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With better prose and more descriptions, I feel Candide could have been written just for me. Voltaire's little book about a secluded nobleman raised on Optimism who is thrust into the real world sums up what I, in moments of frustration, think about Mankind. In just 120 pages Voltaire shows human beings at their lowest, indulging in the most varied crimes, incapable of being virtuous, as Candide's travels across the world start casting doubts in his belief that everything 'is for the best' in our world.
The book is biased; Voltaire wants to make his point and doesn't consider other alternatives. His purpose, I think, is to demolish all the Enlightenment ideas about human beings and civilization. This is a far cry from Rousseau's belief that Man was born good. There's also the traditional epicurean truism that fortune brings pain and misery; in fact, the garden that Candide ends up in reminded me of Epicurus' garden. There's probabaly a lot of erudite references that I missed. That's the difference between today's education and the classic education when people knew their Latin philosophers by heart
Nice too is the constant theme that it's better to live than to spend too much time philosophizing. It's interesting bacause Voltaire was first and foremost a philosopher.
And this I think is the book's great problem. Voltaire is clearly not a fiction writer. He may know how to argue wittily about freedom of speech, but he can't make a great sentence. His prose lacks vitality. Candide is a novel of ideas, and everything is concentraded in favour of the ideas. The book is sparse in descriptions to the point that a ship shipwrecking during a sea storm and Candide ending up on a beach is done with in two lines. Objects seem weightless, dresses colourless, cities seem cardboard-made, architecture wasn't invented in this world, and apparently Candide walks through a world without surroundings; I can only imagine it as a huge blank void. It's all so we won't forget the main idea
Still, some of the things that make the story are just incredible. Reading 18th century literature really shows how a lot of 19th century novels (especially British) were a step back in so many things. In Tristram Shandy, Gulliver's Travels and this, there was so much freedom for scatological humour and bawdy jokes: you could have a giant urinating on a palace, or a man's penis being severed by a window. One century later, everything is so damned prudish (with the exception of some Russian novels), and sentimental, and beautiful, and pure, and happy, and sickening! In Candide I lost count of the times the word 'rape' shows up. Can you imagine Emily Brönte writing that word? Or Charles Dickens?
Candide is funny, but not Seinfeld funny; liking dark humour helps; and unless you have a healthy dose of cynicism and have moments when you doubt people can solve all the world's problems, then you may not enjoy it
The book is biased; Voltaire wants to make his point and doesn't consider other alternatives. His purpose, I think, is to demolish all the Enlightenment ideas about human beings and civilization. This is a far cry from Rousseau's belief that Man was born good. There's also the traditional epicurean truism that fortune brings pain and misery; in fact, the garden that Candide ends up in reminded me of Epicurus' garden. There's probabaly a lot of erudite references that I missed. That's the difference between today's education and the classic education when people knew their Latin philosophers by heart
Nice too is the constant theme that it's better to live than to spend too much time philosophizing. It's interesting bacause Voltaire was first and foremost a philosopher.
And this I think is the book's great problem. Voltaire is clearly not a fiction writer. He may know how to argue wittily about freedom of speech, but he can't make a great sentence. His prose lacks vitality. Candide is a novel of ideas, and everything is concentraded in favour of the ideas. The book is sparse in descriptions to the point that a ship shipwrecking during a sea storm and Candide ending up on a beach is done with in two lines. Objects seem weightless, dresses colourless, cities seem cardboard-made, architecture wasn't invented in this world, and apparently Candide walks through a world without surroundings; I can only imagine it as a huge blank void. It's all so we won't forget the main idea
Still, some of the things that make the story are just incredible. Reading 18th century literature really shows how a lot of 19th century novels (especially British) were a step back in so many things. In Tristram Shandy, Gulliver's Travels and this, there was so much freedom for scatological humour and bawdy jokes: you could have a giant urinating on a palace, or a man's penis being severed by a window. One century later, everything is so damned prudish (with the exception of some Russian novels), and sentimental, and beautiful, and pure, and happy, and sickening! In Candide I lost count of the times the word 'rape' shows up. Can you imagine Emily Brönte writing that word? Or Charles Dickens?
Candide is funny, but not Seinfeld funny; liking dark humour helps; and unless you have a healthy dose of cynicism and have moments when you doubt people can solve all the world's problems, then you may not enjoy it