Since I read Germinal and Nana at the end of 2017, I've slowly been going through the Rougon-Macquart cycle of novels by Zola. I love the way it captures the seedy, corrupt, sexually-charged and all-round hypocritical atmosphere of 19th century French bourgeois life, as well as the colossal economic injustice faced by the working class whose labour kept these middle-class and upper-class sleazebags in their unearned luxury.
In about September of last year, I thought I'd make the effort to read them in the order Zola intended, and it's been my main reading project since then.
I just finished The Dream - the one largely non-naturalistic novel that Zola wrote for the series. I'm not a sentimental person when reading, but this fairy-tale novel of an orphan girl falling in love with the son of a lord made me bawl my eyes out - such a sad, yet hopeful, uplifting and pure story.
I feel a bit more on terra firma with The Conquest of Plassans which I just started reading tonight. The story of a mysterious and seemingly sinister priest who comes to live in the central town of the series, his strange purposes and the double-edged relationship he has with his amiable buffoon of a landlord, it's shaping up to be another entertaining read. Dripping with paranoia, backbiting and a vague sense of foreboding which is increasing chapter by chapter...