Saturday, October 24, 2015

The Importance of Barricades: Symbolism in Les Misérables

This post is the first installment in a series of reports detailing, in thus succession, the symbolism, the metaphor, and the psychology of classic novels. 

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"Jean Valjean, my brother, you no longer belong to evil, but to good. It is your soul that I buy for you; I withdraw it from black thoughts and the spirit of perdition, and I give it to God."

Les Misérables is a veritable mess of symbolism and analogy. This is partly why I'm so enchanted by it - Symbolism always gets to me. The meaning beneath the story, connexions and wonderful paragraphs loaded with poetry.
Since Les Mis is a mess (an amazing mess, but still sometimes a mess), it is up to you, the reader, to decypher it. And me, since I'm a blogger and writer and general overanalyzer.
The Silver Candlesticks, The Lady-Doll, and The Barricades are all beautiful examples of Victor Hugo's skill, so without further ado... Les Misérables.

The Silver Candlesticks, images of Rebirth and God's Grace, are the objects which, when used by the Bishop to redeem Valjean from a life of living death, follow Valjean throughout his life as reminders of the life he now has and the life he must keep - the love and mercy he must give to others because of the great love and mercy that has been shown him, that he did not either deserve or want, but when he had it he could not possibly leave behind.
A defining moment (after the initial Gift) of Valjean's relationship (could you call it a relationship?) with the Candlesticks is in the latter half of Volume One: Fantine, wherein he has a choice: To let a man go free, who was on trial for a crime that he himself committed, in exchange for his own confession and life sentence in the galleys - or to let the man go to prison in his stead. He {SPOILERS HERE FOR THOSE WHO HAVE NOT READ THIS WONDERFUL BOOK GO READ IT NOW} steels himself to abandon his morals and flee the town, leaving the innocent man to the judgement of the state. In a panicked rush, he burns all of the evidence of his past criminal activity (why he had kept it I am not quite sure...), and at the end of this process, nearly flings the Silver Candlesticks that he had kept close by him for ten years into the fire. As he contemplates these beautiful pieces of artwork, and what they mean in his new and reformed life, he realizes that he cannot burn them, and along with them the memory of the Bishop that had been so kind to him.
I love this scene, because his unwillingness to burn the candlesticks, in the scope of the story, symbolizes his desperate clinging to God. He does not want to go back on his promise which he made before the chapel door. He does not want to condemn an innocent man, even though all of his instincts scream otherwise.
And so he confesses to his crime.

The Silver Candlesticks symbolism is probably the most evident specimen - seeing as they truly change the course of the book - but there are other symbolisms, buried deep, that are quite a bit harder to see, such as the Lady-Doll and The Barricades.

The Lady-Doll is not quite as important as The Barricades, but it plays a small and significant part in a little girl's life.
Who is this little girl? A child who has been abused by two brutal innkeepers who she was left with when her mother could not support her. Valjean finds her in this state of misery and endeavours to adopt her. After having done so, he immediately gifts her with the Lady-Doll, a toy that she had been admiring for weeks but always unable to attain. This Lady-Doll, like the Silver Candlesticks, symbolizes her new life and safety from the horrible innkeepers. It also represents the deep filial love between her and Valjean, love which lasts throughout the book and penetrates all of Valjean's decisions from there on out.

The Barricades are later in the book. Much later.
After the little girl previously mentioned has both grown up and fallen in love, the streets of Paris erupt with a short-lived and tragic revolt. At first glance (or first read), this student's revolution is simply a plot device, used to get the characters where they need to be. This, truly, is the case, but it's no accident that all of the action climaxes there.
The Barricades symbolize freedom. Not just freedom from oppression or from tyranny, but freedom from suffering in the whole. All of the awful things that had happened in the former half of the book - Fantine's heartbreaking end, Valjean's incarceration and slavery, Cosette's abuse, the bloody Battle of Waterloo, Éponine's unappreciated heart full of love (Fans of the Movie/Musical: see what I did there?) that she never got to share, and Javert's hard heart, all of it comes together at the Barricades, and that is what the students are fighting against. Les Misérables - it's summed up in the name. The miserable people are the focus and climax of this book. Though the students are far from perfect, they will not stop until the earth is free from suffering. And although that could never happen through their own interdiction, the passion and the love that they show in trying outweighs the consequence of their eventual slaughter. Even the Miserable People will rise in loyalty and faith. And I believe that is what Victor Hugo tried to show in including this seemingly random Barricade in the otherwise grim novel. And like Valjean said, at the end of his life, with his adopted daughter and her husband at his feet, the Candlesticks by his side, the Bishop and Fantine welcoming him into his rest... "It is nothing to die, but it is frightful not to live."

Dear Parents

Dear Parents,
You said that you wanted me to talk to you about it and not bottle up the feelings, but the truth is that I have no feelings to tell, and even if I did I couldn't talk about them.
Is no-feeling a feeling?
I cried, and now I'm coping. I don't want to feel it because I know if I do, I'll despair, and I'd rather not do that.
No-feeling is also a coping mechanism for trauma.
My life has sort of been turned upside-down, and I'd like to figure it out now, but at the same time I'm clinging to the old life we had. The life of smiles and not-worrying because there was nothing to worry about, and laughing, and insane car trips that lasted for days.
We still have that but now it's tainted and I truly think that's what I'm most trying to cope with. Not the shock of the Thing, not the pain of potential loss but the loss of times that I loved.
I don't think I can deal with that.
~ your daughter who has not talked for quite a while about anything worthwhile

Saturday, August 22, 2015

Bands, Books, and Psychoanalytic Fangirling

It's called Flyleaf. Ever heard of it? It's amazing. I'm listening to it right now. It's got the awesome complex melodies of Evanescence but the emotional background of Skillet. The best of both worlds. - sigh -
Anyway, on another note, this semester of school, I'm reading the following books, and I am SO excited. Like abnormally excited.
I'm reading:
  • The Prince by Macchiavelli (rants will ensue)
  • The Imitation of Christ by Thomas á Kempis (yayyyy)
  • Beowulf (with commentary and notes by J.R.R. Tolkien) - very happy about this one -
  • The Odyssey by Homer (also happy about this one)
  • The Canterbury Tales
HAPPINESS!!!
I'm also doing pre-preparation for NaNo (ahahaha writer terms).
I'm doing an essay on Rodyon Raskolnikov's mental state for school, as well.
For those who don't know who Rodyon Raskolnikov is, he's the main character from Crime and Punishment.
Ooh I shouldn't have mentioned that now I'm going to rant
Anyway... Rodyon's pretty messed up. But he's a fascinating character to psychoanalyze. So I'm doing that.
(he's not someone you'd like to meet in a dark alley)
(on the way to a certain pawnbroker's)
(especially not if you perceive that you see an axe in his coat)
(then point that out to him)
(and consequently get that axe stuck in your head)
(yeah)
It's a dark book.
- zips lips -

Thursday, August 13, 2015

Jubilee


I finished the first draft of my project! I'm so happy... - does dance of joy -
Anyway, the final product came out to 25,000 words, approximately, which is a good improvement from last years'. (the last finished NaNo was 13,500.)
I'm steadily becoming more proficient and finishing things more, which I am also happy about. That's been a problem for me. Actually having a plotline and being able to conclude it.
Anyway, happiness and freedom! FREEDOOOOMMM
In a couple months, I'll begin the revising process. :)
Thanks!
~ Amber Shipp

Tuesday, August 11, 2015

Monday, August 10, 2015

Two Chapters Of Stress Abundant

Hello, reader.
I have two chapters left in the story that I now endeavour to complete.
These two chapters kill off, consecutively, two characters that I really do not wish to kill.
I have thus begun to procrastinate.
To ward off this procrastination, I must write a chapter a day for the next two days.
By Wednesday the project shall be complete.
I'm dreading it and I want it to be over with.
why
why so you do this to me writer side
why
Also I feel like my story's failing... But I know it's kind of the awkward "Calm before the Storm" chapter that I just wrote, because the climax for four of my seven subplots (don't judge, I know I'm insane), ends in that small, five-page next chapter.
and the next three end in my last chapter.
why.

To The Doomed One

Dearest Character,
I don't want to kill you.
You're so young and happy - your new life has just begun.
But alas, the end is where we writers begin.
In killing you, I have changed a man's life forever. And for the better.
In killing you, I made your brother realize what he was missing.
In killing you, I brought a light to this dark story.
In killing you, I will destroy the hearts of the other characters, while making them closer to each other.
I think you would have wanted it this way.
Love always,
~ your mourning author

Saturday, August 8, 2015

Replacement

Greetings. Amber here once more!
The last few posts that I have posted were somewhat angsty and now that that part of my life is over, I'm good. I have an amazing new friend, but friendships are definitely hard to maintain while being, as I am, a Traveling Wordsmith.
It is very fun having a companion in this affair called life that has... Basically the same exact interests as me except for the writing part. (she's an artist.)
So, an update on my novel - I released it from its existence. (A.K.A... I quitted it.)
I started a new novel. Actually, it's not really a novel. It's more like a novelette. Yeah.
I've discovered that I simply cannot write in depth for a long story yet. I guess I don't have the skills developed. (But I can grow a mustache... Haha... Just kidding. I'm a girl. I don't have facial hair. Napoleon Dynamite, guys.)
Anyway, I have also discovered a great interest in classic literature.
You'll most definitely be hearing rambles about that.
Thank you for your time and attention.
~ Amber Shipp

Tuesday, April 7, 2015

An Update

I finished Part One of my novel! Which I was supposed to finish ages ago, but... stuff happened, and I didn't. So... yeah.
But I'm really happy with myself, because... I'm really terrible at finishing things, and I'm really terrible at descriptions when they are in my own creative writing, for some reason.
So that was an update! Everyone have a great week.
~ Amber Shipp

Monday, April 6, 2015

A Notice-Thingy thing. thing.

Hey! Amber here. I was just wanting to tell you that, as a participant of NaNoWriMo, and having failed last November, I shall be endeavouring to finish my novel before the end of the month. This being difficult, and writer's block often going to set in, I shall perhaps rant a bit on this blog. Just a warning. Also, I might be posting updates on how it's going... not that you'd be interested, I just need someone to talk to about it, and I don't really want to talk to anyone about it in my actual life right now. Because of reasons.
So! Onward to the bliss of finishing a more-than-short-story! I have never done this before, by the way. I'm rather excited.
Gleefully,
~ Amber Shipp

P.S. NaNoWriMo, by the way, is an amazing writing website where you... basically challenge yourself to write an entire novel in a month. And it's awesome, because you get to go through the agony with a ton of other writers! The link is right here...
www.nanowrimo.org
and for writers beneath the age of thirteen... here's the young writers' program.
ywp.nanowrimo.org
Have fun!

A Requiem of Loyalties

The dreams of others are not our own
And silence fills our ears
Deep breath before the midnight meets the dawn
And the stars fall asleep
Waking words are not to be spoken
While levers trip the dam
Shall silence bring a crashing end
To all that I am?
Can wilderness blessings bring the fruit
I lost beneath the tree?
I cannot taste forbidden fruit,
No matter how it seems.
With each passing day I wonder,
Can infinity be complete?
Eternity inside my mind,
And heart's rhythms cannot beat.
Shadow and dawn, the night has come
I bid thee all farewell.
Death brings no less than sweetest song
Hid beneath the veil.
Dust I am, and forevermore,
But losing grows not short.
I dare not think what now may grow
When life I do abort.
I cannot take the silence pass
With music in my ears
Of joyous bells and song I bring
And yearning for the tears.
Tears I wish, and tears I get
They never shall run dry
While bleeding foes I over weep
And friends I do pass by.
I learn to know that all I am
Is merely passing shadow
Life is not a forever thing
I lay me in the meadow
Can one man pay the sin for all?
I know, I don't regret
Though doubts may come I always cling
To that which is my rock.
And nothing dear can ever break
Nothing ever block.
Come my friend, my foe, my fellow
The time has just begun
You must make your final choice;
To win, or to be won.

Chapter One

This is the story of my many travels. Sometimes I don't understand what makes me go. Sometimes I feel that I can never stop. And I write. I write and write and I can't escape the little nagging sensation that always pops up whenever I see a good plot point, or an amazing character in a book, movie, or TV show. It tells me... "remember that. you'll need that later"
I don't know how to get rid of my writer side, so I'll give in to it.
This is chapter one of my life. My life that you know.
I am inexplicably drawn to the inexplicable. I want to find cures for every ailment, every disease that I know of. My altruism and idealism is annoying to some, but I find it a way for me to escape. To care. Or maybe, in escaping, I find the real world.
I love writing. I really do. It's just... if I get out there and give the world my best, I'm afraid, no- I'm terrified that everyone will think I'm a pompous, no-good, over-idealistic, and arrogant idiot. And I feel sick. Because, on some levels, they would be right. I'm a hopeless romantic looking for a cure to the world. I can't help it. It's who I am.
Sometimes I feel that the world is crashing around me, but then I realize that I am safe. It's just everyone else who isn't. I feel that the ground is giving way under humanity's feet and I am watching, horrified, as the earth crumbles into shapeless dust.
I know, I'm supposed to be idealistic. But it's just how I feel. That life is a never-ending tragedy, and I'm caught in the middle. I don't understand the world, and yet I do. I don't understand how people can be so horrible, and others can be so kind.
I guess there's a Jekyll and Hyde in all of us. It just takes one of them to get out, and if the wrong one comes out, well... yeah. You get my meaning.
So, that's me. I'm an INFP, which means that I'm sensitive and want to please everyone. That I spend way too much time on the internet (like right now) instead of doing my homework or being with my friends and family. I absolutely love to read. (It comes with the writer package, don't you know?) And I love singing. Mostly sad stuff. But also passionate stuff. This blog is about me. And what I face. What I think. It's not going to be angst-ridden and dark, for the most part. I have a good life, a wonderful family, and I'm privileged to be in school. But watch out for the depressing stuff. I can be depressed sometimes, and that affects what I write. But there will also be happy moments.
So, I'll see you in the days to come.
Love,
~ Amber Shipp