5 chapters in. This is psychological torture.

5 chapters in.
This is psychological torture.
Will just about anything actually happen in this book or should I just give up and accept that all the time spent trying to remember the never-ending cast of characters and their relations to each other was for naught?

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  1. 3 weeks ago

    welcome to naturalism

  2. 3 weeks ago

    get gpt to write a synopsis for you

  3. 3 weeks ago

    Wait until you read Nausea.

  4. 3 weeks ago

    In the course of the novel Nana destroys every man who pursues her: Philippe Hugon is imprisoned after stealing from the army to lend Nana money; the wealthy banker Steiner bankrupts himself trying to please her; Georges Hugon stabs himself with scissors in anguish over her; Vandeuvres incinerates himself after Nana ruins him financially; Fauchery, a journalist and publisher who falls for Nana early on, writes a scathing article about her later, and falls for her again and is ruined financially; and Count Muffat, whose faithfulness to Nana brings him back for humiliation after humiliation until he finds her in bed with his elderly father-in-law. In George Becker's words: "What emerges from [Nana] is the completeness of Nana's destructive force, brought to a culmination in the thirteenth chapter by a kind of roll call of the victims of her voracity"

  5. 3 weeks ago

    “A ruined man fell from her hands like a ripe fruit, to lie rotting on the ground.”

  6. 3 weeks ago

    You should have started at least with The Fortune of the Rougons to understand who the frick this schizo is talking about.

  7. 3 weeks ago

    Chapter X, page 304
    >Nevertheless, despite her luxurious life and her group of ourtiers, Nana was nearly bored to death. She had men for every minute of the night, and money overflowed even among the brushes and combs in the drawers of her dressing table. But all this had ceased to satisfy her; she felt that there was a void somewhere or other, an empty place provocative of yawns. Her life dragged on, devoid of occupation, and successive days only brought back the same monotonous hours. Tomorrow had ceased to be; she lived like a bird: sure of her food and ready to perch and roost on any branch which she came to. This certainty of food and drink left her lolling effortless for whole days, lulled her to sleep in conventual idleness and submission as though she were the prisoner of her trade. Never going out except to drive, she was losing her walking powers. She reverted to low childish tastes, would kiss Bijou from morning to night and kill time with stupid pleasures while waiting for the man whose caresses she tolerated with an appearance of complaisant lassitude. Amid this species of self-abandonment she now took no thought about anything save her personal beauty; her sole care was to look after herself, to wash and to perfume her limbs, as became one who was proud of being able to undress at any moment and in face of anybody without having to blush for her imperfections

  8. 3 weeks ago

    zola? 😮
    nana! 😀

  9. 3 weeks ago

    Don't worry, Nana doesn't remember the names of men either.

  10. 3 weeks ago

    Zola is uninteresting, dull and greatly overrated. Let it go.

    • 2 weeks ago

      >t. Nana
      The beat go(es) on

  11. 3 weeks ago

    “Dominique, embrace your fiancee. It is your right.”
    They embraced, blushing to the tips of their ears

  12. 3 weeks ago

    This was the epoch in her existence when Nana flared upon Paris with redoubled splendor. She swayed the town with her impudently flaunted splendor and that contempt of money which made her openly squander fortunes. Her house had become a sort of glowing smithy, where her continual desires were the flames.

    And the slightest breath from her lips changed gold into fine ashes, which the wind hourly sweptaway. Never had eye beheld such a rage of expenditure. The great house seemed to have been built over a bottomless pit in which men—their worldly possessions, their fortunes, their very names—were swallowed up without leaving even a handful of dust behind them.
    Dresses, which cost ten thousand francs and had been twice worn; stupid purchases were made; every novelty of the day was brought and left to lie forgotten in some corner the morning after or swept up by ragpickers in the street. She could not see any very expensive object without wanting to possess it Then amid this utter squandering of pocket money cropped up a question about the big bills and their settlement.

    >Twenty thousand francs were due to the modiste, '
    >thirty thousand to the linen draper,
    >twelve thousand to the bootmaker
    >Her stable devoured fifty thousand for her, and
    >a hundred and twenty thousand francs at her ladies’ tailor.

    Though she had not enlarged her scheme of expenditure, which Labordette reckoned at four hundred thousand francs on an average, she ran up that same year to a million. She was herself stupefied by the amount and was unable to tell whither such a sum could have gone. Heaps upon heaps of men, barrowfuls of gold, failed to stop up the hole, which, amid this ruinous luxury, continually gaped under the floor of her house.
    Meanwhile Nana fancied the notion that her room needed redoing. The room should be done in velvet of the color of tea roses, with silver buttons and golden cords
    This arrangement ought to be both rich and tender, she thought, and would form a splendid background to her blonde vermeil-tinted skin. However, the bedroom was onlydesigned to serve as a setting to the bed, which was to be a dazzling affair, a prodigy. Nana meditated a bed such as had never before existed; it was to be a throne, an altar, whither Paris was to come in order to adore her sovereign nudity.

    • 3 weeks ago

      It was to be all in gold and silver. On the headboard a band of Loves should peep forth laughing from amid the flowers, as though they were watching the voluptuous dalliance within the shadow of the bed curtains. Nana had applied to Labordette who had brought two goldsmiths to see her. They were already busy with the designs. The bed would cost fifty thousand francs, and Muffat was to give it her as a New Year’s present.

      For the last three months she had been emptying Philippe’s pockets especially. She grew bolder and asked him for loans of two hundred francs, three hundred francs. And Philippe, who in July had been appointed paymaster to his regiment, would bring the money the day after, apologizing at the same time for not being rich
      At the close of three months these little oft-renewed loans mounted up to a sum of ten thousand francs. The captain still laughed his hearty-sounding laugh, but he was growing visibly thinner, and sometimes he seemed absent-minded, and a shade of suffering would pass over his face. But one look from Nana’s eyes would transfigure him in a sort of sensual ecstasy. She had a very coaxing way with him and would intoxicate him with furtive kisses and yield herself to him in sudden fits of self-abandonment, which tied him to her apron strings the moment he was able to escape from his military duties

  13. 3 weeks ago

    It’s a classic tale about the dangers of simping, the nature of prostitutes, and the degeneracy of the French. Arguably more relevant now than even in its own time. It’s also not that long or complex, you can do this anon

  14. 2 weeks ago

    Zola's theories were not always well-accepted. In his era many contemporaries did not like his work, and found his style rather tasteless and dull. One anonymous writer for the Boston Tribune wrote, "in all its (books on vice) prosaic, dull heartless, disgusting nakedness...No man has ever made vice so unlovely, so sickening, as Zola has done" (Baguley, 43).

    • 2 weeks ago

      >boston tribune
      Who cares. Yes some disliked his naturalism or his push for the academie to include other types of painters, his involvement in the dreyfus affair or his supposed socialist inclinations. The critics pale in comparison to all who did like and love him. He was able to buy villas because of his success. It's like talking about einstein and saying "some people didn't agree with him though". It doesn't surprise me that a new englander from that time period hated zola's anti-properness books.

    • 2 weeks ago

      Awesome quote. Reminds me of Baudelaire's approach of depicting vice as lovely and seductive in the beginning of the "relationship" and then we have Zola actually depicting the logical conclusion. Great shit like Caravaggio's Bacchus paintings.

  15. 2 weeks ago

    how it started

  16. 2 weeks ago

    how it ends

  17. 2 weeks ago

    Nana was a man-eating beast who could sexually devour any man who walked into her den.

  18. 2 weeks ago

    Emile Zola, The Father of Naturalism
    >Although Balzac and Stendhal were his masters, and although Zola claimed that Balzac was the father of Naturalism, Zola himself is the founder of the movement. The Naturalist triangle of Zola-Ibsen-Tolstoy (later to
    be Dostoyevski', placed Zola among the greatest writers of the century.

    >In trying to represent animalistic qualities in Nana, Zola turns her, distraught by a bad hereditary line, into an almost metaphysical force of nature,
    >Caught up in her exploitation of men, she whirls through their lives, destroying them as a hurricane wipes out an entire village. She becomes a force of nature, "a ferment of destruction,..destroying everything she approaches" (Bernheimer, 201). These analogies to Nana all fit the norm of nineteenth-century woman.
    >Zola directly relates sex to beastiality, but in doing objectifies Nana by giving her an almost mythical power. Down to the loosening of her hair as "a symbol of woman reverting to a state of Nature, and animal's mane" (Jullian, 106), Nana represents a strong force of nature in the eyes of her beholden men, rampaging their lives like a ferocious beast.
    >The animalistic qualities taken on by Nana emphasize instincts primordiaux, cne part de bestialité et de matérialité irrépressible” (Mitterand, '^6). Baguley continues further with these ideas by comparing them to Zola's novels: "his (Zola's) characters are governed entirely by their animal appetites and are therefore incapable of making moral choices" (Baguley, 94).

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