Restif de la Bretonne (1734–1806)

Easily the most sexually mad ranting that has ever been spilled on page from a manic mind, Bretonne wrote an absurd number of books (something like 200), having been helped by owning a printing press - kind of like someone working at Lulu Self-Publishing and having literary ambitions beyond megalomania, anyhow, he went to every extreme in this novel, for the faint hearted or sensitive, this work will have you on the phone to the Censorship Board.

It really covers every sexual taboo and is an show more exercise in being an Anti-Justine, as Bretonne despised de Sade's cruelty to women but adopted his own devastation in the process - you will encounter subjects that are purely ribald descriptions of crazy sexual encounters that are all highly taboo, be prepared for a sexual circus not particularly well written but for me, I loved the obsession and betrayal of any literary merit aside from expelling the author's mad fantasies.

Not everyones cup of tea, think, if you can appreciate a more uncertain mind, you will find something endearing in Nicholas's work. show less

Avec La Vie de mon père(1778), Restif de la Bretonne s'est fait le nouveau Plutarque d'un simple paysan de la région de Tonnerre, un homme de bien dur à la tâche, juste dans ses jugements et ses actions et aux saines mœurs patriarcales. Jamais, dans la littérature française, la classe laborieuse n'avait encore été célébrée de manière aussi fervente. Car si Rétif de la Bretonne parfois enjolive et ne résiste pas à une certaine sentimentalité bien dans le goût de son temps, show more cette peinture d'une paysannerie française heureuse émeut par son authenticité et la finesse de ses détails. Mais La Vie de mon Père est un ouvrage profondément nostalgique. Le monde rural cher au souvenir de son auteur, c'est en effet un âge d'or qu'il oppose à la corruption des mœurs parisiennes et dont il fait mélancoliquement sentir qu'il est déjà révolu. Il y a chez lui quelque chose de la psychologie des Romains de la décadence qui regrettaient les vertus de la République, et là encore, Restif de la Bretonne était bien de cette génération prérévolutionnaire qui appelait à leur restauration. show less

Réstif de la Bretonne, 1734-1806

"My aim, in the composition of this extraordinary work, is the same as that of Pythagoras on his arrival in Italy, to cure humans of the vain fear of death, a fear tripled or multiplied a hundredfold by Christianity." from the preface to his Posthumous Correspondence - Réstif de la Bretonne

Réstif de la Bretonne, French novelist and essayist, author of nearly two hundred books on a vast number of subjects, a writer frequently associated with four fun facts: show more Réstif’s 1769 treatise on prostitution, Le Pornographe, is where we get the word pornography; his term retifism for shoe fetishism was named after him; he continually pushed the envelope on obscenity to test the limits of censorship; and, how he and the Marquis de Sade maintained a mutual hatred (unlike de Sade, Rétif viewed sex as a splendid opportunity to bring great pleasure and delight to oneself and one’s partner). What an innovative thinker and writer.

Black Coat Press has done a great service in making five Réstif de la Bretonne books available to English readers, including Posthumous Correspondence in three separate volumes. Regarding Volume 1, the book under review, translator/adapter Brian Stableford outlines in his twenty page Introduction, the historic and cultural context of de la Bretonne’s work, addressing how the prolific French author maintained quite “modern” views not only respecting morals but even recognizing, many years prior to Charles Darwin, the significance of evolutionary theory, integrating his unique understanding and interpretation of the evolution of various species throughout the cosmos into his fictionalized accounts.

As Mr. Stableford notes and I came to appreciate, the format of Posthumous Correspondence provided the author broad license to fantasize to his heart’s content, shifting focus as he explored death as so many spectacular wonderlands of opportunity. And what exactly is the format of this one-of-a-kind work of the imagination? Answer: a series of letters exchanged between Monsieur de Fontlhète and his beloved wife Hortense.

In this first volume, Monsieur makes contact with Yfflasie and Clarendon, a husband and wife who are now souls without a body since they were victims of a tragic death at the point of orgasm on their wedding night. Fontlhète learns of their many and varied adventures in the afterlife and conveys all the fabulous details to Hortense. As a way of sharing a taste of the contents, here are several highlights:

Monsieur de Fontlhète informs Hortense how she has a foretaste of the perfect happiness awaiting us all after the removal of our bondage to the body: pleasant dreams! As we read in the Preface to this three volume work, the prime motivation for the author in setting pen to paper in the first place was to cure humans of the fear of death, a fear multiplied by the prevalent Christian religion.

Even in the twentieth century, far removed from the days of Restif de la Bretonne, in my boyhood, when I myself listened to or read about souls being tormented in the fires of hell, I sensed there was something disturbing, even sadistic, about such tales. And the last time I heard a buffoonish bigmouth jabbering about men and women not sharing his faith ultimately burning in hell, I reflected that he was at least consistent, since, in many other ways, he had a pronounced sadistic streak.

Three direct quotes where Fontlhète means to lift the spirits of his Hortense: “I shall prepare stories, such as have never been written, because no one has had the opportunity to return to the Source, as I am doing.” “The soul is immortal since it is divine; it will live; it will remember; it will love those it loves.” “Yfflasie and Clarendon had just expired, while embracing. Even Destiny can never separate those who die thus, in the blossoming expansion of amour and procreation: it is the greatest of joys . . . And they united themselves again, with an inexpressible sentiment of tenderness and wellbeing.”

As Fontlhète wishes to lift the spirits of Hortense, so Restif de la Bretonne desires to lift the spirits of his readers. I can assure you, all one hundred letters composed by Fontlhète along with Hortense’s response to each letter make for an exhilarating read.

Fontlhète goes into exquisite detail involving the journeys of Yffflais and Clarendon. “They traveled the globe. They wanted to see all the continents and all the islands. What voluptuousness! They visited the Earth with more facility than a Parisian bourgeois measures his sandy little garden, planted with four lindens in a fan, a lilac and two rose-bushes. They obtained an accurate idea of all nations.”

And not only lands, the two lovers have occasion to meet and speak with the likes of Louis XIII and Louis XIV, Voltaire and Molière and many other notables, learning all sorts of provocative tidbits revolving around the rich and famous and what they are all up to as discorporated souls.

According to Fontlhète, our earthy sphere mirrors the incorporeal world, that everything we experience as humans is an imitation of its higher equivalent. Do I hear echoes of Plato and Plotinus?

Again, all of Fontlhète’s words are made in an effort to remove any feelings of fear or dread we might hold when it comes to death. To underscore the pleasure one will experience after our corporal existence, Fontlhète goes so far as to say: “How mistaken Homer is in assuring us that the estate of souls is so miserable, and that they continually regret their bodies; that idea is immoral, destructive of virtue and courage, and contrary to the truth.”

Toward the end of Volume One, Fontlhète proclaims: “I semi-discorporated myself yesterday, in order to see the continuation of the souls, but alas, man proposes and God disposes; I found myself a winged man, not by means of the graundy invented by the English but with artificial and mechanical wings having a rapid movement of those of the butterflies that one sees in summer sucking from flowers without ever resting or alighting.”

And our letter writer resolves to use his wings and newfound powers for the well-being and benefit of the world. In other words, we have the forerunner of all those familiar comic book flying superheroes who work for truth and justice and battle against the forces of evil. Restif de la Bretonne picks up on this superhero theme as he continues his Posthumous Correspondence in Volume 2. I highly recommend you join the adventure and let your imagination soar. show less

A random but entertaining account of the French Revolution found on eBay! Based on the autobiographical works of eighteenth century novelist Nicolas Restif de la Bretonne (whose kinky passion for women's feet, particularly when shod in pretty slippers, coined the term 'retifism'), American author Alex Karmel penned what he imagined to be Retif's promised account of the French Revolution. Working from additional chapters in 'Monsieur Nicolas' and other works by Retif, My Revolution is part show more biography, part history of the events from 1789-1794, relying solely on first-hand accounts from Retif's writings and other memoirs from the time to avoid modern prejudices. Karmel calls the book 'a sort of collage', where he has 'supplied the composition and cement but borrowed many of the materials'.

Despite the rather bizarre narrator, or the author's take on his words - Retif has strong views on women and their dress, particularly footwear, which boils over into obsession: 'If you examine the individuals who try to confuse the two sexes you will always find vicious creatures' - I enjoyed this familiar promenade through the streets of Revolutionary Paris. I have read a few books on the topic, mostly fiction (Orczy primarily) but also historical sources, and Retif, though Republican, and Karmel, American, strike a fair balance between love and enthusiasm for the cause and stoicism in the final months of the Terror: 'Paris remains calm. Paris remains Paris'. show less