La Faustin
Edmond de Goncourt (1822-1896)
‘La Faustin’ is the name of a brilliantly successful actress of her time.
Events take place in the 19th century, in Paris, mostly at the Théatre-Français, her present role being Phèdre, in the play by Racine.
I have read Phédre by Euripide some years ago and remember her being the wife of Thésée, falling in love with her stepson, beautiful young Hippolyte. She hides her love, pretending to hate him.
Several pages cover rehearsals of the brilliant dialogs in Racine’s interpretation of this classic tragedy. Such is the beauty of these dialogs, it brings this historic play to a present life-like situation. Maybe I should dare say, it improves upon Euripide.
I quickly put Racine’s Phédre on top of my ‘to read’ list.
The actress La Faustin is of modest origins. Her basic education just sufficed to start as an actress in small theatres in the suburbs of the grand city. Ambition and talent move her up the professional and social ladder, but also her ability to give away body and soul to the right man on the way.
La Faustin does not hide that she had and still has many lovers. There is a hierarchy in the role of each. The elderly, rich and influential protector, the permanent lover, and the occasional, unexpected encounter of a sweat smelling male from the population.
As an actress, she is surrounded by top-level Parisian society, artists, musicians, by a crowd of admirers, at her theatre, at her home, at her table, almost day and night. She loves being courted and teases the men around her, but she knows how to make it look artful and elegant.
One day, while relaxing in her bath, the maid announces the visit of Lord Annandale, she cannot remember that name, but the maid knows the young man, as one of Madame's previous lovers, William Rayne. All excited now La Faustin gives orders to introduce the visitor, right there and then.
Lord Annandale, or William Rayne, had been posted for three years in East India by his father, who had disapproved of his son’s liaison with a French actress. The father had now died and the young Lord, now rich and free to choose a wife, had come to renew his love affair, and eventually ask La Faustin to be his wife.
It took the actress some time to overcome her attachment to her profession and to follow the young Lord to a castle in a neighboring country.
Some wonderful weeks and months went by, full of love and heavenly happiness.
Still, the more time went by, the less La Faustin could make up her mind to accept the young Lord’s continuous proposal for marriage. She started having regrets for her life as an actress, which was really her state of mind, in body and soul.
Meanwhile, Lord Annandale had a strange visitor from England, an older and mean character, with all the attributes of a devil worshipper, Mephistopheles in person. The two men spent many long days together in private and secret conversations.
One night, Lord Annandale, while opening a window, faints and falls to the floor, calling for help.
La Faustin on her own succeeds to drag him onto the bed and then sends the servants for a doctor. The doctor could not make any sensible diagnose as to the cause of this seemingly deadly attack.
At this point the story takes a completely different turn, it now feels like evolving into a dark nightmare, like a horror story by E. Allan Poe.
The Lord remains between life and death for several days and nights. He seems dead but aware of what is going on around him. His face produces a horrible grimace like a smile.
And then....
it is impossible to guess the outcome to the very last page, the last phrase, and the last words.
I will have to leave it to my fellow readers to discover it.