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Candide: A Dual-Language Book
Candide: A Dual-Language Book
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Evergreen in its appeal, Candide makes us laugh at human folly and marvel at our reluctance to face reality and the truth. Voltaire's brilliant satire, first published in Paris in 1759, is relentless and unsparing. Virtue and vice, religion and romance, philosophy and science — all are fair game.
Through the adventures of young Candide, his love Cunégonde, and his mentor Dr. Pangloss, we experience life's most crushing misfortunes. And we see the redeeming wisdom those misfortunes can bring — all the while enjoying Voltaire's witty burlesque of human excess.
In this unique volume, readers who wish to follow every nuance of Voltaire's classic tale in the original French can do so with the aid of a new and exacting English translation on facing pages. Shane Weller's critical introduction illuminates the satire of Candide and the reasons for its enduring appeal.
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  • Rating: 3 out of 5 stars
    3/5
    Wish I knew what everyone sees in this one. I've known a few people who have claimed this as one of their favorite works, and to me, anyway, this book appears so slight when compared with other classical works. But then, allegory was never my favorite form of literature. I can completely understand Balzac, or Zola, or Flaubert. They were amazing writers, and you can get something new out of them with each reading, I think, depending upon what stage you are at in your own life. But it seems like there is a trend in French literature - the spare and esoteric work, the one that says, "this may not look like much, but it has Layers." I'm thinking especially of The Little Prince, this work, and possibly all of Camus. It may be very worthy. I'm sure the fault is mine here. But I just don't get it.
  • Rating: 5 out of 5 stars
    5/5
    For good reason, Candide is considered one of the true "must reads." Centuries after its writing, the book remains current not only in its concise, easy reading style, but also in its message about human nature. An all time favorite.
  • Rating: 4 out of 5 stars
    4/5
    I think that Candide is probably the type of book that enriches the reader the deeper he or she delves into it. It would probably reward repeated readings. It would probably reveal deeper layers of satire and absurdity if it were read in the original French. It would probably take on deeper shades of meaning if it were read in conjunction with any of the commentaries that have been written about it over the past 250-odd years.

    Having said that, I'm not going to do any of those things. I have way too many books on my plate to reread this book any time in the next year; the limits of my French (one year of college French, an ex-wife who was fluent) would make reading it in that language a brutal, dictionary-in-hand chore; and I generally dislike reading books about books, so commentaries are right out.

    So, I didn't dig too deeply into Candide, instead just reading it as the absurd tale it was, not looking for too much meaning beyond the surface. And you know what? I enjoyed it thoroughly. It was like Forrest Gump, only with a little less faith in humanity and a lot more murder, rape, cannibalism, zoophilia, and child prostitution. It was full of pitch-black humor, and the breezy, matter-of-fact way in which some of the horrific situations were described only served to make it funnier.

    Unsurprisingly, this was a super dark book, and an angry one, full of scathing satire. It served up a double middle finger salute to pretty much everyone: nobility, clergy, self-styled intellectuals, real intellectuals, commoners, the French, the Germans, the English - nobody escapes Voltaire's poison pen. Virtually everyone is portrayed as stupid, dishonest, self-serving, small-minded, and hypocritical. Religion and government receive the brunt of Voltaire's onslaught; it isn't hard to see why this book was banned in so many places for so many years - even well into the 20th century in parts of the United States.

    This was a fast, hilarious, exhilaratingly bitter read, and just the thing to top off your misanthropy tank if it's ever running low. Fine family fun!
  • Rating: 4 out of 5 stars
    4/5
    This was not at all what I thought it would be. The read was interesting, and heavy on the satire. The theme is easily understood and carried throughout the work, and it's a relatively quick read. Read this if you have a couple of hours to spare.
  • Rating: 5 out of 5 stars
    5/5
    I was pleasantly surprised with how a book that was first published in 1759 can still be relevant and enjoyable.

    Candide is Voltaire's answer to the philosophy of Optimism, which was founded by Leibniz. Optimism says that all is for the best because God is a benevolent deity, or "all is for the best in the best of all possible worlds".

    In this very short, concise, and fast paced story, we follow the adventures of Candide who spent his life living in a sheltered and luxurious environment. During that period, his mentor Pangloss indoctrinated him with Leibnizian Optimism. When Candide leaves his home, he is slowly and painfully disillusioned as he witnesses and experiences great hardships around the world.

    Voltaire takes us from place to place in a rapid succession, putting Candide in all sorts of extraordinary situations, using caustic humour, satire and sarcasm to ridicule religion, theologians, governments, armies, philosophies and philosophers. His obvious target is Optimism, where in order to argue his point he uses many devices such as describing a devastating earthquake "as one of the most horrible disasters 'in the best of all possible worlds'".

    Although Optimism might seem outdated or not that much relevant today, its core message is what most religions are about. They (religions) maintain that our world is indeed perfect, since it was created by an infallible supreme being. Therefore, everything happens according to god's plan and intentions, or "all is for the best in the best of all possible worlds". I know, it sounds ridiculous, because it is, but here we are 250 years after the book was written and the things that Voltaire ridiculed haven't changed a bit!

    Tip: pay attention to the names of the characters early on in the book, as the fast pace of the story makes it easy to lose track of who is who.

    TL;DR "Immediately after its secretive publication, the book was widely banned because it contained religious blasphemy, political sedition and intellectual hostility hidden under a thin veil of naïveté." [Wikipedia]. What's not to like? :)
  • Rating: 3 out of 5 stars
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    The Baron's lady weighed about three hundred and fifty pounds, and was therefore a person of great consideration.One day when Cunegonde was walking near the castle, in a little wood which was called the Park, she observed Doctor Pangloss in the bushes, giving a lesson in experimental physics to her mother's waiting-maid, a very pretty and docile brunette. Mademoiselle Cunegonde had a great inclination for science and watched breathlessly the reiterated experiments she witnessed; she observed clearly the Doctor's sufficient reason, the effects and the causes, and returned home very much excited, pensive, filled with the desire of learning, reflecting that she might be the sufficient reason of young Candide and he might be hers.Candide that he was a young metaphysician, extremely ignorant of the things of this world...Candide, who trembled like a philosopher, hid himself as well as he could during this heroic butchery.Pangloss made answer in these terms: "Oh, my dear Candide, you remember Paquette, that pretty wench who waited on our noble Baroness; in her arms I tasted the delights of paradise, which produced in me those hell torments with which you see me devoured; she was infected with them, she is perhaps dead of them. This present Paquette received of a learned Grey Friar, who had traced it to its source; he had had it of an old countess, who had received it from a cavalry captain, who owed it to a marchioness, who took it from a page, who had received it from a Jesuit, who when a novice had it in a direct line from one of the companions of Christopher Columbus. For my part I shall give it to nobody, I am dying."Our men defended themselves like the Pope's soldiers; they flung themselves upon their knees, and threw down their arms,"Oh! what a superior man," said Candide below his breath. "What a great genius is this Pococurante! Nothing can please him." "But is there not a pleasure," said Candide,[Pg 141] "in criticising everything, in pointing out faults where others see nothing but beauties?" "That is to say," replied Martin, "that there is some pleasure in having no pleasure."Instantly Candide sent for a Jew, to whom he sold for fifty thousand sequins a diamond worth a hundred thousand, though the fellow swore to him by Abraham that he could give him no more."I know also," said Candide, "that we must cultivate our garden." "You are right," said Pangloss, "for when man was first placed in the Garden of Eden, he was put there ut operaretur eum, that he might cultivate it; which shows that man was not born to be idle." "Let us work," said Martin, "without disputing; it is the only way to render life tolerable."
  • Rating: 4 out of 5 stars
    4/5
    If you’re looking for one of the most satirical, rollicking, odd, philosophical, and whimsical novels in history, then you needn’t go any further than Voltaire’s Candide. Voltaire’s canonical 1759 work examines the conflict between optimism and realism, between Old World and New World experiences, and between upper class and lower class conditions. But even these dichotomies are too simple for this work. The title character’s adventures begin when he kisses Cunegonde, a relative of the Baron Thunder-ten-Tronckh and is expelled from the estate with his mentor Pangloss. And then the real fun starts.Candide’s adventures through the great earthquake of Lisbon, the New World, and Asia Minor to be reunited with Cunegonde reflects just how sheltered he was raised. Pangloss, ever the optimist, explains that even though there is pain and suffering and loss in the world, we are living in the “best of all possible worlds.” Candide never stops being about things: it’s about first impressions, love, loss, culture, philosophy, foreign relations, religions, etc. Voltaire clearly has a lot to say, but luckily, this novella is just long enough to pack them all in without being too overbearing. Candide finally gives up on optimism, but the funny thing is, he never says what his new philosophy will be. That’s left for the reader to figure out. Much like Animal Farm and 1984, society as a whole is Voltaire’s fodder—he laughs at us all. And we all could use a good laugh. A delightful and witty book.
  • Rating: 4 out of 5 stars
    4/5
    Finally got around to reading this - it is one part satire, one part comedy, and one part ethical quandary. And... it is quite short and easy to read. Here we have poor Candide - who spends his whole life following the advice of Dr. Pangloss. Poor Candide - he loves the Lady Cunegonde, and she loves him, which gets him in trouble with his lord, and sets him on the path of black comedy.This book isn't pleasant to read. At times, it is quite dark. Its written to demonstrate a point. Which is 'happiness isn't given to you - you make it'. There are also ethical quandaries about war and the the noble class. Poor Candide - he is an idiot- afloat in a sea spending.I do think that this book has layers upon layers of meaning - It will be a book I intend to re-read and see its meaning changes.
  • Rating: 3 out of 5 stars
    3/5
    First of all, let me be clear of one thing: I do recognize the historical importance of this book, but what I'm about to write is a judgement based only on my view as a "casual" reader rather than a book critical or anything of that sort. I will state my opinion of the book regarding what I thought about it reading it as a fiction, not as a satire or a critique to the society and such. Therefore, I'm disregarding the historical background. As one of the characters said (though not exactly with his words), I only read what pleases me because I can actually have fun doing it. Difficult reading does not appeal me at all.

    That being said, I'll tell you that I was somewhat surprised. Since this book seems to be mandatory reading for some schools throughout the world, I was already expecting something horribly boring (and I'll admit some parts dragged very, very slowly), but the reading was less painful than I thought it was going to be. In fact, at the beginning of the book I was actually smiling, because the situations Candide got himself into were hilarious in a tragic way (and vice-versa). After a while, the occurrences start getting repetitive and somewhat annoying. Candide's naivety becomes tiring, but at least the other characters are pretty decent, always trying to put him back on the right way.

    Although it isn't my favorite kind of book, even if you read it as a regular fiction, Candide is somewhat a "light" reading. It's easy to understand, it's short (thank goodness) and it doesn't get lost in details and descriptions. Not bad.
  • Rating: 2 out of 5 stars
    2/5
    Should be renamed Job. Geez, what else was supposed to happen to this guy? And everyone in his life kept getting killed and then turning up again. Not my cup of tea even as a satire.
  • Rating: 3 out of 5 stars
    3/5
    Historically interesting satire against the set of France's enlightenment period. Main character is just what it says - candid. Great if you love philosophy.
  • Rating: 5 out of 5 stars
    5/5
    Fun and comic read. Easy to get through and hysterical.
  • Rating: 4 out of 5 stars
    4/5
    Although I was familiar with the story of Candide from having seen the musical based on it in Stratford, Ontario some time ago, I had never read the book. My library's electronic media site had a copy available as an audiobook so I thought I would give it a try. It's fantastical, satirical but fun to listen to so I'm glad I did.Candide was brought up in a German castle by his uncle, the Baron Thunder-ten-Tronckh, with his uncle's children, Cunegonde and her brother. They are tutored by Dr. Pangloss who espouses optimism and tells his charges that they live in the best of all possible worlds and that whatever happens is for the best. Candide loves Cunegonde but when he is found kissing her his uncle throws him out of the castle. Soon after the castle is attacked. Pangloss escaped and he is reunited by happenstance with Candide. Pangloss tells Candide that everyone, including Cunegonde, was killed in the attack. Pangloss and Candide end up in the hands of the Catholic Inquisition in Lisbon where they are sentenced to death but Candide escapes as a result of a "lucky" earthquake. However, he saw Pangloss hung so he is despondent. Then he finds Cunegonde alive although prostituting herself and Candide rescues her. They leave for the New World where Candide and Cunegonde are separated once again and Candide has more near-misses with death. And on and on it goes with people who were thought to be dead turning up alive more often than you can imagine. Eventually Candide rejects Pangloss's philosophy of optimism. Instead he believes "we must all cultivate our garden".My take on this is that we should work to determine our own future and not rely on fate to work things out for us. I think I tend to this philosophy as well but it is certainly a question that has puzzled people throughout the ages.
  • Rating: 3 out of 5 stars
    3/5
     I liked the operetto, and was having my own time of 'hah, I have always believed we live in a fundamentally Good world, what's with this shit?' so wanted to read Candide. It's hard to review the Classics TM. If it was a modern novel then there would be comments about pacing and characterisation. But actually, a surprising amount of Stuff happens, and even if it is a bit relentlessly 'hey, the world is quite random and rubbish' the ending of 'well, let's get on tending our garden' is a wise message. Also, red sheep!
  • Rating: 3 out of 5 stars
    3/5
    Voltaire wrote this under a pseudonym as a satyrical critique to the popular philosophy of the day whereby we live in the best possilble world. It reads as a (rather long) series of atrocities and misfortunes that happen to just about every person Candice encounters during his rather curious adventures.
    An interesting read in it's historical and philosophical context, but rather tough read without it.
  • Rating: 5 out of 5 stars
    5/5
    Loved it!!! Can't believe how something written more than 250 years ago is so relavent to today's society. Voltaire is brilliant and his satirical, cutting humor - spot on!!
  • Rating: 4 out of 5 stars
    4/5
    All is well? All is for the best, in this best of all worlds? Think again, says Voltaire, in this satirical, comical refutation of institutional dogma. Globe-hopping outlandishness. Easy to see how this beacon of enlightenment ran afoul of the ecclesiastical muckity mucks. This Penguin Deluxe edition includes a fine introduction and insightful endnotes. Also in the appendices: portions of his "Philosophical Dictionary" and the entire text of his poem, "The Lisbon Earthquake".
  • Rating: 2 out of 5 stars
    2/5
    Too much rape and calamity.
  • Rating: 4 out of 5 stars
    4/5
    It's a sweet little satire. Easy and fun, it reads like a fable. I'm not sure that I get the more complicated satirical meanings - seeing as how it was written in the eighteen century... but it's definitely full of quips that you could use.
  • Rating: 2 out of 5 stars
    2/5
    I know that I'm supposed to love Candide. I know that it is a classic and brilliant and satirical and everything else that has ever been said about it. Really, I do know that but I just didn't like it.

    I get that Voltaire was trying to prove a point with the adventures and beliefs of Candide but the story was just so negative. I felt so bad for poor Candide. It was hard for me to continue reading knowing that Candide was just going to have more outrageously horrible things happen to him.

    Before you yell at me, remember that I know the purpose of Candide's story. Voltaire was living during a time of great philosophical thought and he was using this story to satirize the politics and religious fervor of the mid eighteenth century. I just felt that as a novel (novella?) it was not very enjoyable. Voltaire comes across as so negative. I may read Candide a second time (especially when I am not dealing with the flu) and give Voltaire a second chance to charm me.
  • Rating: 3 out of 5 stars
    3/5
    Wow, LOL. This book in some ways reminded me of Carroll's Through the Looking Glass & Wonderland. It was truly a fantastically spun tale of grave misfortune, meetings by chance, the strength of a love, & the ending in a quiet place where to work is to be happy. It's actually QUITE funny in places, but the telling can be so far fetched that you may have to put it down a time or two, walk away, clear your head, then come back, even though it is a very short piece!
  • Rating: 4 out of 5 stars
    4/5
    What originally caught my attention with this book was that when I was wondering around Dymocks in Adelaide I discovered it in one of the cheap book buckets, and since it was slim, and cheap, I decided to buy it. I'm not really sure why I originally purchased it, maybe it had something to do with it being written by Voltaire, and the fact that it was slim and it was cheap (and being on Austudy at the time, I did not have huge amounts of money to spend on books, and also being relatively time poor, meaning that I was at University and had a lot of other books to read as well, I wanted something quick and easy to read – though the words quick and easy do not go all that well with Voltaire).The story is about a boy named Candide who grows up in a castle (that happens to be called Thunder-ten-Tronckh, which is the coolest name for a castle that I have heard, though I am not sure whether it actually exists, however according to Voltaire it is somewhere in Westphalia). Anyway, Candide falls in love with the sister of the baron, but the baron is not at all happy with that so he kicks him out of the castle, and Candide then goes off, gets captured by a group known as the Burgundians, gets caught up in an earthquake in Lisbon, and lands up in El Dorado after travelling through the jungles of South America. In the end he finds himself in Turkey, becomes reacquainted with his long lost love only to discover that she has become one of the ugliest women that he has ever encountered (not that it actually puts him off her because he ends up getting together with her anyway) and then settles down in a small cottage with his companions and spends the rest of his life tending a garden (which he realises is the essence of life, if only because when God created humanity, he put humanity in a garden to tend it).I should make a comment about this whole idea of tending a garden because it actually seems to be one of those past times that people simply seem to enjoy. Me, I've never been much of a gardener, and I have only ever successfully grown two plants (one of them being Aloe Vera), though I have found myself of late wondering out the back of my house randomly pulling up weeds simply because when I look a them I get this feeling that they shouldn't be there and I want to pull them up. Actually, that is getting a bit extreme for me because as I sit on the train as it pulls out of Flinders Street Station I see all of these weeds on the tracks and a part of me wants to get out and start pulling them up as well (I wonder if others also get that feeling).Gardening though seems to be one of those things that a lot of us Westerners seem to have a passion for, though I should be a bit more specific because not many of us have the opportunity of living in a house with a garden. Those of us in Australia (and America) where space is not at a premium, can live in houses with a backyard and as such have a garden. However, in places like Europe and China, to have a garden means that you have money, and a lot of it. I remember going on a date with a Chinese girl in Hong Kong and when I showed her a Google Map (streetview) image of my house, she burst out in amazement at the fact that I had a garden. However, if you wonder around parts of Australia you will discover that a lot of houses that could have gardens, don't, simply because people don't want to put an effort into creating them.Creating a garden is sort of like creating a work of art. In fact a garden is a work of art. If you travel to the parks and to some of the mansions that are open to the public, you will discover incredibly manicured gardens. I remember that my old next door neighbour had a beautiful garden, however she ended up selling her house, which was then leased to a bunch of bogans, and within two months the garden was all but destroyed. I guess that is the problem with buying houses with gardens – if you buy it, and you pay for the garden, then you should be ready to look after it and make sure that it is maintained in that state because looking after a garden is a lot of effort, and a lot of work, and if you lease out a house with a garden, expect that garden not to last all that long.Well, it seems that I have been talking a lot about gardens, but have not actually said much about the book itself – well I guess that is what you get when you read one of my commentaries. Anyway, the idea behind the book is that things don't happen for a reason. This is in response (most likely to Calvinism) that everything happens for a reason, and that if bad things happen to you then it is because God has a reason as to why that happens. The truth cannot be further from the truth. Take for instance the Book of Job in the Bible. Job, a faithful worshipper of God suddenly discovers that the shit pretty much hits the fan when it comes to his life, and when he asks why his friends all come up with reasons as to why this happened – however they were wrong: in the end God says to him that this shit happened because, well, basically shit happens.Okay, there is much more beyond the trials of Job than simply shit happens, but when Job questions God, and God responds, God does not give him a straight answer but simply says 'shit happens' (though not in those exact terms, though I am sure that the bible would be much more appealing if the translators actually used the correct words rather than watering it down a lot because Christians don't use the phrase 'shit happens' or at least most Christians don't, namely because I'm a Christian and I just said 'shit happens').I'm probably one of those people that takes the narrow road. Okay, to an extent I believe in a predestined universe, however the thing is that history is made up by our own decisions, and the decisions of others. There are things that happen to us that are beyond our control (such as an earthquake) and there are things that happen to us because we make a decision (such as a divorce that comes out of the fact that we decided to have sex with the secretary). Granted, I do believe in an omnipotent God, however the thing is that God has given us free will, and what that means is that we can and do choose our destiny. For instance those of us that remain in our dead end job and do nothing to actually move out of that dead end job (or behave in such an appalling manner that we end up putting off all of the people who have the power to move us out of that dead end job) have nobody to blame but ourselves, however those of us that get caught in a fire that results in substantial burns to our body, and the cause of the fire is due to somebody else's stupidity well, as mean as it may sound, but seriously, shit happens.Hey, I work in a job where I hear quite often 'why am I being made to pay when it is not my fault?'. It is a cry that I hear again and again, but the truth is that this is what this world is all about. It is not that God does not love us, but rather it is because we, as humans, want to live our life our own way, and when bad things happen to us, whether it be our fault or not, then we want to blame others. What hurts even more is that when we do the right thing, such as admitting wrong because we did something stupid, we then have to pay for it. Unfortunately we live in a harsh world – and this is what Voltaire is getting at here, the world is harsh, and it is due to the actions of people and due to things that are beyond our control, and to sit down there and hide ourselves in a belief that everything happens for a purpose is, in many cases, foolish. What we need to accept and realise is that 'shit happens' and that as long as we live in this world 'shit' will continue to 'happen' whether it is because of our actions or not. We simply have to accept it, and if we can't, well go find a garden to tend, because that is the only happiness you are going to find in this world.
  • Rating: 4 out of 5 stars
    4/5
    Entertaining, satirical, short. Feels like a 100-page YouTube comment troll. We should all be so fortunate as to accidentally kill someone and then find out they're still alive.
  • Rating: 3 out of 5 stars
    3/5
    Voltaire's famous romp through his philosophy & grudges. Introduces the character Pangloss - the eternal optimist - "everything is for the best in this best of all possible worlds".Read in Samoa Apr 2003
  • Rating: 3 out of 5 stars
    3/5
    This book would have been much easier to read as a contemporary to Voltaire, although far from impossible to enjoy. It can be funny, but the style is choppy and the story jumps from one disjointed plot twist to the next. A classic, but perhaps not for everyone.
  • Rating: 5 out of 5 stars
    5/5
    This was a fun read even though I wouldn't agree with Voltaire's philosophy and deism. The story is a fun journey tale of Candide. Candide is kicked out of the best possible castle and travels through Europe with his philosopher friends to the Americas, to Eldorado (truly the best possible place) and then back to Europe. Candide pursues his true love only to find her grown ugly by the time he finds her. In the end he decides that work is the only way to avoid boredom, vice and poverty and states "we must cultivate our garden".
  • Rating: 5 out of 5 stars
    5/5
    One of the definitive pieces of satire in literature and it still holds up to this day. It never flinches in its attack on the human condition and like the somewhat lengthier "Gulliver's Travels," has no time for redemption or optimism. That's why I love it so.
  • Rating: 3 out of 5 stars
    3/5
    I read this for my World Lit II class. I wouldn't have read it otherwise. But am I glad I have this under my belt now? You bet. This was especially fun to read aloud. To my mother. Who hated every minute of it. Ha, ha. A lot of the satire went way over my head, even after class discussions. But I was still amused by all of the crazy ordeals that poor Candide was put through.
  • Rating: 4 out of 5 stars
    4/5
    This is a witty, satirical tale about the philosophical optimism that proclaims that all disaster and human suffering is part of a benevolent cosmic plan. Candide travels around the world to discover that contrary to the teachings of Dr. Pangloss, all is not always the best. I enjoyed it very much and found Voltaire's wit to be funny and intellectually enlightening.
  • Rating: 5 out of 5 stars
    5/5
    It's tempting to think of the directive to "tend your garden" at the end as being a metaphor - could Voltaire be talking about an intellectual garden, with the fruits being the pamphlets and other missives the philosopher sends into the world?

    I think that Voltaire for once is being literal, and kind of a proto-existentialist. The world is so full of evil and absurdity that we only have control over how we direct our own energy and labor.

    Again I'm surprised by how bawdily comical French Enlightenment thinkers are! (see my review of Rousseau's Confessions).

    Bonus points for describing how New World Utopianism quickly curdles into capitalist greed in the Eldorado episode.

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Candide - Voltaire

VOLTAIRE

Candide

A Dual-Language Book

TRANSLATED, AND WITH AN INTRODUCTION,

BY SHANE WELLER

DOVER PUBLICATIONS, INC.

New York

Copyright © 1993 by Dover Publications, Inc.

All rights reserved.

This Dover edition, first published in 1993, contains the complete and unabridged original French text of Candide, reprinted from a standard edition, together with a complete new English translation and new introduction by Shane Weller, both prepared specially for the present edition.

Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data

Voltaire, 1694–1778.

[Candide. English   French]

Candide : a dual-language book / Voltaire; English version by Shane Weller.

     p. cm.

English and French.

ISBN 0-486-27625-2

I. Weller, Shane. II. Title.

PQ2082.C3E5 1993

Manufactured in the United States by Courier Corporation

27625209

www.doverpublications.com

Table of Contents

INTRODUCTION

CHAPITRE PREMIER    COMMENT CANDIDE FUT ÉLEVÉ DANS UN BEAU CHÂTEAU, ET COMMENT IL FUT CHASSÉ D’ICELUI

CHAPITRE I    HOW CANDIDE WAS BROUGHT UP IN A BEAUTIFUL COUNTRY RESIDENCE, AND HOW HE WAS DRIVEN FROM IT

CHAPITRE II    CE QUE DEVINT CANDIDE PARMI LES BULGARES

CHAPTER II    WHAT HAPPENED TO CANDIDE AMONG THE BULGARIANS

CHAPITRE III    COMMENT CANDIDE SE SAUVA D’ENTRE LES BULGARES, ET CE QU’IL DEVINT

CHAPTER III    HOW CANDIDE ESCAPED FROM THE BULGARIANS, AND WHAT BECAME OF HIM

CHAPITRE IV    COMMENT CANDIDE RENCONTRA SON ANCIEN MAÎTRE DE PHILOSOPHIE, LE DOCTEUR PANGLOSS, ET CE QUI EN ADVINT

CHAPTER IV    HOW CANDIDE CAME ACROSS HIS FORMER PHILOSOPHY MASTER, DOCTOR PANGLOSS, AND WHAT ENSUED

CHAPITRE V    TEMPÉTE, NAUFRAGE, TREMBLEMENT DE TERRE, ET CE QUI ADVINT DU DOCTEUR PANGLOSS, DE CANDIDE, ET DE L’ANABAPTISTE JACQUES

CHAPTER V    TEMPEST, SHIPWRECK, EARTHQUAKE, AND WHAT HAPPENED TO DOCTOR PANGLOSS, CANDIDE AND THE ANABAPTIST JACQUES

CHAPITRE VI    COMMENT ON FIT UN BEL AUTO-DA-FÉ POUR EMPÉCHER LES TREMBLEMENTS DE TERRE, ET COMMENT CANDIDE FUT FESSÉ

CHAPTER VI    HOW A FINE AUTO-DA-FÉ WAS HELD TO PREVENT EARTHQUAKES, AND HOW CANDIDE WAS FLOGGED ON THE BACKSIDE

CHAPITRE VII    COMMENT UNE VIEILLE PRIT SOIN DE CANDIDE ET COMMENT IL RETROUVA CE QU’IL AIMAIT

CHAPTER VII    HOW AN OLD WOMAN TOOK CARE OF CANDIDE AND HOW HE RECOVERED WHAT HE LOVED

CHAPITRE VIII    HISTOIRE DE CUNÉGONDE

CHAPTER VIII    CUNÉGONDE’S STORY

CHAPITRE IX    CE QUI ADVINT DE CUNÉGONDE, DE CANDIDE, DU GRAND INQUISITEUR ET D’UN JUIF

CHAPTER IX    WHAT HAPPENED TO CUNÉGONDE, CANDIDE, THE GRAND INQUISITOR AND A JEW

CHAPITRE X    DANS QUELLE DÉTRESSE CANDIDE, CUNÉGONDE ET LA VIEILLE ARRIVENT Â CADIX, ET DE LEUR EMBARQUEMENT

CHAPTER X    IN WHAT DISTRESS CANDIDE, CUNÉGONDE AND THE OLD WOMAN ARRIVED AT CADIZ, AND OF THEIR EMBARKATION

CHAPITRE XI    HISTOIRE DE LA VIEILLE

CHAPTER XI    THE OLD WOMAN’S STORY

CHAPITRE XII    SUITE DES MALHEURS DE LA VIEILLE

CHAPTER XII    CONTINUATION OF THE OLD WOMAN’S MISFORTUNES

CHAPITRE XIII    COMMENT CANDIDE FUT OBLIGÉ DE SE SÉPARER DE LA BELLE CUNÉGONDE ET DE LA VIEILLE

CHAPTER XIII    HOW CANDIDE WAS OBLIGED TO PART COMPANY WITH THE BEAUTIFUL CUNÉGONDE AND THE OLD WOMAN

CHAPITRE XIV    COMMENT CANDIDE ET CACAMBO FURENT REÇUS CHEZ LES JÉSUITES DU PARAGUAY

CHAPTER XIV    HOW CANDIDE AND CACAMBO WERE RECEIVED BY THE JESUITS OF PARAGUAY

CHAPITRE XV    COMMENT CANDIDE TUA LE FRÈRE DE SA CHÈRE CUNÉGONDE

CHAPTER XV    HOW CANDIDE KILLED HIS BELOVED CUNÉGONDE’S BROTHER

CHAPITRE XVI    CE QUI ADVINT AUX DEUX VOYAGEURS AVEC DEUX FILLES, DEUX SINGES ET LES SAUVAGES NOMMÉS OREILLONS

CHAPTER XVI    WHAT HAPPENED TO THE TWO TRAVELERS WITH TWO GIRLS, TWO MONKEYS AND THE SAVAGES CALLED THE OREILLONS

CHAPITRE XVII    ARRIVÉE DE CANDIDE ET DE SON VALET AU PAYS D’ELDORADO, ET CE QU’ILS Y VIRENT

CHAPTER XVII    ARRIVAL OF CANDIDE AND HIS VALET IN THE LAND OF ELDORADO, AND WHAT THEY SAW THERE

CHAPITRE XVIII    CE QU’ILS VIRENT DANS LE PAYS D’ELDORADO

CHAPTER XVIII    WHAT THEY SAW IN THE LAND OF ELDORADO

CHAPITRE XIX    CE QUI LEUR ARRIVA À SURINAM, ET COMMENT CANDIDE FIT CONNAISSANCE AVEC MARTIN

CHAPTER XIX    WHAT HAPPENED TO THEM AT SURINAM, AND HOW CANDIDE MADE THE ACQUAINTANCE OF MARTIN

CHAPITRE XX    CE QUI ARRIVA SUR MER À CANDIDE ET À MARTIN

CHAPTER XX    WHAT HAPPENED TO CANDIDE AND MARTIN AT SEA

CHAPITRE XXI    CANDIDE ET MARTIN APPROCHENT DES CÔTES DE FRANCE ET RAISONNENT

CHAPTER XXI    CANDIDE AND MARTIN APPROACH THE FRENCH COAST AND CONTINUE TO REASON WITH ONE ANOTHER

CHAPITRE XXII    CE QUI ARRIVA EN FRANCE À CANDIDE ET À MARTIN

CHAPTER XXII    WHAT HAPPENED TO CANDIDE AND MARTIN IN FRANCE

CHAPITRE XXIII    CANDIDE ET MARTIN VONT SUR LES CÔTES D’ANGLETERRE; CE QU’ILS Y VOIENT

CHAPTER XXIII    CANDIDE AND MARTIN TRAVEL TO THE ENGLISH COAST; WHAT THEY SEE THERE

CHAPITRE XXIV    DE PAQUETTE ET DE FRÈRE GIROFLÉE

CHAPTER XXIV    OF PAQUETTE AND BROTHER GIROFLÉE

CHAPITRE XXV    VISITE CHEZ LE SEIGNEUR POCOCURANTÉ, NOBLE VÉNITIEN

CHAPTER XXV    VISIT TO LORD POCOCURANTE, VENETIAN NOBLEMAN

CHAPITRE XXVI    D’UN SOUPER QUE CANDIDE ET MARTIN FIRENT AVEC SIX ÉTRANGERS, ET QUI ILS ÉTAIENT

CHAPTER XXVI    OF A SUPPER THAT CANDIDE AND MARTIN ATE WITH SIX FOREIGNERS, AND WHO THEY WERE

CHAPITRE XXVII    VOYAGE DE CANDIDE À CONSTANTINOPLE

CHAPTER XXVII    CANDIDE’S VOYAGE TO CONSTANTINOPLE

CHAPITRE XXVIII    CE QUI ARRIVA À CANDIDE, À CUNÉGONDE, À PANGLOSS, À MARTIN, ETC.

CHAPTER XXVIII    WHAT HAPPENED TO CANDIDE, CUNÉGONDE, PANGLOSS, MARTIN, ETC.

CHAPITRE XXIX    COMMENT CANDIDE RETROUVA CUNÉGONDE ET LA VIEILLE

CHAPTER XXIX    HOW CANDIDE FOUND CUNÉGONDE AND THE OLD WOMAN AGAIN

CHAPITRE XXX    CONCLUSION

CHAPTER XXX    CONCLUSION

INTRODUCTION

In a literary career spanning the years of the Regency and the reign of Louis XV, François-Marie Arouet, dit Voltaire (1694–1778), produced a vast body of work ranging from the early verse tragedies and epic poetry to the later historiography and philosophy. He was elected to the Académie Française in 1746 and certainly has a claim to being the preeminent French man of letters of his generation. It is somewhat surprising, then, given his enormous literary output and standing, that today Voltaire’s reputation rests almost entirely—with the notable exception of the Lettres philosophiques (1734) and the correspondence—on the philosophical contes of his final creative phase, among which Candide ou l’optimisme (1759) is now the most highly regarded.

Indeed, that Voltaire’s reputation has not been impaired by posterity’s disregard for so much of his work, that an enduring reputation could be founded on a story like Candide, requires some explanation. For the conte is a lightweight genre, one of the slightest forms of prose narrative. Without the status of the nouvelle or the roman, it resembles a short story but with the specific purpose of relating an anecdote or adventure primarily for amusement. The closest English equivalent to the conte would be the tale. Moreover, Candide itself is a strange combination of the ideological and the personal. On the one hand, it is an impassioned and frequently scathing response to contemporary historical events (the Seven Years’ War), natural catastrophes (the Lisbon earthquake of 1755), religious sectarianism and philosophical trends, all of which might seem to have little but antiquarian interest today. On the other hand, the story is a tissue of more or less disguised references to the author’s own personal troubles: his financial concerns and private animosities such as the quarrels with Frederick the Great and the head of the Berlin Academy of Science, Maupertuis; the critic Elie Fréron; and a host of forgotten writers. Seemingly most damaging of all to the work’s merit is the convincing argument that in satirizing the philosophical optimism of Leibniz’s Théodicée (1710), Voltaire simplifies, even fails to grasp, the arguments against which he rails. It is now generally accepted that in Candide Voltaire characterizes and caricatures philosophical optimism—the belief that the universe is organized according to a preestablished harmonious plan—in a form and a vocabulary that did not belong to Leibniz at all, but to Christian Wolff, the popularizer of Leibniz, and the English writers Bolingbroke and Alexander Pope.

How, then, can the enduring popularity and importance of Candide be accounted for? The tale is undoubtedly a good yarn, if at the same time a parody of that form. The plot takes the reader across continents, through numerous adventures (the French word aventure appears time and again in the story), and contains several tales within tales. Yet, for all the trappings of a tale, Candide is primarily a vehicle for ideas. It is by no means a psychological drama or a mere action adventure. The education of the hero bears little resemblance to the kind of education to be found later in the Bildungsroman. The work’s main theme, that this is clearly not the best of all possible worlds, is not so much developed as merely reiterated. In accordance with this thematic simplicity, the story has a simple structure. Cast from an earthly paradise (the country residence of Baron Thunder-Ten-Tronckh), the young Candide is subjected to a deliberately ridiculous concatenation of horrors in the corrupt world. He endures war, or rather sheer carnage, the Lisbon earthquake and the Inquisition. At the center of the story is the peaceful, instructive interlude in Eldorado, a kind of paradise regained, although one that cannot be permanent. Thrown back into the world, though this time by choice, Candide does not suffer any further hardships of the kind that pepper the first half of the book. Rather, he experiences the appalling tedium of life. (Voltaire is one of the first French writers to depict in fiction the distinctly modern psychological condition of boredom.) The final paradise of the small farm in Turkey, based in part on Voltaire’s own estate at Ferney, is a place where, though things are by no means ideal, illusions about the nature of human existence have been recognized for what they are and a pragmatic and reasoned attempt is made to create a tolerable life through cooperative labor. This final world is limited in its aspirations and expectations. It is, however, free from the kind of fanaticism, religious or secular, that prevails throughout the rest of the world that Candide creates.

The work is, then, a fable in which Voltaire argues for an enlightened attitude toward both religious and secular institutions, for a stripping away of all illusory forms of understanding, justification and consolation. It advocates a world view grounded in and chastened by the experience of a harsh, unaccommodating reality. The reiterated exhortation that one must travel before forming judgments is essentially a rebuttal of any philosophy that is not based upon empirical, verifiable data.

On the most general level, what accounts for the enduring success of Candide is that, despite the drastic simplifications, even misrepresentations, of the arguments of others, the satire addresses in the most direct and uncompromising way an issue that has remained as pertinent and as unresolved as it was in 1758: the origin and place of evil in the world, and how a world view based on reason can account for, if not neutralize, irrationality. Candide reveals a Voltaire deeply suspicious of the implications of the traditional Christian doctrine of the fall and the Leibnizian contention that evil is only evil when surveyed from the partial, erring human perspective. Both doctrines, according to Voltaire, result in the wholly unacceptable attitude toward life expressed most succinctly in Alexander Pope’s Essay on Man (1733–34):

All nature is but art, unknown to thee;

All chance, direction which thou canst not see;

All discord, harmony not understood;

All partial evil, universal good;

And, spite of pride, in erring reason’s spite,

One truth is clear, Whatever is, is right. [I, 289–294]

This is a doctrine to which Voltaire adamantly refuses his consent because it leaves no place for human progress, moral or technical.

For the most part, the reader does not require any real familiarity with Leibniz or, for that matter, with the historical and biographical material underlying the story to appreciate Candide’s message or enjoy its wit. Although the present edition does provide rudimentary explanations for historical and biographical allusions in the text, it should be borne in mind that the measure of Voltaire’s success in Candide is to have created a work that achieves its ends independently of the historical, philosophical and biographical material out of which it was generated. By no means presupposing a sophisticated acquaintance with specific philosophical arguments, it calls only for an awareness of the human predicament, with which the most unphilosophical mind might sympathize. The success or failure of Candide as a comic fable with a serious moral purpose depends finally on whether or not Voltaire’s manner of holding horror up for ridicule enables one to master that horror.

Although a vehicle for serious ideas, the work has a distinctly comic-book form that goes beyond the usual demands of satirical writing. In this respect there is no kinship between Voltaire and, for example, Swift. That no real attempt is made in Candide to create characters with any psychological depth or to develop complex themes is suggested even by the characters’ names. Nothing stands in the way of translating into English many of the proper names Voltaire assigns to his characters. Indeed, the characters might more accurately be described as ciphers for various positions that can be taken toward existence. These positions range from outright optimism (Pangloss) to thoroughgoing pessimism (Martin). The name of the eponymous hero of the conte translates to the English candid, with all the connotations that word has in English. The young Candide sets out on his adventures as a naïf, unacquainted with moral evil (mal moral) and physical evil or hardship (mal physique). He is unsullied by experience, he is innocent and artless. Voltaire never quite equates this naivety with stupidity or insanity. Rather, it is the state in which the mind exists while still in an earthly paradise, sheltered from experience. And, for the most part, although Voltaire’s hero passes through the most inconceivable series of calamities during his adventures, he remains unscathed by them, true to his name. He is much like a cardboard cutout that keeps popping up against all the odds. The Candide at the end of the tale is chastened, perhaps, wiser to the extent that he is more practical. He is no longer given to the superlatives (Voltaire’s linguistic register for idealism) that come one on top of another throughout the text. The representative of untempered philosophical optimism, which is depicted as sheer moral blindness, is Candide’s tutor, Pangloss. This name compounds the Greek pan (all) and glossa (tongue). Not only does this compound suggest, ironically, as the story shows, universal knowledge, it also clearly implies logorrhea and, in effect, an immoral proclivity for words and arguments when what is required is rational action. Among the other translatable proper names is that of the Venetian senator, Pococurante (little caring, caring for little). He is a critic ad nauseam of all Western aesthetic culture.

Much of Voltaire’s wit is directed against absurdities and unwarranted pretensions reflected in language. In particular, he delights in ridiculing the German language. In part, this is no doubt because it was the language of Frederick the Great, from whom he was alienated by 1758. But Voltaire is also playing up to a popular view of the time that the German language was barbarous. Thus, his baron is Thunder-Ten-Tronckh, and the only named Westphalian town is Waldberghoff-Trarbk-Dikdorff. These are less names than garbled masses of guttural consonants and top-heavy compounds.

On a stylistic level, Candide certainly demonstrates Voltaire’s epigrammatic wit at its most acerbic and concentrated. The prose is clear and deliberate, shifting repeatedly between the past and historical present tenses,¹ omitting connectives, moving with the rhythm of a series of one-liners delivered with the consummate artistry of an accomplished stand-up comedian. The overall pace of the story is dictated by shifts between extended narrative monologue and snappy dialogue. Vocabulary and syntactical forms are fairly limited.

The textual history of Candide does require brief mention. The story was originally published in January 1759 as an anonymous French translation from the German of a certain Doctor Ralph. The original 1759 text was somewhat shorter than the version reprinted here. In 1761 Voltaire interpolated an extended passage (which he described as the additions found in the doctor’s pocket when he died) in Chapter XXII. This interpolation was an extension of the section describing Candide’s residence in Paris and included an attack on the critic Elie Fréron and the description of Candide’s visit to the theater and to the home of the Marquise de Parolignac. A few other short interpolations by Voltaire in Chapter XXVI are generally omitted from modern editions of Candide on the ground that they give rise to inconsistencies with the 1759 text. These brief passages have, following the common editorial practice, been omitted here.

I would like to thank Stanley Appelbaum for his valuable suggestions in the preparation of this translation.

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¹ The historical presents, unusual in modern English narrative, are translated as simple pasts in the English translation used in this volume.

CANDIDE

CANDIDE

OU

L’OPTIMISME

Traduit de l’Allemand

DE MR LE DOCTEUR RALPH

Avec les additions qu’on a trouvées

dans la poche du docteur,

lorsqu’il mourut à Minden,

l’an de grâce 1759.

CHAPITRE PREMIER

COMMENT CANDIDE FUT ÉLEVÉ DANS UN BEAU CHÂTEAU, ET COMMENT IL FUT CHASSÉ D’ICELUI

Il y avait en Westphalie, dans le château de monsieur le baron de Thunder-ten-tronckh, un jeune garçon à qui la nature avait donné les mœurs les plus douces. Sa physionomie annonçait son âme. Il avait le jugement assez droit, avec l’esprit le plus simple; c’est, je crois, pour cette raison qu’on le nommait Candide. Les anciens domestiques de la maison soupçonnaient qu’il était fils de la sœur de M. le baron et d’un bon et honnête gentilhomme du voisinage, que cette demoiselle ne voulut jamais épouser parce qu’il n’avait pu prouver que soixante et onze quartiers, et que le reste de son arbre généalogique avait été perdu par l’injure du temps.

M. le baron était un des plus puissants seigneurs de la Westphalie, car son château avait une porte et des fenêtres. Sa grande salle même était ornée d’une tapisserie. Tous les chiens de ses basses-cours composaient une meute dans le besoin; ses palefreniers étaient ses piqueurs; le vicaire du village était son grand aumônier. Ils l’appelaient tous Monseigneur, et ils riaient quand il faisait des contes.

Mme la baronne, qui pesait environ trois cent cinquante livres, s’attirait par là une très grande considération, et faisait les honneurs de la maison avec une dignité qui la rendait encore plus respectable.

CANDIDE

OR

OPTIMISM

Translated from the German

OF DOCTOR RALPH

With the additions that were found

in the doctor’s pocket

when he died at Minden

in the year of our Lord 1759.

CHAPTER I

HOW CANDIDE WAS BROUGHT UP IN A BEAUTIFUL COUNTRY RESIDENCE, AND HOW HE WAS DRIVEN FROM IT

There lived in Westphalia, in the country residence of Baron Thunder-Ten-Tronckh, a young lad whom nature had granted the sweetest of dispositions. His soul was revealed in his countenance. He had fairly sound judgment and the most artless mind; it is, I believe, for this reason that he was named Candide. The old servants of the household suspected that he was the son of the baron’s sister by a good-natured and respectable gentleman of the neighborhood, whom that lady refused ever to marry because he had only been able to give proof of seventy-one heraldic quarterings, the rest of his genealogical tree having been lost through the ravages of time.

The baron was one of the most powerful noblemen in Westphalia, for his country residence had a door and windows. His great hall was even adorned with a tapestry. All the dogs from his farmyards constituted a hunting pack when necessary; his grooms served as his whippers-in; the village curate was his grand almoner. They all addressed him as My Lord, and they laughed when he told stories.

The baroness, who weighed about three hundred and fifty pounds, acquired on that account a very high esteem, and did the honors of the household with a dignity that made her still more

Sa fille Cunégonde, âgée de dix-sept ans, était haute en couleur, fraîche, grasse, appétissante. Le fils du baron paraissait en tout digne de son père. Le précepteur Pangloss était l’oracle de la maison, et le petit Candide écoutait ses leçons avec toute la bonne foi de son âge et de son caractère.

Pangloss enseignait la métaphysico-théologo-cosmolonigologie. Il prouvait admirablement qu’il n’y a point d’effet sans cause, et que, dans ce meilleur des mondes possibles, le château de monseigneur le baron était le

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