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Seeing that I am on a fave French romantic movies rewatch binge, it was pretty inevitable I was going to get to The Horseman on the Roof/Le Hussard sur le Toit, a 1995 movie starring Juliet Binoche and Olivier Martinez.

He is an Italian revolutionary on the run, she is a French aristocrat trying to get back to her elderly husband. Together they travel the troubled landscape of 1832 France.

I FUCKING LOVE THIS MOVIE!

It’s gorgeous and intelligent and etc etc, but mainly because I ship Pauline and Angelo to a ridiculously insane degree despite (or because) their love story is unspoken and unacted-upon. They are both deeply honorable people and she is a married woman, so they never do make love - the scene above is the closest physical contact they allow themselves* - yeah, the almost-hug and his kissing her hand while asking her to forgive him is the most they get - but I. Don’t. Care! They burn up the screen. And the ending makes me hopefully happy forever…

* I always found it bitterly ironic that he finally gets to touch her naked body but it’s a grotesque parody of making love because he is desperately trying to save her from death by cholera and neither is thinking about romance at that point…ah, movie, you are evil.

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6. Yes, I do, and yes, it is. I’m more likely, I think, to savor the language for its own sake when reading in a second language (usually French or German.) I suspect that this is partly a function of reading more slowly, and partly because, if I go to the trouble of seeking out a foreign-language novel, it’s usually of a very high quality. (This is more true for French than for German, since I read it less fluently.)

8. Probably Pride and Prejudice. :) This is not because Austen’s prose is simple, but because it wears its complexity lightly. P&P is comfortingly familiar, but I always discover new things in it. And Austen’s writing sparkles so brilliantly that even brief excerpts of it, on a convalescent’s short attention span, are delightful. The last time I was really stuck in bed sick (I fell over when trying to get myself a glass of water; it wasn’t pretty) my flatmate brought me Outlander, which was a good sickbed read.

31. Jean Giono, Le Hussard sur le Toit, if you haven’t read it already! Its portraits of landscapes and people are just brilliant.

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