"What is this history of Fantine? It is society purchasing a slave."
Summary
Fantine had been dismissed as winter took its cold, iron grip on the world. She kept to herself, and wandered about the town without hope. She did not have enough money for nearly anything: she could not afford proper clothing for winter; she could not afford her debts for her furniture; and most importantly, she could not afford the dues for Cosette which the Thénardiers had recently increased. Desperate, Fantine goes to a barber; her beaming golden locks fell to her knees, and she sells every golden hair for a sum of ten francs. With the barber money she buys a petticoat for Cosette, like the Thénardiers claimed to need. However they had no need of the worthless cloth, for they wanted the money; they gave the coat to Éponine.
The Thénardiers wrote again, still asking for more, this time begging Fantine to send money for medicine, claiming that poor Cosette had been stricken with military fever. After learning the possibility of death from the fever, Fantine makes no hesitation in reporting to the dentist she saw earlier that day. She returns home with fourty francs for the Thénardiers and a hole where her two front teeth once were. Fantine's only friend, Marguerite, despairs at the sight of poor Fantine, who she found sitting in the dark claiming to be content because Cosette will live another day.
Fantine sold back her furniture. She sold everything until she had nothing but a blanket for a bed and her meager shanty. The Thénardiers continued to ask for more, but Fantine has no more to give. Fantine despairs, for she cannot sustain the only light in her terrible life. Marguerite, loyal as ever, takes the poor woman and has her sell the one thing she has left: her body. From here on, she belonged to everyone, for everyone knew of her abysmal circumstance, and everyone took advantage of it. She was an object to play with, to tease, to mock, to bully. She was a sex doll for the lustful, prey for the envious, and a spit-bowl for the proud. Fantine was no more; she was but an empty shell, pouring what little soul she has left into feeding Cosette. But in vain.
Fantine sold back her furniture. She sold everything until she had nothing but a blanket for a bed and her meager shanty. The Thénardiers continued to ask for more, but Fantine has no more to give. Fantine despairs, for she cannot sustain the only light in her terrible life. Marguerite, loyal as ever, takes the poor woman and has her sell the one thing she has left: her body. From here on, she belonged to everyone, for everyone knew of her abysmal circumstance, and everyone took advantage of it. She was an object to play with, to tease, to mock, to bully. She was a sex doll for the lustful, prey for the envious, and a spit-bowl for the proud. Fantine was no more; she was but an empty shell, pouring what little soul she has left into feeding Cosette. But in vain.
Analysis
The brain has a tendency to organize everything it encounters, which often leads to organizing things in a hierarchy, whether it be that of a food chain in any given environment, what possessions we deem important enough to save in a fire, or, in this case, who to respect in society. The social hierarchy of Absolutist France, like most of Europe at the time, centered around the wealthy and centrifuged out anything that did not have the money to hang on. And those who did kicked and mocked those on the outside because it makes them happy; if there is someone below one's self, that means that one is above someone, that one is better and more superior to someone else. By placing one's self in the social hierarchy, it is easiest to compare one's self to those below one than to depress one's self with the unreachable glamour of the higher-ups. Therefore, those like Fantine are easily tossed farther down the ladder by being shoved down by those who have the strength, wealth, or ambition to do so.
Although pounded into the bottom of society, Fantine manages to remain content, for she is living vicariously through her daughter. She believes so strongly that her love for her child is what's keeping them both alive that she strives to keep going. Fantine's hope in a hopeless place is a combination of the human instinct of self-preservation and, more importantly, the motherly instinct to protect her children. Fantine gives all she has to keeping herself afloat to keep her daughter alive, and in making such a character Hugo created the "mother" archetype.
Thanks for reading,
Nick