This is my first Zola, and in a moment it dispelled all the cliches about Zola - bogged down in realism, slow going, stylistically impenetrable. I haven't been so taken over by a book since I read William Golding's Sea Trilogy
To the Ends of the Earth: A Sea Trilogy. Everything else in life seemed a distraction to getting back to it and find out what happened next.
There's an awful lot of crime and violence in the book - murders, attempted murders, wife-beating, contemplated murders - because this is the book in Zola's great cycle about criminality and the law. It's set against a background of the early railways, which are not only densely researched but also beautifully realised for the reader in their dirt, energy, and inventiveness.
The characters are uniformly believable, but the central female character of Severine is a particular triumph, a shallow and selfish woman whose mind we still understand and with whom we can sympathise throughout. Zola is very modern in feel, particularly in his sense of the way relationships change, and that the pivotal points often happen when we aren't aware of it, and nothing is spoken. He's also modern in his use of sexuality, and particularly female sexuality. Dickens had only been dead for 20 years, and Hardy was still writing, but they both seem like dinosaurs compared with Zola.
As well as dealing with the psychology of criminality and being very advanced in seeing the connection with mental illness, the book is a detective story, not a whodunnit but a willtheybefoundout. Zola is scathing about the politicisation of the Justice system, and the temptation for a weak magistrate to deliver the verdict a government wants.
There are also three wonderful action scenes - a train ride through a blizzard, a train crash and the last few pages - which will have you on the edge of your seat. As the book came to a close, the hairs on the back of my neck stood up at the power and brilliance of the writing.
I can't wait for the next Zola.