Salammbo — Story, Setting & Ideas

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Flaubert, Gustave, 1821-1880 Project Gutenberg 2006 Not confirmed
Historical fiction; Carthage (Extinct city) -- History -- Fiction Readers of public-domain and historical texts
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Text sections 16

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Flaubert's Carthaginian novel opens with a feast where mercenaries from many nations eat and drink in Hamilcar's gardens, revealing tensions between the soldiers and their absent general through vivid sensory detail and cultural contrasts.
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s protect you; you are going to become rich. When will the nuptials be?”

“Yours! for with us,” said the Gaul, “when a woman gives drink to a soldier, it means that she offers him her couch.”

He had not finished when Narr’ Havas, with a bound, drew a javelin from his girdle, and, leaning his right foot upon the edge of the table, hurled it against Matho.

The javelin whistled among the cups, and piercing the Lybian’s arm, pinned it so firmly to the cloth, that the shaft quivered in the air.

Matho quickly plucked it out; but he was weaponless and naked; at last he lifted the over-laden table with both arms, and flung it against Narr’ Havas into the very centre of the crowd that rushed between them. The soldiers and Numidians pressed together so closely that they were unable to draw their swords. Matho advanced dealing great blows with his head. When he raised it, Narr’ Havas had disappeared. He sought for him with his eyes. Salammbô also was gone.

Then directing his looks to the palace he perceived the red door with the black cross closing far above, and he darted away.

They saw him run between the prows of the galleys, and then reappear along the three staircases until he reached the red door against which he dashed his whole body. Panting, he leaned against the wall to keep himself from falling.

But a man had followed him, and through the darkness, for the lights of the feast were hidden by the corner of the palace, he recognised Spendius.

The slave without replying began to tear his tunic with his teeth; then kneeling beside Matho he tenderly took his arm, and felt it in the shadow to discover the wound.

By a ray of the moon which was then gliding between the clouds, Spendius perceived a gaping wound in the middle of the arm. He rolled the piece of stuff about it, but the other said irritably, “Leave me! leave me!”

“Oh no!” replied the slave. “You released me from the ergastulum. I am yours! you are my master! command me!”

Matho walked round the terrace brushing against the walls. He strained his ears at every step, glancing down into the silent apartments through the spaces between the gilded reeds. At last he stopped with a look of despair.

“Listen!” said the slave to him. “Oh! do not despise me for my feebleness! I have lived in the palace. I can wind like a viper through the walls. Come! in the Ancestor’s Chamber there is an ingot of gold beneath every flagstone; an underground path leads to their tombs.”

“Well! what matters it?” said Matho.

They were on the terrace. A huge mass of shadow stretched before them, appearing as if it contained vague accumulations, like the gigantic billows of a black and petrified ocean.

But a luminous bar rose towards the East; far below, on the left, the canals of Megara were beginning to stripe the verdure of the gardens with their windings of white. The conical roofs of the heptagonal temples, the staircases, terraces, and ramparts were being carved by degrees upon the paleness of the dawn; and a girdle of white foam rocked around the Carthaginian peninsula, while the emerald sea appeared as if it were curdled in the freshness of the morning. Then as the rosy sky grew larger, the lofty houses, bending over the sloping soil, reared and massed themselves like a herd of black goats coming down from the mountains. The deserted streets lengthened; the palm-trees that topped the walls here and there were motionless; the brimming cisterns seemed like silver bucklers lost in the courts; the beacon on the promontory of Hermæum was beginning to grow pale. The horses of Eschmoun, on the very summit of the Acropolis in the cypress wood, feeling that the light was coming, placed their hoofs on the marble parapet, and neighed towards the sun.

It appeared, and Spendius raised his arms with a cry.

Flaubert's Carthaginian novel opens with a feast where mercenaries from many nations eat and drink in Hamilcar's gardens, revealing tensions between the soldiers and their absent general through vivid sensory detail and cultural contrasts. The description of the setting—a palace of yellow Numidian marble with ebony staircases and gilded trellises—immediately establishes a world of opulence and menace. The soldiers, described as 'men of all nations,' are distinguished by their dialects and physiques: 'the Greek might be recognised by his slender figure, the Egyptian by his elevated shoulders, the Cantabrian by his broad calves.' This catalog of peoples hints at the fragile alliances that will fracture as the narrative unfolds.

The feast itself is a study in excess and unease. The soldiers eat and drink 'with perfect freedom' in the master's absence, but the palace remains 'solemn and impenetrable as the face of Hamilcar.' The juxtaposition of abundance—roses, pomegranates, wine-presses—with the presence of a prison for slaves and dens for wild beasts suggests a society built on coercion. Flaubert's prose lingers on sensory overload: the perfume of citron trees mingles with 'the exhalation from the perspiring crowd,' creating an atmosphere that is both intoxicating and oppressive.

A World of Contrasts: Opulence and Brutality

From the opening chapter, Flaubert juxtaposes luxury with violence. The gardens of Megara are filled with fig-trees, sycamores, and a field of roses, yet the same estate contains a prison for slaves and dens for wild beasts. The palace itself is described with meticulous detail—'large, straight, ebony staircase, bearing the prow of a vanquished galley at the corners of every step'—but this grandeur is undercut by the presence of 'brass gratings protecting it from scorpions below.' The soldiers, who are both guests and potential threats, are acutely aware of this duality. They see the palace as 'solemn and impenetrable,' a reflection of the general who commands it.

This tension extends to the feast itself. The soldiers are celebrating a battle anniversary, but their freedom is contingent on Hamilcar's absence. The narrative hints at underlying grievances: the mercenaries are unpaid, and their loyalty is uncertain. Flaubert's description of the crowd—'Ligurians, Lusitanians, Balearians, Negroes, and fugitives from Rome'—emphasizes the heterogeneity of the army, a collection of disparate groups bound by contract rather than allegiance. The sensory details—the 'heavy Dorian dialect,' the 'resonant Celtic syllables rattling like chariots of war'—create a cacophony that mirrors the political discord.

The Mercenary Lens: Alienation and Perspective

Flaubert frequently adopts the perspective of the mercenaries, filtering the opulence of Carthage through their eyes. The palace is described not as a home but as a fortress, its 'red doors quartered with black crosses' and 'trellises of gilded rods' suggesting both wealth and imprisonment. The soldiers are outsiders in this world, and their observations are tinged with resentment. They note the 'haughty opulence' of the architecture, which seems to mock their own poverty. This alienation is reinforced by the narrative's focus on their physicality: the captains wear 'bronze cothurni,' while the common soldiers are 'scattered beneath the trees,' their bodies marked by labor and war.

The feast itself becomes a site of cultural collision. The mercenaries eat and drink with 'perfect freedom,' but their behavior is observed by the palace slaves, who are 'running scared and half-naked.' The gazelles flee 'bleating on the lawns,' a detail that underscores the disruption caused by the soldiers' presence. Flaubert's prose captures the unease of this encounter, where the boundaries between guest and invader blur. The soldiers are both part of the celebration and a threat to it, a duality that will drive the conflict of the novel.

The Politics of Exchange: Captives and Negotiations

In Chapter IX, the narrative shifts to Hamilcar's campaign and the political calculations of war. After a victory, Hamilcar sends two thousand captives to Carthage, 'all with their arms fastened behind their backs with a bar of bronze which caught them at the nape of the neck.' The procession of wounded prisoners, driven by whips, provokes 'a delirium of joy' in the city. The citizens celebrate by rubbing the faces of the Patæc Gods with butter and cinnamomum, a ritual that blends religious devotion with triumphalism. The gods themselves are described as having 'big eyes, their big bodies, and their arms raised as high as the shoulder,' a grotesque image that mirrors the violence of the war.

Hamilcar's strategy involves detaching the tribes from the Barbarians and then isolating the mercenaries. He receives embassies from towns like Zounghar and Assoura, and country people bring 'bags containing heads of Mercenaries killed, so they said, by themselves, but which they had cut off corpses.' This detail reveals the brutality of the conflict and the precariousness of loyalty. The Ancients, meanwhile, debate the exchange of prisoners: Hamilcar wants to trade Barbarians for the aged Gisco, but the offer is refused, leading to the execution of captives. The narrative highlights the cold calculus of war, where human lives are bargaining chips and alliances are fleeting.

Flaubert's Carthage is a world of sensory excess and political fragility, where every feast conceals a threat and every victory breeds resentment. Readers should attend to the recurring motifs of confinement and display—the prison within the palace, the captives paraded through the streets—as they signal the underlying violence of this civilization. The novel's power lies not in its plot but in its accumulation of precise, often unsettling details that evoke a society on the brink of collapse.

I often think of Flaubert’s mercenaries, those restless men in Hamilcar’s gardens, drunk on wine and resentment. Their hunger was for more than bread, a longing that echoes strangely in The rebellion of the Princess — Reading Notes. Both worlds hold that ache beneath the glitter. It is a quiet kinship, felt between the lines, like recognizing an old friend in a crowd.

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