Les Miserables

While I was picking up a couple of tour guides back home, I decided that for a train-fiction book, it might be fun to pick up “Les Miserables”. Something French to gear me up for our week in Paris. Thus far the train rides have combined interesting foreign country sides with updates and edits for blog entries.
All right, the country sides certainly aren’t foreign HERE. I’m the foreigner. Not The Foreigner by Larry Shue, just someone who’s too interested in watching ancient church towers and flocks of sheep rolling by to read my book.

Here is my synopsis and review of Victor Hugo’s work thus far:

A man enters a town. The man is Jean Valjean.
And now my review:
Victor Hugo brilliantly captures the feel and emotion of a strange man entering a town. Never have I read such a compelling and historical treatise of what it’s like for a man to be unwelcome, for some reason, in a town. I only hope the first two and a half pages of Hugo’s “The Hunchback of Notre Dame” have such a compelling introduction to the introduction of a character.