La Belle Epoque

A little while ago, while playing pétanque in Lamorinda, I purchased half a dozen French books from sassy Carolina Jones.
Mostly classics. Maupassant, Zola, Maurois, Flaubert, etc… whose works I had read in my younger years, and mostly forgotten.
I thought that it would be fun to read them again fifty years later.

I started with Bel Ami, written by Guy de Maupassant and published in 1885.
The date is important because it reflects the mood and the thoughts of the French society of that era.
That glorified period was called “La Belle Epoque” (The Beautiful Era).
La Belle Epoque started roughly at the end of the Franco-Prussian war of 1870 and ended in 1914, at the beginning of World War One.

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It seems that at that time, one hundred years after the French chopped off thousands of aristocratic heads, everybody was enamored again with titles and nobility.
Everybody aspired to have a name with a nobiliary particle, just like Duroy, the protagonist of Bel Ami.
It also seems that everybody had a mistress. In those days you could not decently show your face in society if you did not have a paramour.
Felix Faure, the president of France at that time had naturally a mistress (noblesse oblige), and reportedly died while she (Marguerite Steinheil) was performing oral sex on him.
France had a good laugh and many literati and politicians exploited that event to the fullest.

George Clemenceau‘s epitaph of Faure, was “Il voulait être César, il ne fut que Pompée” (it could mean “he wished to be Caesar, but ended up as Pompey“, or “he wished to be Caesar and ended up being blown”: the verb “pomper” in French is also slang for performing oral sex on a man).”

La Belle Epoque was also a time of pervading anti-Semitism. I had forgotten but was shocked when I came across the following paragraph in Bel-Ami:

« Le patron ? Un vrai juif ! Et vous savez, les juifs on ne les changera jamais. Quelle race ! et cita des traits étonnante d’avarice, de cette avarice particulière aux fils d’Israël, des économies de dix centimes, des marchandages de cuisinière, des rabais honteux demandés et obtenus, toute une manière d’être d’usurier, de prêteurs à gages. »

The boss? A true Jew! And you know, the Jews they will never change. What a breed! And he mentioned amazing traits of greed, this greed so particular to the sons of Israel, ten-cent savings, despicable bargaining, shameful discounts demanded and obtained, always acting like usurers, pawnbrokers.

Like the thousands of greedy bastards on this earth could only be found among a handful of Chosen (for persecution) People!

No wonder that the Dreyfus Affair (1894-1906) exploded (and lingered) in such a noxious context.

“Captain Alfred Dreyfus was wrongly convicted of treason, with fabricated evidence from French government officials. Anti-Semitism directed at Dreyfus, and tolerated by the general French public in everyday society, was a central issue in the controversy and the court trials that followed. Public debate surrounding the Dreyfus Affair grew to an uproar after the publication of J’accuse, a letter sent to newspapers by prominent novelist Emile Zola, condemning government corruption and French anti-Semitism.”

Besides anti-Semitism, it was also a time when French Imperialism was in its prime. A third of Africa, Syria, Indochina, Madagascar and a multitude of outposts were under French control and ruthlessly exploited.
Those colonies eventually spawned bloody wars of independence and cost countless of French lives.

Reading those old books proved a rewarding experience because “Those who ignore history are bound (or doomed) to repeat it” and la Belle Epoque was only “belle” for those who could afford its glitter and excesses.

Just as it is today!

Alain

 

 

L’Hydre de Lerne

Emeutes en Suède, non-droit dans les banlieues françaises, carnage à Londres, attaque à l’arme blanche à Paris, la fête continue.
Voilà où mènent le socialisme et ses séquelles. Voilà où mène l’inclusion, la diversité,  la tolérance, la bénévolence, la disposition à excuser.
Parce que dans les pays socialistes on excuse beaucoup (la Suède commence maintenant a s’en mordre les phalanges) l’on donne royalement et l’on punit peu, et a contrecœur semble t-il. Les malfaiteurs, ces pauvres petits, ont toujours des excuses et des défenseurs passionnés.

Voici pourquoi beaucoup de « modérés » basculent aujourd’hui dans une extrême droite insidieuse.
Un cas de « ras le bol » exacerbé par une politique désastreuse.

Entretemps, l’Hydre Islamiste continue à grandir et a faire des victimes.
« Cette créature est décrite comme un monstre possédant plusieurs têtes, dont une immortelle. Ses têtes se régénéraient doublement lorsqu’elles étaient tranchées, et l’haleine soufflée par les multiples gueules exhalait un dangereux poison, même durant le sommeil de l’animal. »

Il y a eu quelques têtes tranchées bien sûr, mais comme le dit la légende, elles se régénèrent et deviennent plus virulentes encore (voir Londres).

Au lieu de permettre la construction de nouvelles mosquées (avant-postes de subversion financés par des intégristes), l’état serait plus avisé de construire des prisons.
Pourquoi être si accommodants avec les musulmans, quand les musulmans sont si foncièrement hostiles a l’Occident?

Malgré les rodomontades de ses dirigeants, la France continue à sombrer et sera bientôt dans la même déplorable situation que la Grèce, l’Espagne et le Portugal.
Dans de telles circonstances, la France n’a pas d’un besoin d’un bricoleur et d’une « boite a outils ».

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Elle n’a pas besoin d’un homme « normal », mais plutôt d’un homme hors du commun dans le moule de Clemenceau, De Gaulle ou Churchill.
François Hollande est clairement un homme qui « pete plus haut que son cul », un « petit » qui veut jouer avec les « grands » et qui n’arrive pas a se faire entendre.

La France a besoin d’un pragmatiste, d’un homme courageux n’ayant pas peur de prendre des décisions difficiles et « Flamby» n’est visiblement pas cet homme-la.

Les français ont plébiscité un rond-de-cuir quand il leur aurait fallu un Bonaparte, et après avoir payé une multitude d’impôts pour entretenir des gens qui n’ont jamais payé leur écot, il ne leur restera plus que leurs yeux pour pleurer.

Comme on fait son lit, on se couche!

Alain

 

State of the Union

Yesterday my wife and I commemorated our wedding anniversary.
To redeem my (somewhat tarnished) standing with feminists, I invited her to a French restaurant.
I think that women like this kind of attention, but don’t go by what I am saying, because after many years of matrimony I am still uncertain about what makes the other camp “frétiller du croupion » or “wag their tail” as some would say.

IMG_8198Every year, like the president of the United States, I try to assess the State of our Union. And like the Gipper I ask myself: am I better off today than I was 10 years ago?

Let me see…

Since I got married I lost most of my hair… and many pétanque tournaments… I incurred a stubborn case of Plantar Fasciitis… I lost a tooth and last week I woke up with a severe backache.
Would all these calamities have occurred if I had remained single?

I don’t know, but you must admit that this does not look good for the defendant. Because I ask you ladies and gentlemen, who else could possibly be responsible for this rerun of the Ten Plagues of Egypt?

But for lawyers who defend indefensible cases, things could easily be turned around.
The babes’ mouthpiece would probably start by quoting an old (always women-friendly) Arab proverb that goes something like “Life is a desert and the woman is the camel that helps man to cross it”.
Meaning: without your camel you would probably die of thirst in the middle of the desert.
Point well taken counselor.

But what about my ache-free bachelor days, and why did the Ten Plagues of Egypt befell me AFTER my marriage?
Warranties expire soon or later would say Gloria Allred, and it looks like yours expired more than a decade ago.
Crap!

So how is the State of my Union? Mainly tolerable, but like many unions it sometimes erupts in fights.

But why fight? According to Georges Feydeau, “Why contradict a woman? It is much easier to wait until she changes her mind.”

So anyway, I have decided to renew my marriage contract, hoping that Water turning to Blood, Frogs, Gnats or Lice, Flies, Livestock Diseased, Boils, Thunder and Hail, Locusts, Darkness and Death of the Firstborn will avoid my household and strike bigger sinners than me.

And finally,

“Woman is, according to the Bible, the last thing that God made. He probably did it on Saturday night, and you can feel the fatigue.”

I did not say that, Alexandre Dumas son did.

Alain