درام پاریس، نوشته ماری کرلی، داستان اشرافزادهای است خودبین که در پیچوخم روزگار، از ناکامی در عشقِ بهظاهر آتشیناش، به الکل پناه میبرد و تنها و طرد شده، به ورطۀ زوال و جنون میافتد. او در این فنای محنتبار، دیگرانی را هم به سیهروزی میکشاند…
درام پاریس، داستان وصل و جدایی است؛ داستان عشق و نفرت در مرز رستگاری و جنون… و البته رمانی پرکشش و خواندنی دربارۀ عشق، مستی و جنایت و آوارگی.
ماری کرلی، نویسندۀ انگلیسی، این رمان خوشخوان را در سفر به پاریس به مردم فرانسه تقدیم کرده است؛ رمانی که بر مبنای مقطعی تاریخی در فرانسه نوشته شده است…
Marie Corelli (born Mary Mackay) was a best-selling British novelist of the Victorian and Edwardian eras, whose controversial works of the time often label her as an early advocate of the New Age movement.
In the 1890’s Marie Corelli’s novels were eagerly devoured by millions in England, America and the colonies. Her readers ranged from Queen Victoria and Gladstone, to the poorest of shop girls. In all she wrote thirty books, the majority of which were phenomenal best sellers. Despite the fact that her novels were either ignored or belittled by the critics, at the height of her success she was the best selling and most highly paid author in England.
She was the daughter of poet, journalist, author, anthologist, novelist, and songwriter Charles Mackay. Her brother was the poet Eric Mackay.
This is one of those books that works on several different levels, but mainly it reads like the Reefer Madness of its day, a cautionary tale that centers on the evils of Absinthe and its degenerating effects on those who become addicted to it. It is also, as the cover blurb on my edition reveals,
"a lurid tale of unrequited love, betrayal, vengeance, murder, suicide, and addiction"
which just about covers the plot in its entirety, but it is also the author's look at some of the more decadent aspects of French society of the time. In her preface to the book, Corelli asks her readers to consider that the spread of "French drug-drinking" might just become as "à la mode" as French fashions, habits, books and pictures that have become "particularly favoured by the English."
The story is revealed retrospectively by the narrator, a young man who had it all up until the day before his wedding, when he finds out that the woman he loves is not in love with him. In Paris, he bumps into an acquaintance who introduces him to Absinthe, "the fairy with the green eyes" and "the cure for all human ills" that quickly takes him down into the depths of the absintheurs, "the degradation of Paris, -- the canker of the city -- the slaves of mean insatiable madness which nothing but death can cure."
I loved this book, melodramatic as it can often become, and couldn't get enough of it. If I'd read it in 1890, I probably would have joined the ranks of her readers waiting impatiently for her next novel to be published. Wormwood is neither stodgy nor dry, it has all the hallmarks of the best, most scandalous sensation fiction, and fits in nicely with Decadent tradition, despite the fact that Corelli implies it as an attack on fin-de-siècle French society.
Anyone who has it in his or her mind that Victorian fiction is positively dull really needs to read this book. Trust me, it is anything but.
What a strange, disturbing novel this turned out to be. Very gothic in nature and reminiscent of Anne Radcliff at times. I had serious doubts at the outset, but after about 75 pages it began to develop into what was a captivating story of a love gone wrong. Gaston Beauvais is a well-placed banker’s son, engaged to marry Pauline de Charmilles, the only daughter of a Count, and about to embark upon a life of wealth and honor. Into this idyllic scenario comes a novice priest, Silvion Guidel, the nephew of the local rector. It is immediately obvious that this man and Pauline are drawn to each other and that betrayal is in the air.
The story built momentum and I was quite torn between feeling pity for our wronged Gaston and horror at his overwhelming need for revenge on the two people by whom he feels so betrayed. Then the story went on far too long and became a treatise on the evils of absinthe. Whether lives were actually destroyed by absinthe, people went mad drinking absinthe due to the rotten wormwood used to make the drink, or actually suffered from hallucinations because of it, is disputed. That it was popular in the late 1800s and banned in 1915 is not. By the end of the book, I knew I had been hoodwinked by a clever member of the Paris temperance movement.
Even with its obvious political agenda, this could have been an interesting read had Corelli kept it to half the pages. She felt obligated to describe in great detail and more than once the travails of the addiction. As well, she turned her character from someone who could be understood as an injured man to someone who was far too callous and unfeeling toward even those who were blameless in his misfortune to be realistic. I’m sure addiction to any harmful substance alters personality and sometimes brings out all the worst in an individual, but I would not expect that it does so as quickly or as thoroughly as is pictured here. I wonder if Corelli was able to convince anyone to steer clear of the “green fairy” with this tale.
In 1890 Marie Corelli published her fifth novel, “Wormwood: A Drama of Paris”. After moving considerably closer to Fantasy in “Ardath”, Marie returns to her gothic/occult romance style with this book. The subject of the book is the degredation of society through the vice of drinking, and specifically drinking Absinthe (a.k.a. grande wormwood or la fée verte (the Green Fairy), a spirit which was thought to be addictive and a psychoactive drug and to cause madness over time. As a result, it was attacked by conservatives and prohibitionists and was eventually banned for a time in many countries. The person addicted, or the ‘absentheur’ in this story is Gaston Beauvais, the narrator of the story.
I have read that this novel is broken into three parts, but the copy of it which I read did not do so. The narrative of the story is told by Gaston from a point after he has destroyed his life and the lives of those around him, looking back on the road which brought him to this point. Gaston starts the novel as a young man who has everything going for him. He is successful in business, working for his father for a bank. His father’s close friend is the Comte de Charmilles, and Gaston courts the Comte’s daughter Pauline. Gaston is completely taken in by Pauline’s beauty, and barely notices Pauline’s closest friend and relation Héloïse, who is her cousin. Gaston takes his time in courting Pauline, even after he is resolved to marry her. It is at the same time as he intends to propose that Silvion Guidél, the nephew of the Curé comes to live with the Curé’s house. In a rather forced piece of foreshadowing, Gaston takes a dislike to Silvion at the instant he first hears the name. Gaston proposes and his proposal is accepted, and as time passes and the wedding grows closer, there are more and more signs that there is an issue arising between Pauline and Silvion, but in typical Corelli fashion Gaston fails to notice anything wrong despite a narrative which could only be told by someone who was incredibly observant. At last, Pauline confesses to Gaston and pleads that he will do nothing to Silvion for honor’s sake. Gaston struggles with what to do and after finally deciding to step aside he is convinced by an artist friend, André Gessonex to try absinthe, an event which completely changes Gaston’s mind and he decides that he must have revenge and destroy the lives of Silvion and Pauline. One can easily see how this would be the end of the first section of the book.
The second section would likely be the period in which Gaston keeps his new found obsession secret while he gets his revenge. He intends to immediately challenge Silvion, but finds that Silvion has run away back to his parents home away from Paris and that he has also decided to immediately become a priest. He keeps this information from Pauline and tells her that they should keep the situation secret for now and proceed as if they still intend to be married. Pauline trusts him but as the time passes and the wedding gets closer she becomes more and more distressed. Because of the dishonor it would bring on her, she has even kept the secret from Héloïse, though Héloïse is certain that something has gone wrong. The night before the wedding, Pauline confronts Gaston and tells him that though it appears they will get married, she will never love him, and Gaston reminds her that they are not married “yet”. On the day of the wedding, in front of all the guests, Gaston declares that he will not marry Pauline, and reveals the reason in front of all. His father is furious for the way Gaston has purposely embarrassed his friend and been as cruel as possible and tells Gaston to leave Paris for a while. This would likely be the end of the second section.
The third section deals with Gaston destroying his life and all those who surround him. Everyone he knew is touched in a negative way by him. He commits horrendous crimes and shows little or no remorse, though at other times he seems aware of the monster he has become. I thought the writing in this section was well done, because it shifts from the narration glorifying the deeds to being ashamed of them over and over, as one would expect from someone suffering from the addition to this drug of madness.
Overall I enjoyed this book, though not quite as much as “Ardath”. It has some issues with the writing in that Corelli seems to want to put an exclamation point at the end of every piece of dialog and even in much of the narration. I don’t recall her doing this to such an extent in her previous books, but perhaps I should go back and take another look. I also miss the well done fantasy section of “Ardath” as this book is much more straight forward story, though I suppose one does get a feel for the fantastic with some of the hallucinations which haunt Gaston in the final section. Still, despite those problems this is easily my second favorite of Corelli’s novels up to this point.
A book from a college course named 'Sensation Fiction,' Wormood exceeds sensation from Victorian standards. In a theatrical and camp-coated drama, Corellli depicts a man fallen from the graces of society. During this, we are told a scattered series of events from an unreliable retrospective of an abintheur tripping on his neon elixir. This was a wild and pleasant read in the midst of studying the Decadent movement of the 19th century.
Brilliant novel about the darker side of life as experienced by a Parisian fin de siecle absintheur. Questioning of morality, respectability, God etc. Well written, exciting narrative that questions and argues the human condition, everything I would want from a novel, Brill!
This is one of my all time favorite books. It's basically a Victorian soap opera about a man who gets addicted to Absinthe and ruins his life, and the lives of literally everyone else around him. It's a disaster, and yet there is something so compelling about watching his self-destruction, his self-implosion, and seeing how it directly and indirectly ravages the lives of so many others.
I cannot wait to read it again and leave a proper review.
One of my all-time favorite books; I've come back to it several times. Fin-de-siecle Paris, a virtuous young man is cheated and falls into the grasp of the demon Absinthe. It's tragedy all around. It's romantic and melodramatic. There are many passages in French, so it's good to be familiar with the language or you'll miss bits here and there.
For uni module Victorian aestheticism and decadence.
So so good. I don’t think I’ve read many books about addiction let alone classics that focused on this theme so this was so fascinating. A really good depiction of degeneration that fascinated so many decadent writers.
Gaston, young, successful, with an honorable future, is smitten with Pauline, still in her teens. She is perhaps too young, inexperienced in Life, games, mores, love. Nevertheless, she agrees to a betrothal because, well, because she does not know any better. Know that there is a difference between Mr. Right, and Mr. Right Now. Until she comes across the real deal. Real love, the force that flutters the heart. Gaston, reeling, quaffs absinthe, whereupon his fate and damnation are sealed.
A swooning novel of decay, dissolution, and the net of ruination cast wide, dragging others into despair. Corelli’s tale is sordid, yet not cynical. Bordering on melodrama and preachiness throughout, without the unintentional camp of similar cautionary parables such as Reefer Madness.
If one were to draw parallels with modern decadence, modern addictions, those are evident. Or one could speculate that species human has evolved less than an inch since our time in the trees, in the caves.
I am now a Marie Corelli convert. She tells amazing gothic tales of murder and mystery. I recently read Vendetta and thought that I had surely read her best work. Wormwood, however, is even better. It tells the tale of a man, facing an unhappy romance, turns to Absinthe to deal with his troubles. The story tells us that the drinking of this liquid leads to madness, and the character, by the end of the book, is certainly a maniac. The novel is intense and exciting. I cannot understand how this woman’s work has fallen away from the reading public.
enjoyed the experimentation within this novel and the exploration of the protagonists psyche before and after addiction. I would usually find victorian texts a chore to get through, although with the fragmented internal narrative and advant garde style exploration of perverse themes, this partly reads as more of a modernist hybrid than purely late victorian, which i wonder if is common with Corelli, as I haven't read her before.
My brother (English Degree) recommended this book to me. Interesting read. The protagonist slowly descends into madness after becoming addicted to absinthe. He then becomes an unreliable narrator. The translation can be a bit broken sometimes, but the way you see human nature through an “absintheurs” eyes is twisted.
Read this years ago. A book written at a time when the Green Fairy was Green Death and a real problem (and not due to Grande Artemisia either, if ever :)