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Chargement... Zofloya, or, The Moor (1806)par Charlotte Dacre
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Inscrivez-vous à LibraryThing pour découvrir si vous aimerez ce livre Actuellement, il n'y a pas de discussions au sujet de ce livre. ‘Spare the rod spoil the child.’ Not exactly PC in today's world and I would not condone corporal punishment in any form, but the essential moral of this book is, we have a spoilt brat who has been grossly indulged by her parents. Victoria blames her behaviour on the bad example of her mother, which is a symptom of her own selfish nature, in not wishing to take responsibility for her own actions. She demonstrates a lack of conscience when pursuing the desires of her heart and a proud and haughty nature. Like many novels of this time the modern reader may find there is an excess of emotion. Everything is felt passionately with rage, anger, pride, fear and despair. The emphasis on emotion in comparison to the reason and philosophy of Berenza is a reaction against the Enlightenment which preceded it. The book was criticised when published as being a poor imitation of Matthew Lewis’s The Monk. It lacks the sophistication of The Monk and the Gothic elements are less pronounced. There is a reference to ghosts, nightmares and anti-Catholic sentiment, but they are not substantial. The grandeur of the landscape owes more to Ann Radcliffe and Burke's idea of sublime terror. As a book it is an interesting read from the perspective of should a lady really be writing such books. From most contemporary male perspectives, the answer is no. # 17 of 100 Classics Challenge Zofloya, or The Moor🍒🍒🍒🍒 By Charlotte Darce 1806 Oxford Classics Set in Venice, late 15th Century, this is a story of a spoilt daughter, Victoria, whose indulgent aristocratic parents. She falls into a period of being abused and kept captive. Her eventual relationship with The Moor servant, Zafloya, a man of different race and class than her family, contradicted stereotypes of the time. This book created a minor scandal when it was first published. Awesome...captivating....loved it. Kind of strange and wonderful and horrible, in the fashion of The Monk by Lewis, Zofloya is full of murder, betrayal, jealousy, simply horrid intentions. And, as a gothic text, there's a fair bit of lust, fainting, sighing, and exclamation points to be had as well, not to mention a number of melodramatic twists, and a great deal of stabbing... All told, this isn't a book for everyone, but it will provide entertainment to lovers of the gothic and fans of early horror. And, probably, to fans of soap opera-like plots, played out on the page. Dacre's characters are far from sympathetic, and fairly superficial, but the book moves fairly quickly once it gets going, and has enough to distinguish it from other more popular gothics that, in truth, I'm glad to have read it, and would rather have read this than some of the more well-known ones I encountered in a class on the subject. The melodrama of the plot carries it with it a certain horrifying charm (admittedly more like watching a car accident than reading a fairy tale), and the fact that one reviewer was driven to call The Monk a chaste text in comparison says quite a lot for what you'll encounter here. One caveat is that it takes on a rather slow start, but for interested readers, there's enough here to warrant following through on the full read... Zofloya; or, The Moor is as much the product of one woman’s palsied, eccentric neurosis as it is the chief example of Matthew Lewis’ influence on the Female Gothic. Charlotte Dacre, firmly setting aside the pastoral ‘terrors’ of Ann Radcliffe, establishes in her most widely-read novel conventions of female sadism that were, for their time, near-revolutionary. That they were not picked up by other authors until considerably later in the 19th Century is intriguing. Still more intriguing is that Zofloya; or, The Moor is, despite its almost shocking cruelty, a novel concerned to its very last lines with the supremacy of proper, uncorrupted morality. But how is one to demonstrate the virtue of morality without first detailing, for several hundred pages, the absolute depths of corruption and depravity? This is no Torture Garden, certainly, but, for its day, the concerns of Zofloya; or, The Moor were certainly controversial: shameless adultery, scandalous violence, the suggestion of miscegenation, Satanism, liberated sexuality. And where else would a proper British novelist set these scenes of Gothic excess than in recondite, libertine Venice? Zofloya uses its ‘ultimate morality’ as a scapegoat: Dacre’s attention is near-entirely devoted to the painted perversity of her subjects. Her own life is a testament to the enduring mystery of ‘created’ identity, subject, and morality; that there is a war, though, taking place among the pretty ruins of her muse is quite obvious: her most interesting creation, Victoria, is at turns a prototype of the justified feminist and, conversely, the villain of what descends quite neatly into one of the precursors of the ‘Slasher’ film. But the incongruity of Dacre’s irreconcilable compulsions is even more evident in the construction of her mysterious, titular ‘Moor,’ Zofloya, who only appears a little over halfway into the book: vacillating between extremes of physical beauty and physical repugnance, charm and repulsion, vile sorcerer and loyal protector—it is as though Dacre had painted the picture of her fantasies of miscegenation and diabolism, and then, fearing the effect her own proclivities might have on both her work and her reputation, quickly sought to repudiate them within the space of a few paragraphs. The curious thing is that she hasn’t removed the more obviously erotic paeans to the Moor at all: apparently repudiation is enough to clear her of any ‘immoral’ indulgence in her construction of a ‘moral’ fable. To a modern audience, though, more comprehensively skeptical of the cancers of racism, these passages of disavowal will seem almost absurdly irrelevant, and, often, highly confusing; but thus is the nature of Dacre’s neurosis, and this contrast in perspectives was not entirely lost on contemporary critics. It is, perhaps, surprising that Zofloya; or, The Moor had a profound influence on the young Percy Shelley, one of the more graceful poets in our language; but Dacre’s prose is remarkably economical for its time, and there is actually great beauty to be found here. That it is also the product of a mind that lived as Gothic a life as the characters she created, however, is immediately apparent, and this novel appeals as much to general curiosity as it does to the search for an entertaining narrative or academic analysis. aucune critique | ajouter une critique
Charlotte Dacre r�unit dans son roman tous les ingr�dients du genre gothique: jalousie, vengeance, d�sir, corruption, perversion, cachot, visions nocturnes, victimes innocentes, meurtre, poison, bandits, etc. Si Zofloya d�range la critique de 1806, c'est en partie parce que Dacre y pr�sente une femme nouvelle, en opposition avec les codes de l'�poque. L'auteur y renverse ou inverse - et peut-�tre m�me d�passe - les r�gles et les mod�les du genre, en mettant pour la toute premi�re fois en sc�ne un personnage f�minin fort et mauvais, qui exprime et assume ses d�sirs sexuels. Aucune description trouvée dans une bibliothèque |
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Suffice it to say, I find all gothic novels, no matter how "classic", to be long winded and ridiculous, deserving of Jane Austen's witty mockery. As for this particular one, I can't remember why, but I just know there was something about it that made it the worst of the lot; but in my opinion, they all deserve one star. ( )