I first read Candide in high school. I simply had to. And I read it again and again. Foraging each time a new idea or enjoying a new perspective. A tale combining depth and irony. Narrative and style. Voltaire is one of the writers I wish I could have dinner with đ
As the lockdown comes to to an end and fear seems diminishing I canât prevent myself from turning these pages once more. Pausing regularly. The Lisbon earthquake was not a curse or a punishment. Neither is the virus. War is more than often simply an âheroic butcheryâ.
Canât as well forget his striking denunciation of slavery.
Or the âall is for the bestâ ironic leitmotiv.
How to discuss teleworking and the future of work without considering that âour labour preserves us from three great evils: weariness, vice and wantâ?
And what about the never ending debate that continues to divide the readers of Candide as well as the ones endlessly arguing about the âafterâ: optimism or pessimism ?
I am not sure Voltaire ever chose his camp in Candide and I love the idea he might not have. However I canât read the enigmatic conclusion âwe have to cultivate our gardenâ as a disillusioned and selfish statement. Itâs a call to action. Letâs roll up our sleeves and cultivate our planet.
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