GUY DE MAUPASSANT LES CONTES DE LA BECASSE. RETURNING TO MY FRENCH TRAINING

Guy de Maupassant Ball of tallow the best storyteller pampers the short story by copying Turgenev. His work is an imitation of Flaubert, the protector of him. In that Spain of my adolescence, we all studied French, a language that we learned in a row without mastering it orally. I remember those Perrier Textbooks with an exquisite binding with illustrations of the Seine of the Eiffel Tower. Paris toujours Paris the Paris of the banlieu… et demain la liberté. Maupassant has made me return to my squares, to the approaches forgotten before being overwhelmed by the Anglo-Saxon horde. It all started with Caesar's Gallic War with Vercigentorix and the Celts. Guy was a Breton born in Dieppe in whose port we took the ferries for England. His stories are of a power that reaches almost the sublime as in LE FILS A son that takes us back to the truths of the human condition and stamps autobiography.

An official from the Ministry of Education travels to Brittany, stays in a guest house and there he forces the maid, a beautiful Brittany who only speaks Patois. After a while she returns to the place of the “crime”. He finds out that the girl died in childbirth and she had a son. The boy is somewhat lacking and out of charity he is welcomed by the owner of the pension who employs him as a muleteer. He sleeps in the stable. When he gets drunk he turns into a beast. Then the protagonist discovers in the subnormal traits that are characteristic of him. It really is about his son. He tries to help him but the owner of the inn tells him that it is not worth it. The story ends here in medias res. The reader then becomes aware of reflecting on the sins of his youth, on the children conceived through sporadic women through the famous quarter of an hour. Maupassant lived through times of change in Pasteur's France, the vaccines, the Egyptian pyramids, the Suez Canal, the Paris Exposition. He died of syphilis at the age of 43. The chronicles say that he had an almost feminine sexual insatiable voracity “il allait chaque soire cotillion” or, in other words, that he liked to chase her and go to brown peaks.

To rediscover Maupassant is to return to the geniuses of French literature. The tales of the woodcock draw back the curtain on an infinite panorama such as that of the human condition

28 September 2022