, from one end to the other.All nature seemed to be having a holiday, and to be laughing.The flower-beds of Saint-Cloud perfumed the air;the breath of the Seine rustled the leaves vaguely;the branches gesticulated in the wind, bees pillaged the jasmines;a whole bohemia of butterflies swooped dawn upon the yarrow, the clover, and the sterile oats;in the august park of the King of France there was a pack of vagabonds, the birds.It is very beautiful.In the end, Cosette and Marius fell on their knees, in despair, suffocating with tears, each beneath ones of Jean Valjean’s hands.Those august hands no longer moved.He had fallen backwards, the light of the candles illuminated him.His was dead.The night was starle and extremely dark.No doubt, in the gloom, some immense angle stood erect with wings outspread, awaiting that soul.Only, many years ago, a hand wrote upon it in pencil these four lines, which have become gradually illegible beneath the rain and the dust, and which are, to-day, probably effaced:

He sleeps.Although his fate was very strange, he lived.He died when he had no longer his angle.The thing came to pa simply, of itself, as the night comes when day is gone.教学一班自然班三班学号：110403032姓名：戚小丹