JORIS-KARL HUYSMANS A REBOURS PDF

The infamous inspiration for the novel which slowly corrupts Oscar Wilde’s Dorian Gray is translated by Robert Baldick with an introduction by. : Against Nature: A Rebours (Oxford World’s Classics) ( ): Joris-Karl Huysmans, Nicholas White, Margaret Mauldon: Books. Against Nature by Joris-Karl Huysmans is a novel in which very little happens; Huysmans’ great A Rebour (perhaps better translated Against the Grain), is a.

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Against Nature (A Rebours)

Thanks for telling us about the problem. Return to Book Page. Against Nature huysmane Joris-Karl Huysmans. Veering between nervous excitability and debilitating ennui, he gluts his aesthetic appetites with classical literature and art, joris-iarl jewels with which he fatally encrusts the shell of his tortoiserich perfumes, and a kaleidoscope of sensual experiences. The original handbook of decadence, Against Nature exploded like a grenade in the words of its author and has enjoyed a cult readership from its publication to the present day.

PaperbackPenguin Classicspages. Published May 1st by Penguin first published Scott Moncrieff Prize for Margaret Mauldon To see what your friends thought of this book, please sign up. To ask hutsmans readers questions about Against Natureplease sign up. Could someonr please tell me the name of the painting on this covet, and, if possible, by joris-kkarl it was painted? See 2 questions about Against Nature…. Lists with This Book. May 22, Bill Kerwin rated it it was amazing Shelves: Did I really read this book forty years ago?

Or did I just read the passages about the “perfume organ” and the joriskarl encrusted turtle and later assumed I had read the rest? If I did read it, I was completely wrong in my evaluation of this as a static, effete precursor to “Dorian Gray,” a work marooned in the vanished aesthetic of the late nineteenth century. For starters, it is an accomplished work of realism that turns realism on its he Did I really read this book forty years ago? For starters, it is an accomplished work of realism that turns realism on its head.

Huysman–just as effectively as the Goncourts or Dreiser–knows how to accumulate a wealth of detail to convey the physical reality of the situation he wishes to describe. Just because he’s describing the fantastically decorated and furnished apartment of an extremely wealthy aesthete concerned with pleasing no one but himself is irrelevant to this particular aspect of the “novel. It also reminds me of that great short story of Flaubert’s, “The Temptation of St.

Anthony,” for Des Esseintes–the novel’s protagonist–is a saint of the senses, and on his path to enlightenment he encounters demons, delusions and disease. Indeed, the spiritual aspect of this book is so strong–particular in our hero’s love for the fullness of the Catholic tradition–that I’m almost surprised at the reaction to the book in conservative circles.

In hindsight, it is easy to see that Huysmans is on the road back to Rome. Huymans views his protagonist with devastating irony, particularly in the frequent juxtaposition of grandiose schemes with physical illnesses and practical and psychological failings. In addition, in more than a few passages–Des Esseintes scheme for making a murderer out of a street boy is the most remarkable example–Huysmans obliquely reveals a consciousness of the plight of the poor that suggests a world of Christian compassion and duty beyond all this preciousness.

This is a deep, rich work, and–although it is a classic representative of the fin de siecle–it transcends its age and has the ability to speak to ours as well. View all 21 comments. We are also provided exquisite detail of, among other luxurious, lavish, plush, extravagant belongings, his vast library of rare books, ancient and modern, and his marvelous collection of paintings and prints. As by way of example, here is Des Esseintes reflecting on two modern authors he enjoys: This cerebral clinic where, vivisecting in a stifling atmosphere, that spiritual surgeon became, as soon as his attention flagged, a prey to an imagination which evoked, like delicious miasmas, somnambulistic and angelic apparitions, was to Des Esseintes a source of unwearying conjecture.

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He considered the crabbed expressions of some, insulting. He felt a desire to slap the fellow who walked, eyes closed, with such a learned air; the one who minced along, smiling at his image in the window panes; and the one who seemed stimulated by a whole world of thought while devouring with contracted brow, the tedious contents of a newspaper.

It was coated with a layer of bronze green on which glanced silver reflections. It was a masterpiece of articiality. It could be called a piece of stove pipe, cut by a chimney-maker into the form of a pike head. This is the arched, over-the-top language a reader will find on every page.

Either this novel is to your taste or it is not. Perhaps it is reading about a lover of the senses and literature and all things aesthetic who has the money and resources to create his very own virtual reality. For me, I love it, finding the lavish, ornate language and many of the descriptions laugh-aloud hilarious. Although my own life and level of wealth differs greatly from Des Esseintes, I can see part of myself in his immersion in the worlds of art and literature and his absolute revulsion for much of the general run of society and its coarse values as I write this I have a mental picture of a smirking potbellied husband and his obese wife in their white pants and gold chains waddling into a Las Vegas casino.

So, in a way, I am laughing at myself as much as I am laughing at Des Esseintes. I chose this translation by John Howard since the audiobook is available through LibriVox available on-line, free-of-charge. View all 48 comments.

Jul 14, J. Keely rated it it was ok Shelves: The hipsters are right: That’s what society is: As brilliant Nietzsche scholar Rick Roderick pointed outadvertisement is the opposite of psychotherapy.

The idea of therapy is to take things that are hidden within your brain–biases, prejudices, hangups, fears, hab The hipsters are right: The idea of therapy is to take things that are hidden within your brain–biases, prejudices, hangups, fears, habits–and to bring them to the surface, to make you aware of them so they can be processed, or even gotten rid of.

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Now, think of how else that space could have been used: How to rebuild a carburetor? We shame other people, we guilt them, we tease them, we make suggestions, we tell them little infectious phrases that are supposed to be helpful.

Then there are systems within that society–churches, military complexes, corporations, stores, entertainment industries, political groups–all of which are trying to sway you, trying to sway society, promoting their own best interests as if there were nothing artificial about it. I mean, how strong must that impulse be to reject all these things that people tell us we are supposed to be?

We are huysamns of this shit every day by books, movies, adverts, and assholes on the bus. Sure, we internalize it to some degree, but for a lot of us, we retain an iconoclastic streak that stops us from being taken over completely.

As Roderick describes it, the mind is constantly under siege: Sure, some gets in, but our defenses keep a lot out. Ideas can be infectious, they huysmxns be viral, they prey on our hopes and fears, our prejudices and insecurities, but over time, we build up better and better defenses to recognize and root out these ideas. They have constructed a sense of identity for themselves–what makes them them –and when they see someone else doing the same thing, it threatens their sense of identity.

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They are a subculture, but one that still feeds into and supports the main culture. They are rampant consumers, early-adopters who are constantly looking for new ways to spend their money because as soon as other people start liking what they like, they have to dump it all and buy new stuff.

Every subculture becomes co-opted and sold back reblurs the people for a profit, and the way corporations have maneuvered hipsters is brilliant.

If they buysmans consuming fashion, products, information, politics, music, and craft materials, they lose their identity. Predictable ants are useful ants. But of course, the joris-jarl iconoclast doesn’t identify themselves with certain bands or aesthetics, with clothes or objects.

They create identity joris-karrl around ideas–and society doesn’t want to co-opt ideas. When society takes a movement and sells it back to us, the ideas are the first things stripped out. They have an internal motivation, a philosophy which tells them what is worthwhile and what is not, and why.

Real iconoclasts are cool.

They are fucking amazing. They change the world, they have an ineffable magnetism. And what tends to define them when they are alive is a near-complete lack of recognition.

Society attacks them in all the standard ways: Society is uncomfortable, it wants to invade that mind, to break the siege and to remake the person as a useful ant under the status quo.

This often kills the iconoclast, or drives him mad, or makes him bitter and misanthropic–sometimes all of the above.

But misanthropy and bitterness are mind-killers. They turn the thinker into a self-prejudiced creature who is no longer willing to think or change, who has been so embroiled in the frustrating stupidity that surrounds him that it stops him in his tracks. Des Esseintes is the false iconoclast, the man who is obsessed with being different for its own sake, but who does not know himself.

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hugsmans The long lists of his preferences and dislikes that fill the book are, for the most part, empty opinions. They do not point to some grander philosophy rebourd understanding. Again and again, he tells us that he despises this or that thing because a merchant’s wife likes it. His sense of identity is threatened–he has built it around these objects and movements, and his fondest wish is to keep them all for himself.

That is why he locks himself away, alone, and refuses to see anyone. Yet, even then, even in complete isolation, it is still not enough to let him discover himself. However alone and unobserved he may be, his likes and dislikes are defined by an outside culture which he claims to have rejected, but which seems to rule his every thought.

His attempted iconoclasm becomes mere contrarianism. It is the misanthropy of the problem child who does things he knows he mustn’t do–not because reours enjoys them, but out of a desire to betray the image of buysmans he has created in his mind. One of the more curious threads in the book is the effect which his religious education has had on him: He is the prototype for the man who sits and plays Warcraft alone all day, every day, until he loses his job, his friends, and his family.