Oliver's "Unearthly Neighbors" Chad Oliver, an Anthropologist, wrote particularly plausible novels of First Contact -- a term, after all, which originated in the field of Anthropology. The first of his masterpieces. Ballentine, ; revised first hardcover edition, New York: Crown, ] in later had a sequel, "The Shores of Another Sea.
For years we had scarcely been separated; we had lived, travelled, thought and dreamed together; had liked the same things, had admired the same books, understood the same authors, trembled with the same sensations, and very often laughed at the same individuals, whom we understood completely by merely exchanging a glance.
He married, quite suddenly, a little girl from the provinces, who had come to Paris in search of a husband.
How in the world could that little thin, insipidly fair girl, with her weak hands, her light, vacant eyes, and her clear, silly voice, who was exactly like a hundred thousand marriageable dolls, have picked up that intelligent, clever young fellow?
Can any one understand these things? No doubt he had hoped for happiness, simple, quiet and long-enduring happiness, in the arms of a good, tender and faithful woman; he had seen all that in the transparent looks of that schoolgirl with light hair.
He had not dreamed of the fact that an active, living and vibrating man grows weary of everything as soon as he understands the stupid reality, unless, indeed, he becomes so brutalized that he understands nothing whatever. What would he be like when I met him again? Still lively, witty, light-hearted and enthusiastic, or in a state of mental torpor induced by provincial life?
A man may change greatly in the course of fifteen years! The train stopped at a small station, and as I got out of the carriage, a stout, a very stout man with red cheeks and a big stomach rushed up to me with open arms, exclaiming: You have not grown thin!
Good living, a good table and good nights! Eating and sleeping, that is my existence! His eyes alone had not changed, but I no longer saw the same expression in them, and I said to myself: There are three more at home.
I got into a carriage which he drove himself, and we set off through the town, a dull, sleepy, gloomy town where nothing was moving in the streets except a few dogs and two or three maidservants. We were soon out of the town, and the carriage turned into a garden that was an imitation of a park, and stopped in front of a turreted house, which tried to look like a chateau.
A lady appeared on the steps, dressed for company, and with company phrases all ready prepared. She was no longer the light-haired, insipid girl I had seen in church fifteen years previously, but a stout lady in curls and flounces, one of those ladies of uncertain age, without intellect, without any of those things that go to make a woman.
In short, she was a mother, a stout, commonplace mother, a human breeding machine which procreates without any other preoccupation but her children and her cook-book. She welcomed me, and I went into the hall, where three children, ranged according to their height, seemed set out for review, like firemen before a mayor, and I said: I went in, and in the depths of an easy-chair, I saw something trembling, a man, an old, paralyzed man.
Madame Radevin came forward and said: He is a treasure, that old man; he is the delight of the children. But he is so greedy that he almost kills himself at every meal; you have no idea what he would eat if he were allowed to do as he pleased.
But you will see, you will see. He looks at all the sweets as if they were so many girls.
You never saw anything so funny; you will see presently. My windows looked out across a dreary, interminable plain, an ocean of grass, of wheat and of oats, without a clump of trees or any rising ground, a striking and melancholy picture of the life which they must be leading in that house.
A bell rang; it was for dinner, and I went downstairs. Madame Radevin took my arm in a ceremonious manner, and we passed into the dining-room. A footman wheeled in the old man in his armchair.
He gave a greedy and curious look at the dessert, as he turned his shaking head with difficulty from one dish to the other. Simon rubbed his hands: The old man did not like the soup, and refused to eat it; but he was obliged to do it for the good of his health, and the footman forced the spoon into his mouth, while the old man blew so energetically, so as not to swallow the soup, that it was scattered like a spray all over the table and over his neighbors.
The children writhed with laughter at the spectacle, while their father, who was also amused, said: He devoured the dishes on the table with his eyes, and tried to seize them and pull them over to him with his trembling hands.
They put them almost within his reach, to see his useless efforts, his trembling clutches at them, the piteous appeal of his whole nature, of his eyes, of his mouth and of his nose as he smelt them, and he slobbered on his table napkin with eagerness, while uttering inarticulate grunts.
And the whole family was highly amused at this horrible and grotesque scene. Then they put a tiny morsel on his plate, and he ate with feverish gluttony, in order to get something more as soon as possible, and when the sweetened rice was brought in, he nearly had a fit, and groaned with greediness, and Gontran called out to him: Then he began to cry; he cried and trembled more violently than ever, while all the children laughed.Complete summary of Guy de Maupassant's A Family Affair.
eNotes plot summaries cover all the significant action of A Family Affair. Mar 30, · Library. Guy De Maupassant. Henri-René-Albert-Guy de Maupassant was born in at the Château de Miromesnil, near Dieppe, France.
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Did you know that you can help us produce ebooks by proof-reading just one page a day? Go to: Distributed Proofreaders. A SELECTION from the WRITINGS of GUY DE MAUPASSANT SHORT STORIES of the TRAGEDY AND COMEDY OF LIFE WITH A CRITICAL PREFACE BY PAUL BOURGET of the French Academy.
A Family by Guy de Maupassant A Family. Synopsis In the short story A Family shows that how the old friend that had lost sight for fifteen years meet again. It shows when “I” went to see her friend after he got married.
This situation shows how the relationship in friendship never be endless. She tells us how closed are they in fifteen. START HERE IF YOU ONLY REMEMBER WHAT THE BOOK COVER LOOKED LIKE David Hartwell supplied the quotations here, Your Humble Webmaster did the rest.