A French catholic writer from the early 20th century, largely forgotten.
Why?
Probably because he was so hard to cathegorize that nobody could claim him as their own.
Too interested in immorality for catholics, too stern for liberalists, too rigid for modernists, too experimental for traditionalists… It almost seems like he strived to be forgotten except for those who would accept him entirely for what he was. Something that, after reading six of his books, I still don't understand.
His books are dripping with layers of meaning, paradoxes, impossible images of unbearable power… A schizophrenic hunter confessing to a young girl in the woods that he may have killed someone, a reluctanct saint being kissed by the Devil in the middle of the night, a half-dead man having his throat filled with stones just before confessing what he saw on a fateful night…
Bernanos' novels are disturbing because he hints at something deeper than what he even intents to show. He points at a secret corner of our own hearts that we are afraid of looking at.
The resulting effect is an incredibly resonating prose that reverberates long after finishing one of his novels, like a stone thrown into the depths of a lake, still searching its bottom…
by GloomyMondayZeke
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Wow, it looks cool. The writing is hard?
Diary of a Country Priest changed my brain as a teenager. I think I respect Bernanos a bit, but like Flannery o Conner I find him disturbed and unable to abstract from their religous project. One of the better results of Catholic lit in the 20th century and probably better than what we have in English. Not a fan of Graham Greene.