Showing posts with label France. Show all posts
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Saturday, 12 January 2013

Les Misérables: Justice and Mercy


Les Misérables has long been one of my favourite musicals. When I was a child, the dance class I was in used some of the songs as part of a sequence at a show, so I feel like I have known some of the songs forever. I think it was when I was 14 that my mum took me to London to see the show and I loved it. Since that first time seeing it at the West End, I’ve seen it once more there with my brother (who I went to the cinema with last night), and once in an amateur school production with my friend Lucy as Éponine – a very talented cast. I have also actually read the 1300 page book. I was 13 at the time, and skipped over the 50 page description of the Battle of Waterloo and Thénardier’s involvement in it, but recently began to re-read it, and have been much more engrossed this time around. I will always remember the pastor of the church I was in growing up telling me that when he first saw it, it made him want to preach a sermon at the end. After seeing the film last night, I feel the same way.

The music of the film is wonderful – stirring and haunting (and the whole film is sung – for those of you who don’t know!!), and the acting and singing was fabulous. I especially loved the performances by Anne Hathaway, Hugh Jackman and Eddie Redmayne (he made me like Marius, which I had never done before!!) – and the production was terrific. Bringing the musical to film made it much more intimate, and much more detailed (great examples, I think, are Jean Valjean’s ‘Soliloquy’, the detail in ‘Master of the House’ and of course Valjean dragging Marius through the sewers!).

But really what gripped me once more, and moved me to tears on several occasions, is the story. I love the story of Les Mis, and I love the character of Jean Valjean – he is possibly my favourite character from anything I have ever read. It’s a story of freedom, love, mercy – and redemption. The story is explicit in its belief in the power of grace to transform people, and as a Christian this is something I firmly believe in – and it is beautifully displayed in the character of Valjean. Victor Hugo’s own position towards the Catholic church was constantly in flux, but he did seem to have few issues with the central positions of the faith.

Hugo spends at least 50 pages in the opening of his novel describing the Bishop who so dramatically alters Valjean’s life, carefully showing us a picture of his selfless, merciful and loving life, which I think can be summed up in this beautiful statement: ‘As we see, he had a strange and peculiar way of judging things. I suspect that he acquired it from the Gospel.’ Previously, Valjean has been subject to a strict and pure Justice, which punishes him with imprisonment for the desperate theft of bread, and then for attempted escape. In showing Mercy to Valjean when the law was ready to execute Justice on him, as it had so many times before, the Bishop enacts a process of redemption:

‘ “Jean Valjean, my brother: you belong no longer to evil, but to good. It is your soul that I am buying for you. I withdraw it from dark thoughts and from the spirit of perdition, and I give it to God!” ’

In the novel, Valjean exhibits a final act of selfishness in stealing a small sum of money from a boy he meets on his travels, and this last minor incident culminates in a life-changing realisation what the bishop has done for him:

‘He beheld himself then, so to speak, face to face, and at the same time ... he saw ... a sort of light which he took at first to be a torch ... he recognise that it had a human form, and that this torch was the bishop.
‘His conscience weighed in turn these two men thus placed before it, the bishop and Jean Valjean... as his reverie continued, the bishop grew grander and more resplendent in his eyes; Jean Valjean shrank and faded away. At one moment he was but a shadow. Suddenly he disappeared. The bishop alone remained.
‘He filled the whole soul of this wretched man with a magnificent radiance.’

The bishop has literally bought this desperate man. After having set the bishop up as a Christ figure, I think part of what Valjean is meant to represent in the story is a similar thing. The bishop has shown Valjean divine love – and this spark is fanned into a flame in him too. Throughout the rest of the novel, Valjean makes mistakes and errors of judgement (he is still human!), but instead of being compelled by hate and fear he is now compelled by mercy and love. Even his desperation to conceal himself in Paris is mainly for Cosette’s sake, as he remembers the promise he made Fantine to care for her. We constantly see him seeking to do the loving thing, even when it is not necessarily the right thing... and this extends to Javert.

Valjean, the man redeemed through Mercy, against Javert, the man ruled by Justice.



Christians often talk about the Mercy and Justice of God, and how these are seemingly opposing forces. God is just – therefore according to His laws He must punish sin. Yet He is merciful – and provides a Redeemer to allow us to know His love. Jean Valjean is like many people – he is familiar with the Justice of God, but until meeting the bishop, not His Mercy. Javert has never encountered Mercy, and he is so entrenched in his law-keeping belief that he can please God and man through Justice, that when Mercy is extended to him, he is unable to comprehend or accept it. It seems so unbearably UNjust to him to have Mercy shown to him, that he takes Justice into his own hands and metes out punishment on himself. When Mercy is extended to us, what is our response? Are we Javert, or are we Valjean?

Monday, 7 June 2010

Poetry in a foreign language...

It's been an incredibly long time since my last post; I imagine this is because the more you leave such things, the greater the task of returning to it feels. In any case, a lot has happened since my post on Cold Comfort Farm, Bright Star and various other things. I am now back in the UK, my 'year' abroad in Tours finished and my year abroad project written (it was about the roles of women on three chateaux in the area around Tours if you are particularly interested!). Although I've got used to it again I do miss France and speaking French. I hope to go back at some point in August, though.

In a weeks' time I start something called the Student Associate Scheme; a project to encourage students in Higher Education to take up teaching, specifically in 'shortage' subjects (maths, science and modern foreign languages). I'll therefore be spending three weeks as a classroom assistant, learning about the British secondary school system from the opposite perspective. Should be interesting! It will be especially intruiging for me to compare teaching English in France to teaching French in England.

One thing I tried once or twice while an 'assistante' was to use poetry. We are fortunate to have such a broad and beautiful range of poetry in our language, and it would be a shame for my students to have missed out on it. I used a few different ones - 'little tree' by e.e.cummings at Christmas and 'i carry your heart with me', also by cummings - amongst them, and got some really positive responses ranging from poetical analysis to emotional response. I was expecting to give a Shakespeare lesson to one particularly bright class but it sadly didn't happen; I was planning to look at a sonnet or two. I did one exercise a few times with a couple of different classes, using Jenny Joseph's famous 'Warning':

When I am an old woman I shall wear purple
With a red hat which doesn't go, and doesn't suit me.
And I shall spend my pension on brandy and summer gloves
And satin sandals, and say we've no money for butter.
I shall sit down on the pavement when I'm tired
And gobble up samples in shops and press alarm bells
And run my stick along the public railings
And make up for the sobriety of my youth.
I shall go out in my slippers in the rain
And pick flowers in other people's gardens
And learn to spit.

You can wear terrible shirts and grow more fat
And eat three pounds of sausages at a go
Or only bread and pickle for a week
And hoard pens and pencils and beermats and things in boxes.

But now we must have clothes that keep us dry
And pay our rent and not swear in the street
And set a good example for the children.
We must have friends to dinner and read the papers.

But maybe I ought to practice a little now?
So people who know me are not too shocked and surprised
When suddenly I am old, and start to wear purple.



I didn't give it to my students like this, though; I gave it to them in pairs on a piece of paper, with some words blanked out. For example:
'When I am an old woman I shall wear ______
With a red _____ which doesn't go, and doesn't suit me'
I asked them to fill in the gap with words they felt were appropriate to make their own poem. I supplied some words if they asked - 'spit', 'brandy', 'beermats' - but in general the vocabulary isn't too demanding. At first it took a while for some students to understand what I was asking. They whispered with panicked faces, "But Madame... we don't know the words, we will be wrong!". I tried to explain that they should use their imaginations; there is no wrong answer as long as the poem makes sense. After a few false starts almost everyone finished and we read them aloud.

I wish I'd kept some copies because some of them were truly hilarious, updating the 1961 poem with a real 21st century feel. I seem to remember hearing things like:
'When I am an old woman I shall wear a leather skirt
With a red g-string which doesn't go, and doesn't suit me'
and:
'And eat only hamburgers and fries for a week
And hoard money and drugs and alcohol'
Even the students agreed that their versions were better than the original!

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In other news, I've been reading a lot more blogs in the past year. Five of the best are without a doubt:
http://www.cakewrecks.com/
http://1000awesomethings.com/
http://www.trufflegirls.com/
http://bookshelfporn.com/
http://thxthxthx.com/

Some of my favourite blogs are the ones my friends write; from spiritual reflection to journalism they remind me what wonderful, interesting and talented people I know. I feel like I would like to make this blog more interesting and accessible; perhaps the answer is to write shorter but more regular blogs on random literature-related things. We'll see how that goes...!