Les Chants de Maldoror (The Songs of Maldoror), usually known as simply Maldoror, is an unclassifiable work of 19th century French literature by the Comte de Lautréamont, an otherwise unknown French nobleman, which tells the tale of the ultimate anti-hero. Maldoror is a cruel, callous, Byronic Magnificent Bastard who lives his entire life For the Evulz. Written in a wildly extravagant style, its a largely plot-free celebration of pure evil, and although it disappeared almost immediately on its first publication, it was rediscovered in the 20th century and had an enormous influence on the Surrealists.
More prosaically but more accurately, Les Chants de Maldoror is the main literary work of an obscure writer named Isidore Ducasse, who was born of French parents in Montevideo, Uruguay in 1847, was sent to school in France in 1859, was an undistinguished student, left school aged 19 in 1865, lived on money sent from his parents, published Maldoror pseudonymously in 1869 followed by a few other works, and died in Paris in 1870 from unknown causes which were probably related to the fact that the Siege of Paris was going on at the time.
Maldoror would likely have vanished without trace if the Surrealist movement hadnt discovered it in the 1920s. It appealed to them on a lot of levels, the authors bizarre sense of humour being one of them. Maldoror doesnt just cross the line twice: it crosses it a third time, walks along the line with its eyes shut, urinates on the line, pretends the line isnt there, and finally picks the line up, drapes it about itself and dances off singing into the gloomy twilight. This is all accomplished with huge amounts of Leaning on the Fourth Wall and Purple Prose.
Ducasse went on to write another work, Poésies ('Poems'), which aren't poems at all but a collection of maxims mostly taken from classic French literature, in which he appears to be attacking Maldoror's extravagance: an interesting early example of Author Tract combined with Creator Backlash and Heel Realization, except that scholars still can't decide whether Poésies is meant to be taken at face value any more than Maldoror is.
The French consider Maldoror to be a classic, and "Lautréamont" has been given the ultimate accolade of a French author: his complete works have been published in an edition of the Bibliothèque de la Pléiade. the French equivalent of (and inspiration for) the Library of America.
There have been various attempts to translate the work into English, most of them unsuccessful. The best as of 2016 is the version by Alexis Lykiard, who also translated the Poésies and Ducasse's few surviving letters.
Les Chants de Maldoror uses the following tropes:
- Beauty Is Never Tarnished: Averted in the case of Maldorors victim Mervyn, a handsome, golden-haired youth who gets killed by being attached to a giant sling and flung at the dome of the Pantheon, where his skeletal remains are left because nobody wants to take them off.
- Damn, It Feels Good to Be a Gangster!: Maldoror loves being a criminal.
- Diabolical Mastermind: Maldoror is one of these, having eluded the police for years. They never find him.
- For the Evulz: Why Maldoror does what he does."I shall set down in a few lines how upright Maldoror was during his early years, when he lived happy. There: done."
- Gothic Horror: Ladled on with a shovel.
- Glasgow Grin: Maldoror gives himself one. Or imagines giving himself one.
- Leaning on the Fourth Wall: See above, as the narrator warns that the book will do horrible things to the reader.
- Lemony Narrator: Makes lemonade with this trope."For that very reason, ridding myself of the light and sceptical turn of ordinary conversation, and prudent enough not to pose... I no longer know what I was intending to say, for I do not remember the start of the sentence."
- Names to Run Away from Really Fast: The title character has one.
- Nightmare Fetishist: Maldoror, to the extreme. From what little firsthand reports exist, Ducasse was one as well.
- Non Sequitur: Much of the narration runs on this. The most famous example is the narrator's description of a young man as being "as fair as [...] the chance meeting on a dissecting-table of a sewing-machine and an umbrella!" But there's also this beauty:"It is time to curb my inspiration and to pause a while along the way, as when one looks at a womans vagina."
- Purple Prose: An example chosen at random: "Although insomnia drags to the depths of the grave these muscles already redolent of a cypress odour, the white catacomb of my intelligence will never open its penetralia to the Creator's eyes."
- Tin Man: The narrator claims that "I know not how to laugh. I have never been able to laugh", but he clearly gets too much of a kick out of what hes writing to be genuinely emotionless.
- Unreliable Narrator: Maldoror's motivations and self-descriptions constantly shift over the course of the novel, and given his rather sardonic tone, it's quite possible that the reader isn't meant to take everything (or anything) he says seriously.
- Would Hurt a Child: More like Would Hack Off A Childs Rosy Cheeks With A Razor.