“Everything was misty. It was the terrified end of a day melting into the night of death.”
My Rating : *4 Stars*
Depressing, quite depressing.
This story is based on the 1875 flood of the Garonne River in Toulouse, France and as it was reported nearly 3000 lives were lost. This event inspired Zola to write this short story, The Flood, which is set in the village of Saint-Jory.
It’s a story of a seventy-year-old farmer, Louis Roubien, who lives with his family: his brothers, grandchildren, sisters and his children.
Zola tells how Roubien family, after struggling for a very long period of time finally tastes prosperity and become one of the richest family(or maybe the only richest family) in the village. They own vast lands that they use for farming and cattle farms and how they have it all in abundance. When the story begins, it is shown that this is their best year.
To quote Roubien:”For fourteen years I battled with the earth for my daily bread. At last, prosperity smiled on we, and last month I was still the richest farmer in the parish. Our house seemed blessed, happiness resigned here. The sun was our brother, and I cannot recall a bad crop.”
Zola used powerful imagery to describe the beauty of the village, of setting sun and imagery which ensue peace.
“The sky was blue, an immense blue sheet of profound purity, in which the rays of the setting sun were like a golden dust. Never had I seen the village drowsing in so sweet a peace.”
But then the evening transcended to the blind wrath of nature and it’s beauty turned itself into a devil that brought destruction and death for the villagers.
And the events that followed it were quite disturbing for me. Death engulfed everyone one by one and throughout the night, they faced loss.
In the hour of darkness, Zola through his story portrays, fear and desperation to get out of the clench of death and how in the hours of destruction individuals show their heroism, and do everything to save their loved ones.
Louis lost his whole family by the break of dawn and he felt the pure loss as a single night took away everything from him: his family, his prosperity, and happiness. And he was so weak that he couldn’t do anything and there he was left all alone mourning his loss.
“Then nothing, nothing, a black pit, oblivion.”
I loved this story and totally worth reading.
You can download it, The Flood.