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Jacques the Fatalist and His Master by Michael Henry, Martin Hall, Denis Diderot

sidharthvardhan's review against another edition

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4.0


So I'm sitting in my place when the door bell rings. I open the door to find a girl with chocolaty curly hair whom I never have seen before, she takes hold of my hand with both her hands imploring me to help her. Suddenly I'm a superhero and she is a damsel in distress, and so I ask her what is wrong? And she sighing and almost sobbing tells me...

"Tells you what?" You ask.

Why do you care? It is not a story, it is supposed to be a review of Jacques the fatalist.

“There is no book more innocent than a bad book”

Denis Diderot was a polymath. Philosophy, theatre, literature, science– he was involved in them all and his efforts during the enlightenment age earned praises from his contemporary Voltaire. He championed the cause of freedom of speech and that of Science, which wasn't much liked by church. Like Voltaire, he was an atheist. This might lead you to believe that he wrote this ‘chronicle’ to satirize the protagonist but the very opposite is the case.

Well, talking about fatalism, it reminds of a women ... no, not the women with chocolaty curly hair though if it was a novel, that would definitly have been the case, but this is real life. The woman I'm now talking about, a friend, told me how this one time she was sitting in a casino and losing constantly when this guy in a black suit comes in, 'very ugly to be honest but except for that very very charming' - as she put it. And now she was about to leave having nothing but bad luck that day but he somehow persuaded her to try again for number six and with all her money - and again and again, for three times and she won each time. Obviously happy, she was soon drinking with him asking him who he was and he told her ..

"And what did he say?" You ask again.

Again, always putting your nose in other people's business, aren't we? It is a review remember? Dont distract me.

The image that springs up in one’s mind when one thinks of a fatalist is of someone who won’t make an effort to improve his or her life or fight against his or her troubles but Jacques is not like that. He is very active, clever and always trying to enjoy his life. His fatalism is more of a belief in determinism – he believes there is no free-will, everything shall happen according to ‘what is written on high’, but it doesn’t stop him from trying, taking necessary caution against dangers, putting on resistance etc.

Diderot himself didn’t believe that there is a God who has written something but he believed that everything that happens springs from a cause and that cause itself has a cause and so on. And so there is no free-will. He wanted to tell us how even someone believing in such fatalism won't be too immoral or a defeatist.

But really I'm too excited to tell you about the story of that girl with chocolaty curly hair and so she tells me that she has a cockroach in the house and that I must ...

But you are laughing. What did you expect? Dragons? Though if it was a novel, it would definitely have been something more sinister - dragons, vampires,zombies, aliens, ghosts etc. As it is I was even scared of cockroaches too and so ....

"We would rather hear the end of casino girl story."You say.

But I want to tell this one.

"But we want to hear that one or we will leave." You say.

(Angrily) All right, I guess it is written on high. So the ugly guy is just about to tell her his story when he notices something wrong with his drink and tells her to wait a second as he leaves to complain about it.

Now you might have noticed above, I called it a chronicle instead of a .....

And now you are still pestering me to finish the story first.

But he has gone to complain, let him. Meanwhile let me finish with the review. Now you might have noticed.....

"But the story?"

Oh grow up! Now you might have...

"Please. I know that ugly charming man is devil. And 666 he wanted her to play and how he was sure she will win and..."

I will finish it in due time but we are here to review a novel.

You sit back, disappointed.

Now you might have noticed above, I called it a chronicle instead of a novel, and it is because our author keeps on reminding you of that. It involves references to a number of real people. And then Diderot, who doesn’t like novels as they have a number of convenient coincidences, keeps on interrupting the story to tell you how a novelist would have written it. There is a lot of meta-humor in there. And there are constant interruptions (from writer, reader - people like you, characters, fate etc.) and some unfinished stories – giving it a whole ‘If on a winter night’ feel. There is another similarity – the reader with his or her constant questions and demands that interrupt the story and annoy the author, seems to have some sort of personality of his own.

Okay finished, to get on with the story, where were we?

"He had gone to complain about his drink."

Yes I remember. And our lady is waiting in desperation, she no longer wants to leave without knowing about him. She is one of those curious souls who must hear end of everything ... like you.

You mutter under your breath 'now he is being sarcastic again'

Did you say something?

"Just that you are such a great story teller."

*flattered* Oh me thanks. So as I was saying she is waiting and finally he comes back and still angry tells her how these waiters are no good. From his very long lament, our lady learns that he is manager of casino... see not a devil, though if it was a novel..

"Ya, ya, then it could easily have been devil. Go on."


... and before long she guesses that he manipulated the game to make her win so that he could impress her and get her into bed. And she has lost her curiosity, she is no longer interested. She is about to leave... oh ! Wait I just remembered I must add something to review.

You just stare at me with furious eyes.

The central story itself is not much – it starts in middle and ends in middle. The book begins when Jacques and his Master are on a journey from some unrevealed starting point to some unrevealed destination. In the end, they still haven’t reached the destination – kind of like ‘Waiting for Godot’ except that instead of waiting they are walking. And like Aesop from one of Jacques' anecdotes and also like most of us living our life, they end up somewhere other than they planned.

With my references to ‘If on a Winter’s Night’ and ‘Waiting for Godot’, you can imagine how far ahead of its times the book was. It is also the funniest book I have read this year.

*furiously*"Are you done with your stupid review?"

Yes.

"Then finish the story"

The one about girl with chocolaty, curly hair?

*patiently* "No one about ugly charming manager"

Okay, so my friend was about to leave when this manager tells her something due to which they are still together to date and she is still head over heals in love with him. (*Mutters under his breath* 'and now I will have revenge for not being permitted to finish the chocolaty curly hair girl story.. oh! That girl')

"What did tou say?"

"Nothing."

*still suspicious* "Go on."

.... what he tells her is that how after his graduation, he ... but wait, I just remembered that she had told me this story in confidence, I can't give away her secret plus *quietly stands up and step backwards, towards the door* it might affect their marriage. You don't want that, do you? So I will have to take a leave. Bye.
*escapes*

mammadst's review against another edition

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adventurous funny reflective medium-paced
  • Plot- or character-driven? Character
  • Loveable characters? Yes
  • Diverse cast of characters? It's complicated
  • Flaws of characters a main focus? It's complicated

4.0

eliathereader's review against another edition

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2.0

Nereye gidiyorlardı? İnsan nereye gittiğini bilir mi ki?
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Dünya Klasikleri Okuma Kulübünün Mayıs ayı kitabı Kaderci Jacques ve Efendisi’ydi. Daha öncesinde adını duymadığım için meraklandığım bir okumaydı. Farklı bir anlatıma sahip klasiklerden. Hem esprili bir dil kullanılmış hem de katmanlı bir yapıya sahip ve hikaye içerisinde hikaye bulunuyor. Diyaloglar kitapta bolca bulunuyor ve bu yandan Sokrates’e selam çakmakta. Aynı zamanda yazar da sık sık anlatıma müdahale olmakta özellikle bir kurgu metin okuttuğunu da sürekli olarak hatırlatıyor. Kitapta kısaca bir uşak ve efendisinin yolculuğu anlatılıyor. Uşak Jacques kaderci bir bakış açısına sahip alında ne yazıldıysa (burada elbette yazara da atıf yapılıyor ki yazar da ‘kader yazma’ konusunda Jacques üzerinden bolca duruyor) onun yaşanıldığı inancına sahip. Efendi bir yandan onun hikayelerini dinlerken bir yandan da kendi zaman dilimine odaklanmaya çalışıyor. Don Kişot ve Tristam Shandy’e de atıflar mevcut ki 1. kitabı çok severim, 2.’sini ne yazık ki henüz okumadım ama çok merak ettiklerimden. Kaderci Jacques ve Efendisi başlarda çok keyif aldığım bir kitaptı ama ilerledikçe açıkçası beğenim azaldı. Felsefi sorgulamalar yönünden önemli kabul edilen bir kitapmış bu yönden okuduğuma da sevindim. Ayrıca klasiklere kıyasla farklı bir tarza sahip olması da hoşuma gitti ama ne yazık ki büyük bir keyifle okuyamadım. Farklı metinlerden hoşlananların beğeneceğini düşünüyorum.

baharshahraki's review against another edition

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4.0

واقعا یکی از شاهکارهای ادبیات فرانسه ست. کتابی که سه تا راوی داره و هزاران داستان تو دل یه داستان روایت میشه.

annaelle's review against another edition

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4.0

briser le 4ème mur au cinéma ?
diderot l’a fait et l’a divinement bien employé dans ce roman du 18ème. c’était très rafraîchissant et assez inattendu je dois dire
ceci dit même en prenant en compte les mœurs de l’époque et le contexte temporel de l’œuvre la sympathie que j’avais pour jacques et son maître est assez vite partie…

mais alors c’était tout de même une superbe lecture !

laieta's review against another edition

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3.0

Jacques: «Nos pasamos tres cuartas partes de la vida queriendo y no haciendo. [...] Y haciendo sin querer».

aliesvaartjes's review against another edition

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5.0

Jacques, let's now continue with the story of your loves

thebookthiefgirl's review against another edition

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4.0

“Na vida não sabemos com que devemos alegrar-nos e com que devemos afligir-nos. O bem traz consigo o mal, o mal traz consigo o bem! Caminhamos pela noite por baixo do que está escrito lá em cima, igualmente insensatos nos nossos desejos, na nossa alegria e na nossa aflição. Quando choro, verifico muitas vezes que sou um tolo.”


Os livros da coleção Ricardo Araújo Pereira não têm como desiludir, garantindo humor pela certa. Diderot escreveu “Jacques, o Fatalista” em 1773 e este só viria a ser publicado depois da sua morte. Este será provavelmente dos maiores clássicos humorísticos de todos os tempos. Se não é, devia ser

anna_near's review against another edition

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3.0

Existentialism makes me want to kill myself.

Like all philosophical literature, this book is about two guys talking to each-other. However, unlike real men, these two were actually funny. The plot, however, was disjointed and lacking in coherence in several places that made it hard to get through. The acclaim given to the author is astounding because his prose made me unreasonably mad. I know absolutely nothing about Diderot, but I would bet my life that if he was alive today, he'd have a porn addiction and live with his mother.

I will say I'm glad I read it, if only because it gave me a chance to impress my friends by casually dropping phrases like 'existentialist ennui' into everyday conversation.

kiriamarin's review against another edition

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4.0

Então temos uma cena comum no século XVII, dois viajantes à cavalo numa estrada pelo interior da França,numa conversa informal mas logo descobrimos que são de classes sociais diferentes:Jacques o "servo" e o seu "Mestre", sem nome.

Essas barreiras e papéis são logo subvertidas porque Jacques é o protagonista e contador de estórias dessa obra que intriga ,irrita,fascina o narrador,seu Mestre , um ouvinte. Um tagarela conversador, que domina as palavras
e a narrativa ,com as estórias e causos de sua vida e de conhecidos, por onde passa. Um humilde filosofo,ora vulgar,ora profundo, uma figura irreverente,
carismática, que tem seu modo de viver resumido neste
motif derivado de Spinoza " Está escrito acima " que traz pra trama lições e reflexões filosóficos sobre o livre arbítrio e destino nas ações humanas.

Mestre: "Um bom contador de histórias é um homem raro.
JACQUES: E é exatamente por isso que eu não gosto de histórias - a menos que eu esteja contando.
MESTRE: Você prefere falar mal a ficar quieto. JACQUES: Isso é verdade. MESTRE: E eu prefiro ouvir alguém falando mal do que absolutamente nada."

Além de tecer uma olhadela na vida dos simples plebeus e nobres do interior da França, com suas morais tradições e comportamento corrompidas e hipócritas.
Afinal a vida humana debaixo do firmamento é previsível,porém nunca entediante .

"A vida é uma série de mal-entendidos. Existem os mal-entendidos de amor, os mal-entendidos de amizade, os mal-entendidos de política, finanças, igreja, lei, comércio, mulheres, maridos..."

Uma leitura fácil e prazerosa que me lembrou uma das minhas leituras favoritas deste ano :"Lucas Procopio " do Autran Dourado que também tem influencias de Dom Quixote e seu parceiro Sancho Pança.

Como o narrador remete ao leitor, destas estórias tirem sua própria conclusão.