Earth is the rural novel in the Rougon-Macquart series, the peasantry take centre stage and in particular one family, the Fouans. Old Fouan decides to split his land between his children(before his death and retire); His eldest son Hyacinthe, known to everyone as Jesus Christ, daughter Fanny and her husband Delhomme and his youngest son Buteau. Then the worst of human nature is on display; greed, jealousy, neglect, lust, violence, and ultimately murder. It’s savage and hard to read in some spots, Part 5 in particular has quite devastating moments. But the language is often quite beautiful in places, there’s hilarious moments (Gideon the drunken donkey or Jesus Christ and his flatulence, and of course Old Mother Poo) and Zola never misses a chance to describe the farming of the land with sexual imagery. The earth is a character, it’s richness, the changes of the crops from season to season, sowing, harvesting and so on. The connection to series is made by Jean Macquart, who no matter how hard he works on the land always remains an outsider. There’s class differences, modern farming techniques appearing and early days of globalisation (fears that cheap American wheat will lower prices) amongst the family issues.
“The Fouans had been born and bred here for centuries, like tough, hardy vegetation.”
“Never, in all his time as a hired labourer, had he ploughed so deeply: this was his land and he wanted to force his way into it and fertilize it deep inside”
“Both of them, the farmer and the manufacturer, the protectionist and the free trader, stared at each other, the one sneering in his sly camaraderie, the other with the frank bluntness of his hostility. This was the modern state of war, the actual economic battle, on the battlefield of the struggle for existence.
“We’ll force the peasant to feed the worker,’ said Monsieur Rochefontaine.
‘Try and see to it,’ Hourdequin reiterated, ‘that the peasant has enough to eat first.’”
“Months went by, winter came and went, then spring, and life in Rognes went on in its usual way, it took years for it to look as if anything had been achieved, in this mournful life of never-ending toil.”
“leaving the rich earth piled up in its wake, still quivering, like some live thing with its very entrails exposed.”
“Soon he became almost drunk with the strong smell of the earth he was stirring up, of the damp, dark places where the seeds germinate.”
“The stench of the manure Jean was turning over had cheered him up somewhat. He loved its promise of fertility, and was sniffing it with relish, like a man smelling a randy woman.”
“But Jean too had become infected by the peasants’ lust for the land”
“In every direction, all over the rich clods of soil, men could be seen moving along with a steady sweep of their arms as they sowed. Jean could clearly see the golden seed, like a living cloud slipping from the hands of the nearest sowers. Then, as they became smaller and were lost in the infinite expanse, the seed swirled around them until, in the far distance, it seemed like the shimmering of the light itself. For miles around, at every point of the boundless plain, the life of the coming summer was raining down in the sunshine.”