Luna Pappas

Understanding Javert

It was almost sunset as we bookpacked our way to the bridge, a light breeze shifting the water of the Seine. As we stood upon the overpass where Javert met his end, I couldn’t help but reflect on my understanding of said character. I was first introduced to Les Miserables when I was young, and I had been absolutely obsessed with it. But little Luna had been puzzled by the character of Javert, specifically by the choices he made. It had seemed a bit confusing, back then, that this rigid, intense, and unrelenting symbol would fold so suddenly. That he couldn’t accept his new worldview, could change himself upon being shown kindness, couldn’t work to therefore grow and change himself in the same way Valjean had. But as I looked over those railings on the bridge, I considered not just what Javert symbolized, but who he was.

Javert is a character who is most defined by his rigidity in all aspects of life - most of all in his world view. He is extremely hard-lined, obeying rules, policies, and laws to an absolute T—often going overboard in his devotion. He believes that the world is purely black and white, with absolute goodness being found in the law, and absolute bad being within criminals. But the world is not pure black and white, but is instead a kaleidoscope of grey. One of the greatest themes of this novel is that the law can be corrupt, discriminatory, and unjust, and can be wrong in how it enacts justice. Likewise, good people can break laws out of a need to survive, not out of evil intentions or a malicious nature. Javert can therefore be understood as a man defined by his blind righteousness and naive justice, a protagonist in his mind but an antagonist in the book. 

Javert’s intense allegiance to the law doesn’t just affect the way he views others, but how he treats himself. He himself recognizes the fact that he is extremely strict with himself, which presents in all aspects of his life. For starters, he always makes sure his police uniform is perfect to the highest degree. He holds himself to such high standards, to the point where his collar buckle being slightly below his ear and not behind his nape is an indication of “one of those emotional upheavals inside him that might be called an inner earthquakes,”(Dickens, 290).

 I don't think I truly understood just how extreme this level of uniform compliance would have been until we bookpacking the Musée de l'Armée. Although the specific police uniform Javert would have worn wasn’t there, there were enough from that time period for me to understand the sheer amount of buttons, straps, and buckles these uniforms had. For me, the fact that Javert’s collar buckle being slightly off indicating severe inner turmoil really hammers just how hard-lined he is. 



Beyond his presentation, Javert demonstrates an urgent need to obey rule to an extreme degree, harshly punishing himself for any misstep. When he thought he’d mistakenly reported Madeline for Valjean, therefore committing insubordination, Javert demands that he be immediately fired. For a man defined by his need for justice, he is so quick to give up everything he defines himself by. There is no room for nuance, understanding, or sympathy for both himself and others, just pure black and white. 

But why is Javert like this? While it would be easy to paint this policeman as a surface level villain who needs no explanation for his actions, reflections on his childhood reveals further depth and complexity in this character. A fundamental part in my own understanding of Javert comes from exploring his background, which despite being scarce is extremely informative. He was born in prison to a mother and father who were incarcerated, and likely spent his early years within the hulks. This is a completely unexpected origin for an officer of the law, and the point at which Javert changes from a prison inhabitant to a guard is unclear. Another crucial detail is that Javert is specified to be a Romani man, a group which has historically faced harsh discrimination, racism, and are treated as perpetual outsiders and intruders.

How would an environment that is described to turn the best of men into the worst affect a toddler? How would a child internalize the harsh and rigid structure of prison? Because of his childhood, I believe Javert is a product of his upbringing more than any inherent attributes. From a very young age, he was witness to how people were literally split into two groups, the prisoner and guard, the attacker and protector, the evil and good. As described in the novel, he was an outsider to this society, neither the prisoner nor guard, and thus “had a choice between these two classes only”. When choosing between the described “attacker” or “protector” of society, he chose the path of the latter. Another factor which would have contributed to this choice would be Javert’s own opinions on his background and identity. It is explicitly stated that his “inexpressible hatred” for his ethnicity was one of the reasons why he chose to become a police officer. In the same vein, it’s likely that he feels similar shame and self-hatred over the fact his parents are both inmates. Javert therefore uses his identity as a police officer to both distance himself from these ‘bad’ parts of his identity, while simultaneously joining the side of the perceived ‘good guys’. 

From this, I can conclude that Javert could view criminality as a failure of character, and the breaking of laws as an act of pure evil. In Javert's mind, where the law is good and always correct, he rose out of his difficult childhood without breaking laws because he is a good person. Someone’s inability to do the same without breaking the law therefore means they are a fundamentally bad person. The law is never wrong, and criminals always are. This therefore works to inform his actions throughout the novel. Javert spares no sympathy for the struggles and suffering of Fantine, because in his mind, she is a fundamentally bad person. 

However, his entire worldview got flipped upside down when Valjean both saved Javert and offered himself up to him. Suddenly, that which was fundamentally bad is good, and the law which commands Javert to arrest Valjean is wrong. This goes against everything that the inspector knows, and this revelation breaks him. Perhaps if this had been another person, they could have grown and continued forward with life. But the very nature of who Javert is makes this impossible. His beliefs have been ingrained into his since childhood, and is what he defines his life by. If that was wrong, what else is? He therefore recognizes that he is in the wrong and, in line with his past behavior in the Madeline incident, believes he must be punished. He therefore chooses to

“set about handing in his resignation to God”
— Hugo, Pg.1200

So now - hearing the swells of the river, feeling the breeze on my face, seeing that greenish-blue water - I can’t help but think of Javert. Of the man so rigid and uniform, so extreme yet native. I think of the child who, born into a prison, was raised in the cruelty and abuse inherent in the justice system. Another character who is not inherently bad, but is simply a product of their environment. Bookpacking has opened my eyes to the fact that Javert was not just a one-note villain, but another of the “Miserables”.

The Audacity of the French Elite

As I first approached the palace of Versailles, I was instantly overwhelmed by its sheer level of majesty. Golden scaffolding was embedded on its roof, mansions upon mansions connected to each other, and a garden that stretched farther than my eyes could make out. The paper map just left me disoriented, its countless interconnected rooms, passages, and floors feeling more like a labyrinth than the floor plans of a home. Inside this golden palace, the sheer degree of wealth only grew. Every door was covered in gold, every wall covered in marble or velvet, every ceiling a detailed painting of gods in the sky. Every room started to look the same as I weaved through this golden palace, and I ended up becoming genuinely lost. Versailles gold and splendor is so very extreme, it quickly became both visually and morally nauseating. 

When paying attention to the design and decoration of Versailles, the reasons and rationale behind why it is so lavish becomes startlingly clear. Simply put, the walls of Versailles seem to scream ‘let’s buy all the most expensive stuff and smash it together, even if it clashes or is visually overwhelming’. Versailles is patterns on patterns, it's overly detailed to the point where artistry can no longer be appreciated, it's overly decadent to the point of becoming tacky. From my artistic perspective Versailles is tasteless, but morally the palace is atrocious. 

Before bookpacking, my thoughts regarding Versailles would have been surface-level-both literally and metaphorically-a dislike of the stylistic and artistic choices made. But reading Les Miserables and A Tale of Two Cities changes my perspective completely, contextualizing both the lives of the aristocrat inside the palace and the suffering masses who starve outside its golden gates. Knowing what’s inside this golden palace makes me want to grab the shoulders of that “king with a large jaw”(Dickens pg. 11) and shake him. Dude, did your roof really need golden scaffolding? Did you really need to have a mind boggling and insanely expensive bedroom you only slept in three times? I mean, what in the world was the aristocracy thinking? Even when Louis tried to be a ‘man of the people’ to an attempt to sooth the rage of suffering French people, did he stop hunting, redistribute wealth in the slightest, or make literally any changes to his disgustingly lavish lifestyle? Nope!  

The sheer amount of pointless expenditures of gold and finery is frankly disgusting. In every golden doorknob, every crystal lamp, I see the suffering of the French people and what could have been. If Fantine had just one of those golden bars of the gate, she could have kept Cosette, wouldn’t have had to sell every part of her body and soul to survive, could have stayed alive. If Gavroche and the other street children had just one crystal from the countless chandeliers, they could have the security, stability, and safety all children fundamentally deserve. Heck, if Jean Valjean had just one of those golden doorknobs, was able to feed his seven nieces and nephews, and therefore was not incarcerated for 19 years, the events of Les Miserables wouldn’t have happened. Yes, these are all fictional characters, but the men, women, and children they represent were all very real. And if those starving masses depicted in A Tale of Two Cities had even a microscopic speck of the aristocracy's wealth, they wouldn’t have had to starve, suffer, and die. If this level of injustice and inequity never happened would the French Revolution have taken place at all? I truly don’t know. But in every bejeweled curtain cuff, in every velvet wall, in every gilded window frame-all I can think of is the starving children, and it makes me sick to my stomach.

The audacity to hoard this degree of wealth while the masses suffer in squall was not unique to the aristocracy, however, as the church was undeniably doing the same. When I first came to Europe, I was in awe of the sheer majesty of the first church we visited. Towering ceilings, engraved support beams, immaculate stained glass, there was so much detail and beauty packed into every corner. All I could do was be amazed in humanity's ability to construct this magnificent structure in an age before modern technological advances. But then we went to another glorious church, and another, and another. Glorious, rich, decadent churches just a ten minutes walking distance from each other. In Paris alone, there are fifty nine churches classified as historical monuments and are of this luxurious nature, meaning that for every half a square mile there is this behemoth of wealth. Religion preaches kindness, to help others, to alleviate suffering. How many people could have been given food, given shelter, given safety, if the wealth spent on the construction of just one of these churches was re-allocated? When visiting one of these churches, Professor Andrew shared a quote from Arthur Young’s thoughts upon seeing one of these grand churches, and his thought perfectly encapsulates my own feelings.

“I lose my Patience at the abuse of such wealth! Just a quarter of this income would establish a noble farm!-what turnips, what cabbages!-and are these things not better than a fat priest?”
— Arthur Young, 1787

Sure, have ONE big glorious church that everyone can visit and admire. But fifty-nine? Are you kidding me? And that's not even mentioning the fact that leaders in the church would have palaces and mansions of their own, in addition to numerous other expensive expenditures. Hoarding this degree of wealth while people around you starve and die is horrid, but was evidently common practice amongst the uber wealthy of historical France. 

Experiencing Paris through the perspectives of a Tale of Two Cities and Les Miserables has fundamentally changed how I would have otherwise thought about these historical monuments. Where I would have been in awe of the artistry, I’m now awed by the sheer audacity of these rich people of history. But the uncomfortable truth is that even today, the super wealthy continue to pull the same stunts. Jeff Bezos rents out Venice for his fifty-million dollar wedding, the rich fly to space in rocket ships, billionaires hoard more wealth than they could spend in their lifetime-all while their employees suffer unethical working conditions and the average person lives paycheck to paycheck. The parallels between the rich of the past and present are startling. It is crystal clear that there is an urgent need for change in modern society.

Historical London

Exploring the inside of Westminster Abbey, seeing Buckingham Palace, and even eating lunch at Charles Dickens' favorite table in his frequented restaurant was incredible. Growing up in Los Angeles, an extremely young city compared to London, truly historic buildings are a rarity. Therefore, it’s truly been astounding to experience the sheer amount of stunning historical sites which are commonplace in London. Everywhere you turn there’s some visual wonder, from towering gothic cathedrals and court houses, to intricately detailed storm drains and golden crowns atop street lamps

There has clearly been emphasis placed on both preserving and protecting every aspect of historical heritage and beauty of London, and the fierceness which tradition is defended is undeniable. This characteristic of Britain was recognized and discussed by Charles Dickens in his Tale of Two Cities, and his critical tone pushed me to observe this aspect of British culture more closely.

(The British)…very often disinherit sons for suggesting improvements in laws and customs that had long been highly objectionable, but were only the more respectable
— A Tale of Two Cities, Book 2, Chapter 1

There are both positive and negative aspects to protection of the old, and the culture, resources, and practices which London therefore cultivates.  

London’s emphasis on the preservation of tradition has resulted in a level of living history I had yet to experience prior to arrival. The fact that people casually walk past century old cathedrals on their way to work, have lived in the same apartment buildings for countless generations, and constantly are surrounded by historical wonders is mind blowing. It feels as if a past timeline has collided with our modern one, resulting in a medieval castle just outside of a hyper-modern skyscraper. But this was no accident, as there is clearly a distinct care and attention given to both the history and preservation of historical London. Despite Britain's rain, wind, and snow, I have yet to see a truly weathered or dilapidated building. Scaffolding is scattered around the city, filled with workers who ensure the upkeep and maintenance of these ancient structures. London not only protects the physical integrity of its city, but the cultural heritage as well. Blue circle signs and black plates are common across the city, each detailing the historical importance of whichever building or street they accompany. From a set of stairs where a character was killed in Oliver Twist, to detailing a historical figure who once lived in an apartment, London preserves it’s history and traditions through these educational resources.

The detail and artistry of London’s historical buildings demonstrate a clear emphasis on visual cohesion and beauty. While it might not be continued through its modern skyscrapers, London without a doubt still holds this cultural value, most evident through its emphasis on natural beauty and green spaces. There are flowers absolutely everywhere, from rose-filled baskets hanging from lamp posts, ivy and petunias spilling out of window stills, to pots and pots filled to the brim in front of shops and homes. Towering mature trees line the sidewalks, thoughtfully planted and cultivated so as to not uproot the sidewalks. There are so many public parks people flock to, which are kept so clean that it’s rare to spot anyone with a picnic blanket. In a purely modern utilitarian sense, these additions to the city are completely unnecessary, inferior in the face of pure efficient practicality. However, London persists in its striving towards beauty. Even if its modern buildings can lack the attention to visual detail as they had in the past, London's tradition of beauty and visual cohesion is without a doubt still present in its green spaces. 

Unfortunately, London’s emphasis on tradition has led to aspects in which, as depicted in the Tale of Two Cities, a lack of change and innovation which would result in improvement. While a definitive statement can’t be made, the degree to which historical and traditional sites are protected and prioritized is likely a contributing factor. There is an enormous lack of accessibility in London, particularly in regards to wheelchair and handicapped access. Handrails are scarce, elevators are rare, and I have yet to see any ramps. This is frequently an issue regarding historic buildings, with the argument for historical preservation or structural integrity often winning over accessibility. However, when the entire city is filled with hundreds upon hundreds of historical buildings, a large issue of accessibility presents itself. This isn’t an issue that just concerns specific museums or ancient cathedrals, but fundamental and basic necessities of daily life. The London Underground is the world's first underground railway and extremely historic, but is a nightmare in terms of accessibility. While they do have elevators, once you exit there are still several flights of stairs necessary to reach the train. Similarly, there are escalators sandwiched between several flights of stairs. While disability is in no way singular, the sheer amount of stairs which are still required makes the London Underground lack accessibility in key areas. This is just one example of a larger problem across London, which stems from a lack of improvement and change.

Furthermore, there is a general lack of A/C amongst the majority of buildings in London, especially in regards to historical ones. The reasoning behind this is likely similar to the lack of implementation of accessibility in historic buildings, to preserve and not damage historical buildings. However, the lack of A/C is concerning in several regards, specifically to the preservation of these cultural sites. While Britain is typically cold, overcast, and rainy throughout the year, our rapidly warming planet has resulted in brutal heat and humidity during the summer months. High temperatures and humidity is very problematic when it comes to the preservation of ancient art and buildings, as paint can crack, wood can warp or split, and the structural integrity of paintings can be damaged. While implementing A/C would require large amounts of construction to historical buildings, change must be made in order to preserve them as temperatures increase. 

Overall, the clear emphasis placed on maintaining history, culture, and tradition has both benefits and detriments. It has allowed for London to be an incredible hub for history and beauty, while also slowing it down in the adoption and implementation of typical modern necessities. In a city so fundamentally different from my own, it was amazing to see how differences in culture and values resulted in tangible, physical differences in the cityscape.