Louis Aragon’s Paris Peasant is a very interesting text. It does not depend on a plot to tell a story, as it is a confusing retelling of events. It reminds me in ways of the last book we read. There was not much told and it was told almost as if it were thoughts. Once again, it felt like there was a lot of description for very little content, which is not a bad thing. It makes the reader think more thoughtfully in an attempt to grasp the greater meaning of the text.
Paris Peasant is a very important piece of literature to surrealism as it depends on the reader being able to use their imagination. Aragon relies heavily on description to invoke feelings within the reader. He is able to relate to a wide audience range by using everyday experiences. He explores the underbelly of Paris in a very thoughtful way. “The trouble is that you fail to appreciate the limitless strength of the unreal. Your imagination, my dear fellow, is worth more than you imagine.” (page 61) This quotation stuck out to me as I feel it described one of the major themes of the text. It encapsulates the goal of the surrealism movement as imaginary and avant-garde. I also just found this quotation very thought provoking as it makes one wonder, if imagination was not scorned through adulthood, would there be a difference in the world? Throughout the reading, you can tell that the author truly believed in the importance of surrealism and its contribution to the literary world.
The author uses personification for various objects and themes. This creates a more vivid image in the minds of readers. It makes the reading more enjoyable as you feel you are imagining exactly what the author intended.
A major theme I found troubling in this reading was the depiction and objectification of women. He gets lost on tangents discussing women’s hair, eyes and bodies. My greatest issue with old literature is how women are depicted in the minds of the authors or narrators. It is an obvious answer to my question, but why has there always been a fixation on the appearances of women in literature? So often the quality of a woman is dependent on the way she presents herself. It has always saddened me that male authors present women in an objectified context. Aragon relies on the old ‘ideal’ woman as submissive and shy, waiting to be pursued. Has the idea of a woman needing to be pursued continued on and negatively affected the way that our generations understand dating?