Thursday, July 29, 2021

A Passion in the Desert

A Passion in the Desert is a short story by Honore de Balzac. It is told in the first person, with the narrator being the teller of the story. You can read it online in English translation at the links here or here or listen to it read to you at the bottom of this post. The audio book uses a different translation. It begins,
"The whole show is dreadful," she cried, coming out of the menagerie of M. Martin. She had just been looking at that daring speculator "working with his hyena"--to speak in the style of the program.

"By what means," she continued, "can he have tamed these animals to such a point as to be certain of their affection for----."

"What seems to you a problem," said I, interrupting, "is really quite natural."

"Oh!" she cried, letting an incredulous smile wander over her lips.

"You think that beasts are wholly without passions?" I asked her. "Quite the reverse; we can communicate to them all the vices arising in our own state of civilization."

She looked at me with an air of astonishment.

"Nevertheless," I continued, "the first time I saw M. Martin, I admit, like you, I did give vent to an exclamation of surprise. I found myself next to an old soldier with the right leg amputated, who had come in with me. His face had struck me. He had one of those intrepid heads, stamped with the seal of warfare, and on which the battles of Napoleon are written. Besides, he had that frank good-humored expression which always impresses me favorably. He was without doubt one of those troopers who are surprised at nothing, who find matter for laughter in the contortions of a dying comrade, who bury or plunder him quite lightheartedly, who stand intrepidly in the way of bullets; in fact, one of those men who waste no time in deliberation, and would not hesitate to make friends with the devil himself. After looking very attentively at the proprietor of the menagerie getting out of his box, my companion pursed up his lips with an air of mockery and contempt, with that peculiar and expressive twist which superior people assume to show they are not taken in. Then when I was expatiating on the courage of M. Martin, he smiled, shook his head knowingly, and said, `Well known.'

"How `well known'? I said. `If you would only explain to me the mystery I should be vastly obliged.'

"After a few minutes, during which we made acquaintance, we went to dine at the first restaurateur's whose shop caught our eye. At dessert a bottle of champagne completely refreshed and brightened up the memories of this odd old soldier. He told me his story, and I said he had every reason to exclaim, `Well known.'"

When she got home, she teased me to that extent and made so many promises that I consented to communicate to her the old soldier's confidences. Next day she received the following episode of an epic which one might call "The Frenchman in Egypt."

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12 comments:

  1. I am not sure this is for me, but if I can listen to it while I'm doing art, that might be fun.

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    1. It's 35-minutes long, so not one of those hours-long novels.

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  2. At first I read 'a passion for dessert!' Thanks, I have bookmarked the story! Valerie

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    1. I have a passion for dessert! :)

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    2. Who doesn't?! Funny how our eyes see what we want!

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    3. Well, we can't blame ourselves for preferring "dessert" instead of "desert" lol I'm trying to have 2 little pieces of dark chocolate for dessert since that's supposed to actually be good for me, but I'd rather have pie or cake or cookies... ;)

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  3. I had never read Balzac before. Very lyrical and sensual.

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  4. I've never read Balzac either. I think I'll need to continue with this one.

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    1. It makes me want to read more by him, especially if I can find short stories.

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  5. Wow thanks for sharing this one. I enjoyed it.

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