#hernani

[gay-impressionist]

le respect est mort et enterré

[lithi]

Having… Hernani thoughts

[shitpostingfromthebarricade]

[persefoneshalott]

So true vicky hugo

[thedalatribune]

© Paolo Dala

Great Storytellers/Great Story-experiencer

Great stories happen to those who can tell them.

Ira Glas

[lafcadiosadventures]

Le principe de la liberté littéraire, déjà compris par le monde qui lit et qui médite, n’a pas été moins complètement adopté par cette immense foule, avide des pures émotions de l’art, qui inonde chaque soir les théâtres de Paris. Cette voix haute et puissante du peuple, qui ressemble à celle de Dieu, veut désormais que la poésie ait la même devise que la politique : tolérance et liberté.

The principle of literary freedom already understood by the world of readers and intellectuals, was no less adopted by this immense mass, avid of the pure sensations of Art that flood every evening the theaters of Paris. This loud and powerful voice of the people that resembles that of God, wants poetry to have the same devise as politics: tolerance and liberty

Victor Hugo, preface to Hernani

[ysalis-analog]

Orona ideo - Hernani

[girlscarpia]

All that extranged nobles in Romatic theater could do was becoming the chief of a bandit gang, living a forbidden love, and die

[firelordgrantham]

Hernani

scrolling through tumblr gives the impression you lot know about les mis and Notre Dame de Paris all you need to know, but don't have a clue about Hugo's plays.

And by that, I mean you miss a lot, because *drums roll* it is not possible to spend twenty pages describing a sewer system in a play, so Hernani or Ruy Blas or such really have Hugo's condensed wits and storylines.

Let's not mention Cromwell because... well... it's hugolian hugo, it could not be played because it needed far too many costumes, decors, actors and everything, and also so many at once that no stage was large enough.

So, what's Hernani about?

*spoilers alert* (obviously), and TW of stalker, kidnapping, suicide and forced marriage.

Hernani is a guy whose father was a noble, but he was executed by the king and his family exiled. Now Hernani is a wandering bandit who only settles near Madrid because there is this girl with whom he is in a complicated love story (reciprocated), her name is Dona Sol.

Dona Sol, who's name means Sun but hey, she deserves it because she attracts a lot of stars around, has three suitors, or rather, a fiancé who is an old relative (her uncle), a lover (Hernani) and a stalker (the new king).

Act I

The king goes under disguise at her house to see her but the maid thinks he's Hernani and hides him in a closet. When Hernani arrives, he jolts out and announces he, too, is in love with Dona Sol who has no clue who he is. The uncle comes back because he had suspicions and sees not one but two men in his niece's bedroom and is having the time of his life, listing all the reasons why and the manners how he'll kill them all, the king reveals his identity and tells him the emperor is dead and how dare he, the uncle, presume he was here for any other reason. Hernani reveals he made an oath to kill the king but won't do it know because there are guards and witnesses and it would just be dumb.

Act II

Reverse situation: not only is Dona Sol outside and so is the king, but this time it's Hernani who arrives, sees the king (instead of the king revealing himself) and he claims they'll have a duel. The king laughs at him and says he won't fight a peasant (basically). Hernani reveals he is the son of this traitor who was executed by the former king twenty years earlier and who everyone forgot about. Then, it's not guards but bandits, from Hernani's troop, who circle the palace, and what does Hernani do? He helps the king escape, because he thinks he is the only one who has the right to kill him. For all of it Dona Sol was in the background wondering what the flake was going on. Hernani and her exchange a few words of love but he has to go then because the king specifically told Hernani he was going to have him killed and the army is coming already.

Now Act III, and if it wasn't spicy enough, it becomes.

Dona Sol is about to marry her uncle when a pilgrim presents himself at the castle. The uncle is like, ''you come to my house on the day of my wedding... ok come in and have a snack'' and lets him alone with his fiancée/niece, which is, for an old guy about to marry a young woman in a french play, a very bad idea, but anyway. The pilgrim is in fact Hernani, whom everyone thought dead, and he starts insulting Dona Sol and telling her she doesn't deserve his love because she's about to marry Olddude McStinky. She shows him she had a dagger because she planned on killing herself before letting anyone but Hernani touch her. Hernani starts bawling his eyes out and insulting himself, saying he doesn't deserve Dona Sol's love for having doubted her. So, like, he is extra, but in both ways.

And then, oh, blimey, who was missing on the picture? The king arrives and tells the uncle he knows he is hiding Hernani, much to the uncle's surprise but since he welcomed him and hospitality is sacred, he finds him a hiding place and tells him to keep quiet. The king starts threatening the uncle but his reaction is to have him visit the family portraits corridor. He lists each and everyone of his ancestors and explains a brave act he did and how they were all so great and he is but a worm before them, and ends by saying basically that he respects the king but he can go flake himself 'cause you know the rules of hospitality and so do I, OldDude is NOT gonna give Hernani up, not gonna let him down, not gonna run around and desert him, and congratulations, you just got rickrolled on an essay about french theatre.

The king, who still loves Dona Sol, says alright, he won't destroy the castle stone by stone (which he threatened between a beheading of the uncle and an arson) because he respects his choice sooooo much BUT he is going to take Dona Sol with him as a proof of Don Ruy Gomes (I think he deserves to be named at some point)'s defeat. Don Ruy then frees Hernani and tells him he is SO going to murder him and Hernani tells him that he's okay with that but first let him see Dona Sol one last time and Don Ruy explains she just left with the king. They both cry their hearts out on each other's shoulder, then Hernani makes an oath (which is a very bad idea when you're in a romantic - XIX° century definition - piece of litterature) that since Don Ruy just saved his life, he is offering him his life and his arm (since Don Ruy is old and can't fight for himself) and will kill the king and then die, basically.

Act IV (yes, there are five acts and you won't believe how these nitwits managed to survive until the fifth)

Since the emperor was dead in the first act, there's a big vote to take place to decide who's next, and the king is one of the candidates. But guess who is in the cellar (or rather the catacombs, next to Charlemagne's tomb, but that's not my point) plotting against the king? Well half a dozen nobles from Spain and other places of course, but also Don Ruy and Hernani.

First thing they do is decide they all want to kill him alright, but if he becomes emperor, it's a divine sign he should not be killed, so they have to act fast before he can become emperor (which means ''ok, God might send a sign telling us not to kill him, let's kill him before God sends it''). But the king was listening! He jumps out of the shadow with a swirl of his cape and a regiment of guards, arrests everyone, takes their cloaks off and sees Don Ruy and Hernani who start arguing about which one of them is going to kill the king because they SO want to kill him so badly! Hernani was the one who was picked to kill (yeah, they wrote their names down, mixed it and picked one name to know who would kill) but Don Ruy wants to just murder his best friend's son (he was a friend of the old king) because he took his bride and come on if you let me kill him I'll revoke the oath you took by which you told me you would kill yourself once the king is dead. Since Hernani is a flaking idiot he refuses and so the king starts telling them they are both stupid and traitors, and then dingading, the bells ring that the king is the new emperor, so every traitor kneels before him and he decides that it's a godly sign (him, too, thinks the result of the vote is a divine sign) that he should show pity to the traitors and lets them all walk free (which, again... is stupid). He also acknoledges that having a kidnapped girl as his queen and empress would not be a very christian way to rule and lets her go with Hernani.

Act V:

Now, that's when the wheatshow starts. Hernani and Dona Sol are getting married, and who comes to their wedding dressed as a mix between a plague doctor and the phantom of the opera, but creepier? Don Ruy. He reminds Hernani he had promised to kill himself when Don Ruy would give the order and... well, gives the order. Hernani tries to plead for love and everything that he is finally with Dona Sol but Don Ruy is adamant he's got to kill himself right here and there. Hernani sighs, says ok, and then tries to kill himself but Dona Sol seizes the poison, drinks half of it and kills herself so they could still be together in death. Hernani drinks the other half since he doesn't want to live anymore if she isn't a part of it, and Don Ruy realizes it was wrong to force a young couple to kill themselves so he just stabs himself to death.

So basically, Hernani, or how to give everyone except the old creep a happy ending before killing them all in five minutes on a balcony is a masterpiece from Hugo's youth. Alternative titles could have been Hernani, or how to do a great story without a sewer system having more screen time than most main characters and Hernani, or how to swirl your cape, hide in a closet, stab everyone including yourself and overall be more a drama queen than a spanish king/noble.

But the best part might be that there was litteraly a BATTLE of Hernani which means people litteraly brawled on the streets of Paris about whether the play was a masterpiece or a garbage fire. There were people injured! There were rotten vegetables thrown on the stage! There were death threats coming from even the highest places of the government towards the actors and Hugo!

[gay-impressionist]

Doña Sol

Je ne vous en veux pas. Seulement j'en mourrai.

Hernani

Mourir ! pour qui ? pour moi ? se peut-il que tu meures

Pour si peu?

[Victor Hugo, Hernani. 1930]

[brexiiton]

Basque Country, Hernani 1996

[polcavabeer]

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[dis-astre]

forever remembering that time in high school when my teacher had the audacity to say "1832 was barely a manifestation, it was like one day and wasn't big nor important" and my friends had to physically restrain me from screaming or throwing her my book

[clove-pinks]

CONCEPT: I have an Early Modern Era phase, but my references are mostly drawn from 19th century writers and artists.

"Hark! I hath decorated mine cod-piece with the finest ribbands of valour!"

"Hast thou seen William Blake's illustrations for The Pilgrim's Progress? 'Tis capital stuff!"

"Hast thee—I mean thou? Wait which one is the 'vous' form? I hath read this in a fanfiction guide once."

[thedalatribune]

© Paolo Dala

The Hernani Job

16 April 2019 Entry:

After our data gathering at the Municipal Hall and our courtesy call with the Mayor we went straight to Canhugas Nature Park… We were still in semi-office clothes when we went up the razor-sharp cliffs of Canhugas. Haha.

[lafcadiosadventures]

(…) nous parlerons aussi, bien en détail, en la ruinant par les raisonnements et par les faits, de cette censure dramatique qui est le seul obstacle à la liberté du théâtre, maintenant qu’il n’y en a plus dans le public. Nous essaierons, à nos risques et périls et par dévouement aux choses de l’art, de caractériser les mille abus de cette petite inquisition de l’esprit, qui a, comme l’autre saint office, ses juges secrets, ses bourreaux masqués, ses tortures, ses mutilations, et sa peine de mort. Nous déchirerons, s’il se peut, ces langes de police dont il est honteux que le théâtre soit encore emmailloté au dix-neuvième siècle.

(…) we will also talk in great detail, and ruin it by way of reason and facts, of this literary censorship which is the only obstacle of Liberty in the theatre, given that there is none anymore among the public. We will attempt, at our own risk and peril and by our devotion to artistic matters, to characterize the thousands of abuses this little Inquisition of the Spirit, that has like the other holy office, its secret judges, its masked hangmen, its tortures, its mutilations, its executions and its death penalty. We will hurt as much as possible these policemen’s nappies that embarrassingly still constraint the theatre in the Nineteenth century.

Victor Hugo, Hernani preface