"Nana" is a realistic novel written in spontaneous style. As the story begins we meet the protagonist Nana, a prostitute. The novel focusses on the behaviour of the wealthy and elite of Paris at a time when France was world renowned as the centre of adult entertainment. Zola has successfully captured the corruption of the high-class French in the mid-1800s. Engrossing!
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Page 1 - CHAPTER I AT nine o'clock in the evening the body of the house at the Theatre des Varietes was still all but empty. A few individuals, it is true, were sitting quietly waiting in the balcony and stalls, but these were lost, as it were, among the ranges of seats whose coverings of cardinal velvet loomed in the subdued light of the dimly-burning lustre.
Page 7 - It had ended by his deciding to print the names of the two actresses in the same-sized type. But it wouldn't do to bother him. Whenever any of his little women, as he called them - Simonne or Clarisse, for instance wouldn't go the way he wanted her to he just up with his foot and caught her one in the rear. Otherwise life was impossible. Oh yes, he sold 'em; HE knew what they fetched, the wenches! "Tut!