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Partnership[ edit ] They formed a partnership that "is possibly unique in literary history. Career[ edit ] Their career as writers began with an account of a sketching holiday together. They then published books on aspects of 18th-century French and Japanese art and society. They wrote the long Journal des Goncourt from , which gives a view of the literary and social life of their time. When they came to write novels, it was with a similar attempt to give the inner, undiscovered, minute truths of contemporary existence.
It is based on the true case of their own maidservant, Rose Malingre, whose double life they had never suspected. After the death of Jules, Edmond continued to write novels in the same style. Seen through the nerves, in this conscious abandonment to the tricks of the eyesight, the world becomes a thing of broken patterns and conflicting colours, and uneasy movement.
A novel of the Goncourts is made up of an infinite number of details, set side by side, every detail equally prominent. While a novel of Flaubert, for all its detail, gives above all things an impression of unity, a novel of the Goncourts deliberately dispenses with unity in order to give the sense of the passing of life, the heat and form of its moments as they pass.
It is written in little chapters, sometimes no longer than a page, and each chapter is a separate notation of some significant event, some emotion or sensation which seems to throw sudden light on the picture of a soul.
To the Goncourts humanity is as pictorial a thing as the world it moves in; they do not search further than "the physical basis of life," and they find everything that can be known of that unknown force written visibly upon the sudden faces of little incidents, little expressive moments.
The soul, to them, is a series of moods, which succeed one another, certainly without any of the too arbitrary logic of the novelist who has conceived of character as a solid or consistent thing. Their novels are hardly stories at all, but picture-galleries, hung with pictures of the momentary aspects of the world. They are buried together in the same grave in Montmartre Cemetery.
Edmond und Jules de Goncourt