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Une édition de référence de Jacques le fataliste et son maître de Denis Diderot, spécialement conçue pour la lecture sur les supports numériques.

« Comment s’étaient-ils rencontrés ? Par hasard, comme tout le monde. Comment s’appelaient-ils ? Que vous importe ? D’où venaient-ils ? Du lieu le plus prochain. Où allaient-ils ? Est-ce que l’on sait où l’on va ? Que disaient-ils ? Le maître ne disait rien ; et Jacques disait que son capitaine disait que tout ce qui nous arrive de bien et de mal ici-bas était écrit là-haut. » (Incipit.)
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Release dateJan 1, 2012
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Denis Diderot

Denis Diderot (1713-1784) was a French philosopher, art critic, and writer of erotic fiction. Born into wealth, he studied philosophy at a Jesuit college before attempting to enter the clergy. In 1734, tiring of religion, he declared his wish to become a professional writer, and was disowned by his father. From this point onward, he lived as a bohemian in Paris, writing anonymous works of erotica, including The Talking Jewels (1748). In 1751, he cofounded the Encyclopédie, a controversial resource on the sciences that drew condemnation from the church and the French government. Despite his relative obscurity and lack of financial success, he was later recognized as a foundational figure in the radicalization of French society prior to the Revolution.

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  • Rating: 5 out of 5 stars
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    I love this book and have already started to reread it in anticipation of my French book club's discussion. Diderot pays unabashed obeisance to Sterne's Tristram Shandy with his constantly interrupted, disrupted, and recommenced tale. As noted in the Preface to the novel (or anti-novel, as Diderot might have considered it)Jacques le fataliste is composed of one long chapter (over 300 pages in this edition)and includes around 60 characters, 21 stories and 180 breaks in the narrative. This is 18th century postmodernism and more evidence (if you're not yet convinced) that contemporary literary "experiments" have illustrious antecedents. Jacques (the fatalist) questions our ideas about fate, accident, human liberty, the (im)possibility of judging the morality of human actions as well as our notions of what constitutes a novel. It's a road trip (on horseback), a more than twice-told tale, and a carnivalesque romp with some serious underpinnings.
  • Rating: 4 out of 5 stars
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    Enjoyable for a view into the mind of one of the leading philosophs of France during the time of Voltaire.
  • Rating: 5 out of 5 stars
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    Diderot is one of my favorite writers and I've only read this book from him. Do I need to say more? One of the funniest and most intelligent books I've ever read.
  • Rating: 3 out of 5 stars
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    'Jacques le Fataliste et son maître' is hardly a novel. In fact, it's a very clever parody on the clichés of narration, blind faith and many other things. One should always keep in mind that this is a conceptual novel, written to challenge the standards and thoughts of 18th century France.

    Jacques is marked by a form of extreme fatalism - everything that happens to him happens because it was 'meant to be so'; everything is 'written in the stars'. There is, however, no mention of a God who determines this course of events, which points towards an atheism of Diderot's part. Ironically, the figure of Jacques dominates that of his Master, who is much more passive and lacks the talktative nature of Jacques. Whereas the conversations between Jacques and his Master challenge the philosophical and social climate of the time, the narrator exposes the problems of the novel form. Diderot often underlines the fact that this book is in fact not a novel, but a truthful representation of events. Again, this is very ironic, since the narrator intrudes often and violently. The main problems are verisimilitude (how true is a story?) and the boundaries of the author (what is and isn't possible in a novel?).

    The whole makes for a very fragmented book, with lots of unfinished stories and puzzling events. This does not, however, mean that the structure of the book is completely random. The chaos of events and stories hides a very clever attempt to challenge the central themes of 18th century literature, and makes this book a very unique document.
  • Rating: 4 out of 5 stars
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    A wonderful "anti-novel", obviously inspired in part by Tristram Shandy, teasing the reader with all sorts of ideas about how narrative works in an endless and constantly-interrupted discussion between the valet Jacques and his employer as they make their way from somewhere unspecified to somewhere else. We get humour both subtle and coarse; the odd bit of good old-fashioned slapstick; high-flying philosophical discussions; love stories high and low; all manner of knavery; discourses on medicine, law, religion, finance and cart-making; and more than a bit of down-to-earth common sense. At one point we even get an authorial aside of a couple of pages defending the use of the French "F-word" in print with arguments that are still just as valid today as they were 200 years ago.Between the lines, Diderot has a go at putting us right about social relations in France shortly before the revolution: even if Jacques' peasant bolshieness is an exaggeration, there's no way we can fit his nameless "Maître" into the traditional category of big-wigged aristocrats with absolute power over their peasants. This is a world where the minor gentry, at least, are all in debt to middle-class tradesmen or crooked moneylenders and can't go around offending people at will. Philosophers, on the other hand, seem to be quite happy to offend everyone...Like so many light, effortlessly discursive books, it seems to have had a difficult birth: Diderot tinkered with it and expanded it over a period of some twenty years. There's obviously more to it than fun and paradox. Diderot's trying to make us think, evidently, and pushing his belief that the world is not as ordered and straightforward as we might think. An alarmingly modern way of looking at things. Obviously, part of it is the recurrent theme of determinism implied by Jacques and his catch-phrase "il est écrit là-haut". We don't get a Candide-style rubbishing of an over-simplified philosophical idea - while Jacques' fatalism is clearly ridiculous, and his behaviour isn't consistent with a belief that everything is predetermined, Diderot also takes care to remind us how difficult it is to demonstrate free will. In the interpolated stories, we're often forced into paradoxical moral positions. Against our best instincts, we are led to admire the tricksters and look down on their dupes, except in the case of Mme de La Pommeraye, who ought by rights to have our sympathy, but loses it because her revenge is so out of proportion with the offence that provokes it.