and 1829, the year that published for the first time this written by Victor Hugo, but the author remains anonymous. Europe is going through a time when man's reason seems to lead the world toward a better fate, free of unnecessary wars and barbarism, and yet, on the Place de Greve, men are executed, under the blows the guillotine, before an audience of right-thinking people paying the seats on the terraces around the square to get a better roll the head of the offender, as a sort of cinema of the nineteenth century.
"All those people will laugh, clap hands and cheer. Among men, free and unknown to the guards, they run towards euphoric performance, among the crowd of heads that will cover the square, more than one head will be doomed to follow sooner or later the mine, in the red basket. More than one that comes to me, we will go for him.
In a fixed point in the Place de Greve, there is a place for those beings fatal fatale, a center of attraction, a trap. We run around until you are inside. " [1]
Victor Hugo considers Dernier jour a sort of public harangue disguised as narrative, in favor of the death penalty, openly embracing the thought Beccaria (On Crimes and Punishments, 1764).
The novel is about the last days of a condemned man of whom we know nothing: they are given few clues about the crime committed, age, social extraction, as if to represent the totality of its sentenced to death. That goes for a king or for the last bandit of the people, life can not be removed by anyone except by God
The alleged immediacy the equally alleged quality of this painless death that someone would call today 'surgical', had for decades supported the hypothesis that the guillotine was operating on the rei, as it were, beneficially: killing the body, but not hell. One consequence of this death was certainly softened the worsening of the public nature of performance: the reduction of pain in condemned by itself justify the presence of an audience of all ages - even of an audience, so to speak sensitive.
"They say there is nothing which does not suffer, they say it's a sweet end, that death in this way is much simplified.
What does it mean, then in six weeks of this agony? What is the meaning of this day irreparable anguish that goes by so slowly and so quickly? And this scale of torture that results in the gallows?
But apparently, suffer not that. What
blood s'esaurisca drop by drop, or that intelligence is a turn off thought after another, maybe two are not identical spasms? "(Ibid., p.70)
What remains vivid reading , is the continuing torture of the time. This time in the race, and eventually steals another life, if not a face is not missing an imposing presence, is contained in each sentence, directing the rhythmic cadence of the language follows the movement of the pendulum.
"The one and a quarter.
Here's what I feel at this moment:
A violent pain in the head. Cold loins, his forehead burning. Every time I bend or m'alzo, it is as if a liquid is stirred in the head that sends the brain to slam against the walls of the skull.
I have some jerky shots, and as a prey to an electric shock pen from time to time I drop by the hand.
My eyes burn as if I were in the smoke.
I hurt my elbow.
again two hours and forty minutes, and I will be healed. "(Ibid., p.. 70)
The pace of the word can not conjugate admirably with the antithesis. The life and death, imprisonment and freedom, and the open ended, darkness and light, dream and reality, the low and high, before and after death, the condemned man to the king, adversative couples are the main means of which the monologue of Dernier jour shatters into a myriad of phrases, often short and proceed to one another sometimes for resonance or dissonance.
"At that moment the outer door Has Opened with two leaves. A furious clamor, cold air, a white light broke up with me in the dark. From the bottom of the dark lodge, all of a sudden I saw through the rain a thousand faces screaming people crammed onto the ramp of the great staircase of the palace ... "(ibid., pag.82).
[1] Hugo V. (1828) On the last day of a condemned man, Mondadori, Milan, 1998, p. 79.
"All those people will laugh, clap hands and cheer. Among men, free and unknown to the guards, they run towards euphoric performance, among the crowd of heads that will cover the square, more than one head will be doomed to follow sooner or later the mine, in the red basket. More than one that comes to me, we will go for him.
In a fixed point in the Place de Greve, there is a place for those beings fatal fatale, a center of attraction, a trap. We run around until you are inside. " [1]
Victor Hugo considers Dernier jour a sort of public harangue disguised as narrative, in favor of the death penalty, openly embracing the thought Beccaria (On Crimes and Punishments, 1764).
The novel is about the last days of a condemned man of whom we know nothing: they are given few clues about the crime committed, age, social extraction, as if to represent the totality of its sentenced to death. That goes for a king or for the last bandit of the people, life can not be removed by anyone except by God
The alleged immediacy the equally alleged quality of this painless death that someone would call today 'surgical', had for decades supported the hypothesis that the guillotine was operating on the rei, as it were, beneficially: killing the body, but not hell. One consequence of this death was certainly softened the worsening of the public nature of performance: the reduction of pain in condemned by itself justify the presence of an audience of all ages - even of an audience, so to speak sensitive.
"They say there is nothing which does not suffer, they say it's a sweet end, that death in this way is much simplified.
What does it mean, then in six weeks of this agony? What is the meaning of this day irreparable anguish that goes by so slowly and so quickly? And this scale of torture that results in the gallows?
But apparently, suffer not that. What
blood s'esaurisca drop by drop, or that intelligence is a turn off thought after another, maybe two are not identical spasms? "(Ibid., p.70)
What remains vivid reading , is the continuing torture of the time. This time in the race, and eventually steals another life, if not a face is not missing an imposing presence, is contained in each sentence, directing the rhythmic cadence of the language follows the movement of the pendulum.
"The one and a quarter.
Here's what I feel at this moment:
A violent pain in the head. Cold loins, his forehead burning. Every time I bend or m'alzo, it is as if a liquid is stirred in the head that sends the brain to slam against the walls of the skull.
I have some jerky shots, and as a prey to an electric shock pen from time to time I drop by the hand.
My eyes burn as if I were in the smoke.
I hurt my elbow.
again two hours and forty minutes, and I will be healed. "(Ibid., p.. 70)
The pace of the word can not conjugate admirably with the antithesis. The life and death, imprisonment and freedom, and the open ended, darkness and light, dream and reality, the low and high, before and after death, the condemned man to the king, adversative couples are the main means of which the monologue of Dernier jour shatters into a myriad of phrases, often short and proceed to one another sometimes for resonance or dissonance.
"At that moment the outer door Has Opened with two leaves. A furious clamor, cold air, a white light broke up with me in the dark. From the bottom of the dark lodge, all of a sudden I saw through the rain a thousand faces screaming people crammed onto the ramp of the great staircase of the palace ... "(ibid., pag.82).
[1] Hugo V. (1828) On the last day of a condemned man, Mondadori, Milan, 1998, p. 79.
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