Beatrix
1839
In a provincial French town, a devastating love triangle unfolds between a passionate young man, his married beloved, and a scorned suitor whose obsession festers into revenge. Camusel has abandoned all prospects to be near Beatrix, a woman trapped in a marriage that deadens her spirit, and their affair has become the talk of society. But when the Count of Champignelles, whose own love Beatrix rejected years ago, returns to demand what he believes is owed to him, the delicate web of secret meetings and suppressed truths begins to unravel. Balzac dissects the anatomy of desire with surgical precision: the intoxication of forbidden love, the cruelty of social codes that punish passion in women but forgive it in men, and the way old wounds curdle into something far darker than mere heartbreak. This is nineteenth-century French provincial life stripped of romance, where hearts are currency and reputation is armor. For readers who crave psychological intensity and the slow, exquisite torture of watching love become leverage, Beatrix offers both.
Editions
X-Ray
“Борьба имеет свою прелесть. Бороться - значит жить, пусть борьба приносит горе, пусть она ранит, - все лучше, чем беспросветный мрак отвращения, яд презрительной замкнутости, холод тех, кто отрекся от борьбы, чем смерть сердца, которая зовется равнодушием.””
— Honoré de Balzac
“France, especially in Brittany, still possesses certain towns completely outside of the movement which gives to the nineteenth century its peculiar characteristics.””
— Honoré de Balzac
“Félicité knew neither father nor mother, and was her own mistress from childhood. . . . Chance thrust her into the fields of science and the imagination and the world of literature, instead of loaving her in the small, tight circle of frivolous education traced for women - a mother's instruction in how to dress, in the hypocritical proprieties of society, in the arts of hunting a man.””
— Honoré de Balzac
“Um grande amor é um crédito aberto a uma potência tão voraz, que o momento da falência chega sempre.””
— Honoré de Balzac
