HUGO, VICTOR MARIE (1802-1885), French poet and novelist, was the third son of Captain (subsequently General) Joseph Leopold Sigisbert Hugo by his wife Sophie, daughter of M. Trebuchet of Nantes. In the autobiographical notes which the poet dictated to his wife and which were published in 1863 under the title Victor Hugo raconte par un temoin de sa vie, a wholly apocryphal account of the origins of the Hugo family is given. History discloses only that the poet's grandfather, Joseph Hugo, was a carpenter at Nancy, that his great grandfather was a peasant-farmer in the Vosges. His mother's family were of Breton, and indeed Celtic origin, and the fact that Victor Hugo was thus "d'un sang breton et lorrain a la f ois," may account for the curious blending in his character of imagination and insensi tiveness, of recklessness and caution, of extravagance and parsi mony. At the time of the poet's birth his father, who was sus pected by Bonaparte of being a supporter of Moreau, had been relegated to the command of a battalion at Besancon. It was here, in the Maison Barette on the Place St. Quentin, that Victor Hugo was born on Feb. 26, 1802.
Victor Hugo's life divides itself into seven distinct though unequal periods. There is his exciting Napoleonic childhood (1802– ! 15) ; his infant-prodigy period in Paris (1815-22) ; his royalist period (1822-27) ; the three turbulent years of the romantic crusade (1827-3o) ; the 15 successful years under Louis Philippe (183o-45) ; his political period, and his 18 years of exile (1852– 70) ; and the final apotheosis when he lived on as the bard and prophet of the Third Republic (187o-85).
but it is a fact that his early years were inflamed by many journeys and excitements, and that his whole subsequent attitude towards life was much affected by the contrasts and vicissitudes, by the actual flash and jingle, of the Napoleonic era. His father had attached himself to Joseph Bonaparte and accompanied that monarch first to Naples and then to Madrid. Of the Italian jour ney, undertaken at the age of five, little remained for Hugo beyond some faint memories of Rome and Naples, of the snow and sledges upon the Mont Cenis, of the nut-trees among the rocks at Avellino. The Spanish journey of 1811 left an infinitely deeper impress. General Hugo was by then a count of the Empire. ' He was governor of Madrid, and King Joseph's confidential ad viser : he was count of Cifuentes and marquis of Siguenza : he possessed on paper large properties in Castile and a fortune of one million reals. There was no limit to the honours or prosperity which such a father could obtain, and the Spanish journey was thus undertaken in a blaze of anticipation and with all the con veniences and attentions accorded to highly important personages. Such glories left an indelible impression, but they were not of long duration. Victor and his brother Eugene were sent to the College of Nobles in Madrid, where they were supposed to con sort with the Spanish aristocracy. The latter, however, regarded them as foreigners and invaders, whereas the Jesuits who were in charge of the college imagined that they were Protestants and eyed them askance. It was not a happy period; and it produced in Hugo an aristocracy-complex, a love-hatred of aristocracy, which, working on his persistent egoism, became one of the many con- , stituents of his later demagogics. For the moment, however, his vanity reacted to these humiliations only in the form of national arrogance : Chez dix peuples vaincus, je passais sans defense Et leur respect craintif etonnait mon enfance . . . Quand je balbutais le nom cheri de la France Je faisais palir l'etranger.
By the spring of 1812 the French position in Madrid, in spite of the pallor of the inhabitants, became insecure : General Hugo felt it safer to send his rife and children back to Paris.
In the intervals of these Italian and Spanish expeditions, Mme. Hugo educated her children in Paris. She was a hard and stingy woman, imperious, independent and cold. Her politics were anti Bonapartist, she was royalist and Vendeenne. Her religion was Voltairean, inclining to deism. Her influence upon her children was immense and she succeeded for many years in imposing upon them her dislike of Napoleon, her very acute dislike of their on father. They were happy there, in the large garden of No. 12 Impasse des Feuillantines, where they climbed the trees, and played with little Adele Foucher, and had pleasant discursive lessons from Pere de la Riviere, and listened to the long stories of General Lahorie, an aged conspirator whom their mother was hiding from the police. With the fall of Napoleon the fortunes of the Hugo family declined suddenly : their many castles in Spain melted into the air: General Hugo was interned on an allowance of £40 a year at Blois, where he established an alternative Mme. Hugo, and became thereafter for his sons "le brigand de la Loire." Mme., no longer countess, Hugo found herself in reduced cir cumstances : she left the Feuillantines and took a small flat in the rue Bonaparte. And Victor Hugo, for his part, was sent to the Pension Cordier, rue Marguerite, to prepare for the Ecole Poly technique. These circumstances of his early years have been recorded in some detail since their grandeur and their instability help to explain many outstanding faults in Hugo's genius and char acter. His intermittent education, the constant disagreements between his father and mother, the contrast between the splen dours of his father's prospects and the meagre squalor of the result, the violent tawdriness of the whole Napoleonic system, account in their several ways for the superficiality of his knowl edge and convictions, for his flashy exaggerations, for his passion for contrast, for the actual vulgarity of his character and mind. For the first 13 years of his life he was continually in a dramatic, and therefore in a false, position : a twist was thereby given to his egoism which developed into a foolish, and subsequently an em bittered, form of conceit.
Politics and Exile (1845-1870).—Victor Hugo, unlike Cha teaubriand or Lamartine or Byron, was not good at politics. In the tribune of the House of Peers he ranted and raved and indulged in phrases of such bombastic rhetoric that even his brother peers failed to take him seriously. After the revolution of 1848 he stood for the presidency of the Republic but obtained only a very few votes. During the coup d'etat of December 1851, he made a scene in an omnibus, and he addressed the troops in the Place de la Bastille from a four-wheeler. He was a member of the committee of Insurrection and behaved during the two days of December with courage but without good sense. He was rescued by Juliette Drouet, and finally on Dec. 14, 1851 he escaped to Brussels in the disguise of a workman. In Aug. 1852 he proceeded to Jersey, where he lived at Marine Parade ("la roche ou j'ai ploye mon aile") and from where he published Napoleon le Petit (1852) and Les Cliatiments (1853) which, whatever its weakness and exaggeration as a satire, contains some of the most marvellous of his metrical triumphs. In 1855 he moved to Guernsey where, the next year, he bought Hauteville House. Here he resided, revelling in his martyrdom, for 17 years. In 1856, at the age that is of 54, he published Les Contemplations' which contain what is perhaps the most durable section of his lyric verse, and two years later he composed the first section of the Legende des Siecles. In 1862 he published Les Miserables, and in 1866 Les Travailleurs de la Mer and in 1869 L'homme qui rit. The last years of his exile had been saddened by the desertion of his family : his wife went to live in Brussels where she died in 1868: his daughter Adele ran away with an English officer ; only Mme. Drouet, in her cottage next to Hauteville House, remained faithful to the veteran egoist. The establishment of the Republic released Victor Hugo from exile. He returned in triumph to Paris in Sept. 187o.
Last Years (187o-1885).—His re-entry into the political life of his country was not of long duration. He was elected to the Na tional Assembly but resigned on being unable to obtain a hear ing. During the Commune he moved to Brussels where his offer to house the communist exiles led to a riot and his expulsion by the Belgian Government. On his return to Paris he was elected to the Senate, but took no part in the debates. It was easier and safer for him to remain in his house in the Avenue d'Eylau and to watch while one by one the beacons of his apotheosis were lit around him. His fame was universal : his faculties undimmed by age. In his 8oth year he published those still fresh and lovely verses of the Quatre Vents de l'Esprit: he attended the triumphant jubilee of Hernani; and on his 8oth birthday he was acclaimed by six hundred thousand of his fellow citizens. Juliette Drouet, faithful to the end, died in 1883 : and on May 31, 1885 Victor Hugo himself was buried in the Pantheon. His body, in accordance with his last behest, had been placed in a pauper's coffin ; for a night it lay in state under the Arc de Triomphe ; the pomp and drama of his funeral was symbolic of his strangely histrionic mind.
The output of his last years was, in quantity if not in quality, amazing, It can be catalogued as follows :—Actes et Paroles (1872) ; L'Annee Terrible (1872); Quatre-vingt-treize (1874); Legende des Siecles (second series 1877) ; L'Art d'être grand-pere (1877); L'Histoire d'un crime (1877) ; Discours pour Voltaire (1878); Le Pape (1878); La Pitie supreme (1879); L'Ane (188o) ; Religions et Religion (188o) ; Les Quatre Vents de l'E.s prit 0880; Torquemada (1882) ; Legende des Siecles (3rd 1883) . Of the many posthumous works published by his friends Paul Meurice and Auguste Vacquerie the most interesting is the volume of autobiographical notes entitled Choses vues, and the collection of poetry published under the name of Toute la Lyre. The other posthumous collections served only to harm the poet's reputation.
The idolatry with which Victor Hugo was acclaimed by his worshippers has produced an inevitable reaction. Under the in fluence of this reaction his bad qualities—his vulgarity, his bom bast, the tenuity of his thought and feeling, his sheer blatant egoism—have obscured his remarkable gifts. It is possible per haps to make a juster estimate. From the historical point of view Victor Hugo is unquestionably one of the greatest figures in French literature. His influence was not only very deep but also extremely wide : it is possible to find in Hugo's work the germ of practically every subsequent movement, whether Parnassian, Symbolist or Decadent ; such diverse figures as Baudelaire, Verlaine and even Rimbaud owe him heavy debts ; he was without doubt the greatest literary influence in 19th century France. It is true that this influence bore almost wholly on technique, but technique in French poetry is of primary importance. Victor Hugo was not quite the revolutionary ("le demagogue horrible et deborde") that he pre tended : but he did re-introduce the lovely metres and cadences of the 16th century, he did break the tyranny of Boileau, and he did render the French ear sensitive to the delicate vowel changes and balances in which their language is so rich. Thus although his drama is dead, and his novels can scarcely be compared with those of Balzac, Sand or even Dumas, yet the great mass of his verse, whether lyric, satiric or narrative, will always retain, not only its beauty but its strength. Most of Hugo's boasts about him self, about that "ego Hugo" who was the centre of all his thoughts, are not only insufferable, but inaccurate : he was right, however, and absolutely right, when he described himself as placed "au centre de tout comme un echo sonore." His receptive faculty was unlimited : his interpretive faculty was of a high standard : it was his selective faculty which was at fault. The fact that he could, with dangerous facility, cast into beautiful and convincing form what the average person of 184o-8o felt inarticulately, accounts not only for his unequalled popularity, but for his own unfortunate conviction that he was the prophet of his country and his age.
"Moi," he exclaims in a characteristic passage: "Moi, qui me crus apotre . .
"La France, dans sa nuit profonde "Verra ma torche flamber." Interpretation and melody, however, are not enough. Victor Hugo possessed a trivial character and an uninteresting mind. A high quality of either mind or character are not perhaps essential to the finest poetry, but the absence of both must always reduce a poet to the second category. Hugo was a master of language : he was a great literary figure : he might perhaps have been a great mystic had he been less worldly : but as it is, when asked who was the greatest French poet of the 19th century we must reply, in the words of a recent French cynic, "Unfortunately, Victor Hugo." (H. Ni.) Barbou, Profils et grimaces (1856) ; A. Vacquerie, Victor Hugo raconte par un temoin de sa vie (1863) ; E. Bire, Victor Hugo (188o), Victor Hugo avant 1830 (1883), Victor Hugo apres 1830, and Victor Hugo apres 1852 (i894) ; the last three books are very valuable. See also A. Asselone, Victor Hugo intime (1885) ; R. Lesclide, Propos de table de Victor Hugo (1885) ; E. Depuy, Victor Hugo, l'homme et le poete (1887), and La jeunesse de Victor Hugo (1902) ; L. Gimbaud, Victor Hugo et Juliette Drouet (1914); F. Gregh, Etude sur Victor Hugo (1915) ; L. Barthon, Les amours d'un poete (1919) ; Mme. Duclaux, Victor Hugo (1921; an excellent and truthful book) ; Mary Robinson, Victor Hugo (1925).