Pierre-Jules Renard or Jules Renard (February 22, 1864- May 22, 1910) was a French author and member of the Académie Goncourt, most famous for the works Poil de Carotte (Carrot hair) (1894) and Les Histoires Naturelles (Natural Histories) (1896). Among his other works are Le Plaisir de rompre (The Pleasure of Breaking) (1898) and Huit jours à la campagne (Eight Days in the Countryside) (1906).
The child of François Renard and Anna-Rose Colin, Renard was born by chance in Châlons du Maine
where his father was working on the construction of a railroad. Renard grew up in Chitry-les-Mines
). He had three older siblings including Amélie (b. 1858), who died at a young age. A second sister was also named Amélie (b. 1859). A third child, Maurice, was born before Pierre-Jules in 1862. Renard's childhood was characterized as difficult and sad ("un grand silence roux" or "a great ruddy silence"). Although he decided not to attend the prestigious École normale supérieure
, love of literature would eventually dominate his life. From 1885-1886, he served in the military in Bourges
Adult life and career
On April 28 1888
, Renard married Marie Morneau. He and his wife lived at 44 rue du Rocher in Paris
. He began to attend literary cafés and to contribute to Parisian newspapers. Among his steady friends were Alfred Capus
and Lucien Guitry
. Jules Renard wrote poems, short stories, short plays, novels and his famous Poil de carotte
. He was elected mayor ("maire") of Chitry
on May 15 1904
as the socialist
candidate and became member of the Académie Goncourt
in 1907, thanks to Octave Mirbeau
. He died of arteriosclerosis
Some of Jules Renard's works take their inspiration from the countryside he loved in the Nièvre region. His character portraits are sharp, ironic and sometimes cruel (in his Histoires naturelles
he humanizes animals and animalizes men) and he was an active supporter of pacifism
(apparent in La Bigote
- His journal (1897 to 1910, published in 1925) is a masterpiece of introspection, irony, humor and nostalgia, and also provides an important glimpse into the literary life.
- The British writer Somerset Maugham, was influenced to publish his own well-known journals by the example of Renard.
In the introduction to his own work A Writer's Notebook, Maugham wrote an apt summary of the virtues of Renard's journal: "The journal is wonderfully good reading. It is extremely amusing. It is witty and subtle and often wise... Jules Renard jotted down neat retorts and clever phrases, epigrams, things seen, the sayings of people and the look of them, descriptions of scenery, effects of sunshine and shadow, everything, in short, that could be of use to him when he sat down to write for publication."
American novelist Gilbert Sorrentino based his 1994 work Red the Fiend on Renard's Poil de Carotte
- Crime de village (1888)
- Sourires pincés (1890)
- L'écornifleur (1892)
- La lanterne sourde (1893)
- Coquecigrues (1893)
- Deux fables sans morale (1893)
- Le coureur de filles (1894)
- Histoires naturelles (1894) (text)
- Poil de carotte (1894) (text)
- Le vigneron dans sa vigne (1894)
- La maîtresse (1896)
- Bucoliques (1898)
- Les Philippe (1907)
- Patrie (1907)
- Mots d'écrit (1908)
- Ragotte (1909)
- Nos frères farouches (1909)
- Causeries (1910)
- L'œil clair (1913)
- Les cloportes (1919)
- La demande (1895)
- Le plaisir de rompre (1897)
- Le pain de ménage (1898)
- Poil de Carotte (1900)
- Monsieur Vernet (1903)
- La Bigote (1909)
- Huit jours à la campagne (1912)
- Journal, 1887-1910 (1925) (text)
- It is not how old you are but how you are old.
- Writing is an occupation in which you have to keep proving your talent to people who have none.
- Culture is what's left after you have forgotten everything.
- I don't know if God exists, but it would be better for His reputation if He didn't.
- Look for the ridiculous in everything, and you will find it.
- If money does not make you happy; give it back.
- Writing is the only way to talk without being interrupted.
- If one were to build the house of happiness, the largest space would be the waiting room.
- Dying serves no purpose so die now.
- The horse is the only animal into which one can bang nails.
- We don't understand life any better at forty than at twenty, but we know it and admit it.
- I find when I do not think of myself I do not think at all.
- Failure is not the only punishment for laziness; there is also the success of others.
- Laziness is nothing more than the habit of resting before you get tired.
- The only man who is really free is the one who can turn down an invitation to dinner without giving an excuse.
- Writing is the only profession where no one considers you ridiculous if you earn no money.
- As I grow to understand life less and less, I learn to love it more and more.
- I am never bored anywhere; being bored is an insult to oneself.
- If i were to begin life again, I should want it as it was. I would only open my eyes a little more.