...you know, once it’s pointed out to you, the Enjolras-Fantine parallels are, no pun intended, stunning. There are other parallels, but I’m going to cut to the chase and point you to: “And discernible beneath these trappings and ribbons was a statue, and within this statue a soul." Swap out ‘trappings and ribbons’ for, I don’t know, ‘waistcoats and top hats’, and you’ve got something that might as well have come out of Enjolras’ intro.
Which means that, even though Hugo has pretty much come out and said that Fantine and Tholomyes have slept together, she still gets to be basically virginal! Because apparently virginity is something that you can see in someone’s facial expression and... their philtrum? Hugo, what? Sometimes I think he just, like, picks out a body part at random and decides that this is what signifies Virginity today. Or if he’s working from accepted tradition, then someone is doing that.
But yeah, you know how I talked about how Valjean isn’t a Romantic Novel Protagonist, at least in the classical sense? Fantine is. Fantine is 1000% in the right genre, which means that I expect every single person reading this then and now knows that things will end poorly for her.
Anyway, backing up a bit, I love the image of them deliberately touristing. They’re going to do all the tourist things and they’re going to have a blast doing every single one of them. Them going to the fountain, seeing it dry, and uttering what I can only assume is the stereotypical tourist ritual response is delightful to me.
The girls remain lovely. If ever you had doubts about which of these eight people was going to be our main character, this chapter probably cleared them up for you (if the fact that the volume is named after her hadn’t already tipped you off), but the others get some lovely glimmers of character. Dahlia and Zephine are adorable, and if they haven’t started kissing each other “for practice,” they probably will soon.
In other news, hold up, Blondeau is a real person? Why did it never occur to me that Blondeau might be a real person? He was a professor of Roman Law, according to Donougher, and translated the works of Justinian, according to google. This, according to amazon (I know, sorry) is the title of one of his books: “ Chrestomathie, Ou Choix De Textes Pour Un Cours Elementaire De Droit Prive Des Romains Et Rei Agrariae Scriptorum Nobiliores Reliquiae (1830)” Or, “Chrestomathie, Or Choice Of Texts For An Elementary Course On Private Law* Of The Romans”. Which leads us now to the extremely important question of, given how the Romantics felt about neoclassicism (badly), how did they feel about actual classicism? Because I can’t help but feel like Blondeau, professor of Roman Law, as mortal enemies of Bahorel, Parisian super-Romantic, is A Choice.
*I don’t know what you call the branch of legal studies that deals with, like, individuals, in English, but it’s that.