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#The Convent
lesmisscraper · 8 months
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During making a gifset for today's chapter, I found this sentence.
Cosette had been taught housekeeping in the convent, and she regulated their expenditure, which was very modest.
Vol. 4, Book 3, Chpater 2.
The nuns taught her housekeeping which literally meaning chores and other houseworks. But thinking about her childhood, I think this class would be one of the most hard classes for her, bring back the bad memories of that horrible inn. What would you think about this?
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ueinra · 1 year
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Vol.II - Book.VIII - Ch.VII
* Fauchelevent almost has a heart attack thinking that Valjean is died *
Valjean in the coffin enjoying his nap :
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ahollowgrave · 8 months
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Envoy (noun): A representative; a diplomat; a messenger.   // the stranger to Sister pipeline.
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Sister Kindness has the most enormous eyes you’ve ever seen. They are framed with dark lashes that crash against her chubby cheeks when she blinks. Their color is -- Very much green but dappled through with brown. They make you think of a creek bed and when she’s an idea there it is like the flash of a fish’s scales. 
They gleam, now.
As they regard you from across the old kitchen island. 
Sister Kindness is seated on a stool while her hands work, kneading dough. She always seems to be kneading, when you see her, with flour on her habit and egg in her hair. You watch a bit of yolk wobble.
She’s asking you something you should -- “-- we have a deal?”
You have been at the convent for a full moon. The last bit of Thanalan dirt has been scrubbed from behind your ears and you have broken every rule you’ve been given. 
And nothing has happened. You are so frustrated and impulse rules you, still. 
On a whim, you reach across the table and pinch a bit of the dough off. Sister Kindness only slows to let you and then resumes her work. Something inside you growls at the lack of punishment. The back of your teeth clench. 
You work the dough between your hands. Rolling it into a ball, flattening it, again and again. Sister Kindness sits in the quiet with you humming as she works. It is a nice sound, warm and rounded. Not once does she ask you for your answer. 
She only waits. Patient.
That creature stirs beneath your skin. You can feel your hackles rise. 
It all feels like such a trap.
But as you rifle through Sister Kindness’s proposal you can find no snares. You take on some of her chores and she lets you shelter in here -- she is offering you a hiding place. And first chance at anything that comes out of the oven.
(She is offering you more than this but you are a child and scared and unwise to the way of adults like these.)
(A hiding place is all well and good but you’ve little need to hide here. Here, you are safe.)
(But ‘Here’ is too big a space and you know not what to do with it.)
(It is a hand offered in friendship, this deal.)
Sister Kindness has turned from you so she can load the oven.
You watch the line of her broad shoulders.
There is no wariness in them. She trusts you enough despite your eager rule-breaking. (In truth: because of.)
It is enough. “Deal.”
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airasilver · 6 months
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Found some of my favorites. (I got to rewatch The Covenant. It got me into all the actors. Plus, I liked it and I really don’t like horror.)
Oklahoma! Is my favorite musical followed by Les Mis. Which I also have the movie. I found my copy of Adam Lambert and Val Kilmer’s The Ten Commandments Musical. I’ve been having fun putting them away and finding DVDs I forgot about.
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mudwerks · 10 months
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(via The Grim Gallery: Exhibit 4426)
The Convent (2021)
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max-e-doodle · 2 years
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The Convent.
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cornsword · 2 years
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I love The Convent without irony. Amazing what a few details can do to elevate a cheapie. Watching this year to pour one out for Officer Coolio.
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semper-legens · 2 years
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105. The Convent, by Marie Hargreaves
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Owned?: No, library Page count: 286 My summary: In 1959, at the age of six, Marie was taken from her home and family to a convent being run as an orphanage, where she was to stay for a few years. But this convent was run by a sadistic nun, who meted out punishments arbitrarily, and ruled through fear. Marie eventually returned to her family, but decades later, an investigation began to reveal the truth... My rating: 2.5/5 My commentary:
Ah, the tragic memoir. I work in a library now, and the shelves are stocked with this sort of book. And, I have to admit, I do feel drawn to these kind of stories, but I take issue with how they are presented a lot of the time. I didn’t have a good time reading this book, for reasons other than the subject matter. The way these books are formatted and presented is just...I don’t like it, I think it’s borderline exploitative and not the best way to inform about the horrible things that poor Marie Hargreaves went through.
Warning for child abuse, obviously.
As a disclaimer - nothing I am going to say beneath is meant to denigrate or dispute Hargreaves’ experiences. I entirely believe the truth of her story, I only mean to criticise the way in which this story is presented within the book, and the efficacy of the narrative, rather than Hargreaves’ memories and experiences. (I also suspect that Hargreaves did little of the actual writing, and that Ann and Joe Cusack are the ones who built this narrative from her testimony.)
So the way that this is presented is in narrative format, but the focus is just on endless, dreary misery. For a lot of the book, the events are pretty much ‘I did nothing/something innocuous, then I got abused, repeat’. And yes, this might be an accurate depiction of real events, but it isn’t a good way to construct a narrative around it. The story just feels like an ongoing series of similar events, then Marie goes home, and then the rest of her life is summarised very quickly. There isn’t a lot of a through-line, and we aren’t shown much of Marie’s life outside of her home life and the constant, unending abuse. Other people aren’t given much nuance - they’re abusers, and nothing else. All the other girls at the convent are bullies and abusive other than one, who is initially Marie’s friend before she too is encouraged to abuse her. I’m sort of torn on this, because while it makes the narrative feel one-dimensional, it could also be the case that this is all Hargreaves remembers of those people, which is entirely fair.
Also, we're shown scenes from Marie’s life, complete with dialogue, and I always have an issue believing that kind of thing. I mean, do people remember things they said verbatim, especially across a gap of dozens of years? It makes me feel more that what I am reading has had some liberties taken in terms of making the real-life testimony into a neat story. It takes me out of it hugely, which didn’t help.
Next up, more horrible true life things, with a book from the daughter of two killers.
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lesmisscraper · 2 days
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Valjean getting over the wall of Rue Petit-Picpus with Cosette. Volume 2, Book 5, Chapter 5.
Clips from <Il cuore di Cosette>.
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ueinra · 11 months
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Les Misérables, French Comic by Houy Raymond (1953)
I swear he was pretending to be dead just to make Fauchelevent cry and then decided to get up bc he took it too far.
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sometiktoksarevalid · 9 months
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