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224 pages, Paperback
First published January 1, 1936
They loved him because he seemed to be one of them - and because he was none the less greater than them. He was an encouraging example to them.Roth also gives us a quick summary of Napoleon's character:
He promised the people liberty and dignity - but whoever entered into his service surrendered their freedom and gave themselves completely to him. He held the people and the nations in low regard, yet none the less he courted their favour. He despised those who were born kings but desired their friendship and recognition. He believed in God yet did not fear Him. He was familiar with death but did not want to die. He placed little value upon life yet wished to enjoy it. He had no use for love but wanted to have women. He did not believe in loyalty and friendship yet searched tirelessly for friends. He scorned the world but wanted to conquer it anyway.Back in his imperial palace Napoleon sets about forming a new cabinet, he sees his family, especially his mother, sees a fortune teller, he inspects his army and prepares for war against the expected Allied attack.
He envied his enemy, the lethargic old King who had fled with his arrival. The King had ruled in God's name and through the strength of his ancestors alone had kept the peace. He, however, the Emperor, had to make war. He was only the general of his soldiers.We get to see the Emperor, quite often, when he is alone and so one time, whilst walking in a park he hears someone nearby and becomes fearful of an assassination. But it is only a laundress, who can barely answer his questions; we do discover that her name is Angelina Pietri and that she is originally from Corsica, as is the Emperor, and he takes a note of her name. In the following days he studies maps, reviews his troops and prepares for war. When he's reviewing his troops he notices a drummer boy, calls him over and discovers that the boy is called Pascal Pietri. He remembers Angelina's surname and confirms that she is Pascal's mother. Pascal corrects Napoleon when he assumes that Pascal's father has the surname Pietri, instead it is Levadour. We see the human side of Napoleon here.
He remembered Angelina Pietri, the little housemaid whom he had seen in the darkness of the park. The memory cheered him, and the name Angelina, her little son who beat the drum in his army, and the brave freshness with which the boy had corrected him about his father's name nearly moved him. Yes, these were his people, these were his soldiers!Book One ends with Napoleon going off to battle.
All across the land and the world, women loved the Emperor. But to Angelina it seemed that to love the Emperor was a special and mysterious art; she felt betrothed to him, the most exalted lord of all time.Her son is, of course, Pascal. From this point on the tale of Angelina becomes more interesting, at least it did for me, as Book Two covers the period up to Napoleon's abdication and the reinstatement of the monarchy under Louis XVIII.
“He wished to bring happiness to the world, and he became its plague.”
”The Emperor was unapproachable. But she dreamed of him. His portrait hung in all the rooms, the same portrait she had seen in rooms all across Corsica. It depicted the Emperor after a victorious battle, seated on a snow-white steed while reviewing the decimated ranks. His horse shimmered and his red eyes gleamed. He held his right hand outstretched, pointing somewhere into the inscrutable distance. He looked magnificent: both near and remote, kindly and at the same time terrible.”
“As those who watched the Emperor ride by heard the patter of the horse’s hooves, they had the feeling they were listening to the hypnotic, measured call of threatening war drums. They remained still, removed their hats and shouted ‘Long live the Emperor!’ moved, unsettled and also certainly shocked at the sight of him. They knew this image from the thousands of portraits that hung in their rooms and the rooms of their friends, decorated the edges of the plates from which they ate each day, the cups from which they drank and the metallic handles of the knives with which they sliced their bread. It was an intimate, familiar, yes, quite familiar picture of the great Emperor in his grey cloak and his black hat on his white horse. That was the reason they were often startled when they saw it come to life – the living Emperor, the living horse, the genuine cloak, the actual hat.”
“He approached the crowd. Their adoration hit him with their every breath, it shone from their faces as brightly as the sun from the heavens, and he suddenly felt that he had always been one of them. At that moment the Emperor saw himself as his devotees saw him, on thousands of pictures on plates, knives and walls; already a legend, yet still living.”