Librarian and writer who is a cross between Enjolras and Hermione Granger. Multi-fandom and personal blog that is Les Mis focused, but will also contain large smatterings of other various fandoms (Phantom of the Opera, musical theater GALORE, Harry Potter, Tolkien, Marvel, classic literature, Criminal Minds, and House, among other things) as well as social justice, politics, and book and history geeking out. There will also be pieces of my writing. Always feel free to say hello! Vive la Revolution!
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"i want to watch captain america 2 again," i say as i walk out of the theater after watching captain america 2 for the fourth time
Barricades? What barricades? You mean pillow forts. For the party. Yeah, good times. Les amis, such cuties and dorks, totally alive and doing adorable fluffy stuff.
— Complete and Utter Denial, an autobiography by me
Okay, but why don’t I see more people talking about how it’s Grantaire who is the last voice on the barricades to speak for the republic.
Like, Enjolras doesn’t feel the need to speak up or over him, he just smiles.
And it’s Grantaire who has the last “Vive la république.”
That’s a very interesting thought! Indifference has warmed to action, and it foreshadows the fact that the torch has been passed - the fight that he did not participate in is still shining in his eyes, as it will shine in the eyes of others not there that day, who did not participate, or who are yet to be born. Enjolras’ part is done - it is for others to take up the cause.
I see Enjolras as already having said and done all he feels he needs to say or do - save for to die. People sometimes characterise him as ranting or rambling about his cause in fic…he typically doesn’t. For the most part he’s remarkably economic with words and with gestures, which makes it all the more powerful when he launches into either. Enjolras has no words for his executioners, save for to fully own his actions. He will not justify or evade.
That’s why the final interaction with Grantaire, while I can see it as Enjolras in his symbolic function (the Republic smiling upon the transfigured man who has embraced the cause) strikes me as so much more about an intimate and personal gesture. The thing Enjolras has been lacking in his aloof austerity, the touch of Anacharsis Cloots, has been developing…and this is its final manifestation. The man who, when we meet him, would not recognise the human plight and appeal of Rousseau’s children or of Evadne’s supplication develops at the barricade to be deeply affected by the plight of an elderly woman praying by candlelight. That same man who disdained Grantaire comes to embrace him and all his humanity - including but, I would suggest, not limited to the fanned spark of belief - with a smile.