France -- Social life and customs -- 19th century -- Fiction
He fashioned the man of today in his craving for enjoyment, a
frightfully tortured soul with a body sapped by neurosis, with flesh
tormented by lust, which quivers under the influence of passion that
lures man on and sinks its claws into his skin. In his representations
of the human body wrought in avenging postures, with monstrous
apophyses guessed at under the garments, there was such human emphasis,
such grief over infernal voluptuousness, such tragic power, that a
shudder passed through one's frame when looking at them. It was no
longer curly headed, pomaded love, adorned with ribbons and fainting
with yearning, rose in mouth, by the light of the moon, or strumming
on a guitar under the balcony; it was Love besmirched with blood,
drunk with the filth of vice, Love with its onanistic furies, wretched
Love which fastens upon man its mouth like a cupping glass and drains
his veins, sucks the marrow of his bones and emaciates his frame. And
in order to give these representations a still greater intensity of
horror, to weigh them down with the burden of even greater affliction,
he cast them in the midst of peaceful, smiling surroundings of
surpassing clearness, among pink and blue landscapes with softened
vistas, amidst glorious sunshine, with the radiant sea in the
background. All around them nature was resplendent with all the magic
of her delicate and changing colors.
When for the first time he consented to place his works on a free
exhibit, together with a group of friends, the critics and the mob,
which influences the critics, shouted with indignation. But the anger
did not last very long--for there is a sort of nobility, or generosity
in anger--and they merely contented themselves with laughing. Then
the humbug which is always represented by mediocre opinion with its
foul spittle, this humbug came to replace the menace of raised fists.
And viewing the superb artistry of Lirat, they were convulsed with
laughter, holding their sides with both hands. Clever, merry-making
people deposited pennies on the edge of the frames as one does for
a Jack-in-the-box, and this was considered excellent sport--for it
actually became a sport for people of the better sort, with purses.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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