Pierre-Jules Renard or Jules Renard (February 22, 1864- May 22, 1910) was a French author and member of the Académie Goncourt, most famous for the
works Poil de Carotte (Carrot hair) (1894) and Les Histoires Naturelles (Natural Histories) (1896). Among his other
works are Le Plaisir de rompre (The Pleasure of Breaking) (1898) and Huit jours à la campagne (Eight Days in the
Countryside) (1906).
Early life
The child of François Renard and Anna-Rose Colin, Renard was born by chance in Châlons du
Maine, Mayenne where his father was working on the construction of a railroad. Renard
grew up in Chitry-les-Mines, (Nièvre). He had three older
siblings. Amélie (b. 1858), died at a young age. A second child was also named Amélie (b. 1859). A third child, Maurice, was born
before Pierre-Jules in 1862. Renard's childhood was characterized as difficult and sad ("un grand
silence roux" or "a great ruddy silence"). Although he decided not to attend the prestigious École normale supérieure, love of literature would eventually dominate his life. From
1885-1886, he served in the military in Bourges.
Adult life and career
On April 28 1888, Renard married Marie Morneau. He and his
wife lived at 44 rue du Rocher in Paris. He began to attend literary cafés and to
contribute to Parisian newspapers. Among his steady friends were Alfred Capus and
Lucien Guitry. Jules Renard wrote poems, short stories, short plays, novels and his famous
Poil de carotte. He was elected mayor ("maire") of Chitry on May
15 1904 as the socialist candidate and became member of
the Académie Goncourt in 1907, thanks to
Octave Mirbeau. He died of arteriosclerosis in
Paris.
Work
Some of Jules Renard's works take their inspiration from the countryside he loved in the Nièvre region. His character
portraits are sharp, ironic and sometimes cruel (in his Histoires naturelles he humanizes animals and animalizes men) and
he was an active supporter of pacifism and anticlericalism (apparent in La Bigote).
- His journal (1897 to 1910, published in 1925) is a masterpiece of introspection, irony, humor and nostalgia, and also
provides an important glimpse into the literary life.
- The British writer Somerset Maugham, was influenced to publish his own
well-known journals by the example of Renard.
In the introduction to his own work A Writer's Notebook, Maugham wrote an apt summary of the virtues of Renard's
journal: "The journal is wonderfully good reading. It is extremely amusing. It is witty and subtle and often wise... Jules Renard
jotted down neat retorts and clever phrases, epigrams, things seen, the sayings of people and the look of them, descriptions of
scenery, effects of sunshine and shadow, everything, in short, that could be of use to him when he sat down to write for
publication."
Works
Novels
- Crime de village (1888)
- Sourires pincés (1890)
- L'écornifleur (1892)
- La lanterne sourde (1893)
- Coquecigrues (1893)
- Deux fables sans morale (1893)
- Le coureur de filles (1894)
- Histoires naturelles (1894) (text)
- Poil de carotte (1894) (text)
- Le vigneron dans sa vigne (1894)
- La maîtresse (1896)
- Bucoliques (1898)
- Les Philippe (1907)
- Patrie (1907)
- Mots d'écrit (1908)
- Ragotte (1909)
- Nos frères farouches (1909)
- Causeries (1910)
- L'œil clair (1913)
- Les cloportes (1919)
Plays
- La demande (1895)
- Le plaisir de rompre (1897)
- Le pain de ménage (1898)
- Poil de Carotte (1900)
- Monsieur Vernet (1903)
- La Bigote (1909)
- Huit jours à la campagne (1912)
Journal
- Journal, 1897-1910 (1925) (text)
Quotes
- It is not how old you are but how you are old
- Writing is an occupation in which you have to keep proving your talent to people who have none.
- Culture is what's left after you have forgotten everything.
- I don't know if God exists, but it would be better for His reputation if He didn't.
- Look for the ridiculous in everything, and you will find it.
- If money does not make you happy; give it back.
- Writing is the only way to talk without being interrupted.
- If one were to build the house of happiness, the largest space would be the waiting room.
- Dying serves no purpose so die now.
- The horse is the only animal into which one can bang nails.
- We don't understand life any better at forty than at twenty, but we know it and admit it.
- I find when I do not think of myself I do not think at all.
- Failure is not the only punishment for laziness; there is also the success of others.
- Laziness is nothing more than the habit of resting before you get tired.
- The only man who is really free is the one who can turn down an invitation to dinner without giving an excuse.
- Writing is the only profession where no one considers you ridiculous if you earn no money.
- As I grow to understand life less and less, I learn to live it more and more.
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