Three Plays by Brieux

Three Plays by Brieux - With a Preface by Bernard Shaw

After the death of Ibsen, Brieux confronted Europe as the most important dramatist west of Russia. In that kind of comedy which is so true to life that we have to call it tragi-comedy, and which is not only an entertainment but a history and a criticism of contemporary morals, he is incomparably the greatest writer France has produced since Molire. The French critics who take it for granted that no contemporary of theirs could possibly be greater than Beaumarchais are really too modest. They have never read Beaumarchais, and therefore do not know how very little of him there is to read, and how, out of the two variations he wrote on his once famous theme, the second is only a petition in artistic and intellectual bankruptcy. Had the French theatre been capable of offering a field to Balzac, my proposition might have to be modified. But as it was no more able to do that than the English theatre was to enlist the genius of Dickens, I may say confidently that in that great comedy which Balzac called the comedy of humanity, to be played for the amusement of the gods rather than for that of the French public, there is no summit in the barren plain that stretches from Mount Molire to our own times until we reach Brieux. x It is reserved for some great critic to give us a study of the psychology of the XIX century. Those of us who as adults saw it face to face in that last moiety of its days when one fierce hand after anotherMarxs, Zolas, Ibsens, Strindbergs, Turgeniefs, Tolstoysstripped its masks off and revealed it as, on the whole, perhaps the most villainous page of recorded human history, can also recall the strange confidence with which it regarded itself as the very summit of civilization, and talked of the past as a cruel gloom that had been dispelled for ever by the railway and the electric telegraph. But centuries, like men, begin to find themselves out in middle age. The youthful conceit of the nineteenth had a splendid exponent in Macaulay, and, for a time, a gloriously jolly one during the nonage of Dickens. There was certainly nothing morbid in the air then: Dickens and Macaulay are as free from morbidity as Dumas pre and Guizot. Even Stendhal and Prosper Merime, though by no means burgess optimists, are quite sane. When you come to Zola and Maupassant, Flaubert and the Goncourts, to Ibsen and Strindberg, to Aubrey Beardsley and George Moore, to DAnnunzio and Echegaray, you are in a new and morbid atmosphere. French literature up to the middle of the XIX century was still all of one piece with Rabelais, Montaigne and Molire. Zola breaks that tradition completely: he is as different as Karl Marx from Turgot or Darwin from Cuvier. ......Buy Now (To Read More)

Product details

Ebook Number: 46992
Author: Brieux, Eugène
Release Date: Sep 28, 2014
Format: eBook
Language: English

Contributors

Translator: Hankin, St. John, 1869-1909, Pollock, John, 1878-1963, Shaw, Charlotte Frances, 1857-1943