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“ENJOLRAS: THE FIRE OF THE REVOLUTION”
Hey everybody! I was so thrilled when Eva asked me to contribute to her blog party honoring the barricade boys from Les Miserables, one of my favourite topics and all-around obsessions. And as is the norm with obsessions, please bear with me as I ramble and fangirl and get very excited over little things that probably don’t matter to anyone but me.
This may seem terribly cliched to some of you, but in thinking about this post, my mind kept drifting back to one person: Enjolras, the leader of the barricade boys. And since he is in fact my favourite barricade boy, you’re about to get a whole post dedicated to him.
First of all, I would like to point out that Victor Hugo named Enjolras well. What a strong, sturdy, bold name for such an equally amazing guy! Just say it out loud (feel free to shout it, if you wish): ENJOLRAS. Doesn’t it give you shivers? (Oh, and for all of you out there who are still unclear on how to pronounce it, here you go: Ahn-jol-rahs.)
Now. On to more serious points…
Instead of sitting here typing I LOVE ENJO I LOVE ENJO I LOVE ENJO until your eyes hurt, I would rather share why I love the guy so much, including a bunch of random thoughts I’ve had about him throughout my Les Mis fandom.
Enjolras seems to be a natural-born leader, with unbelievable enthusiasm and a die-hard mentality. But these characteristics are so synonymous with him that sometimes it is hard to remember that he is a barricade boy, emphasis on the word boy. Enjolras had barely emerged from boyhood when he took up the cause of the revolution. At times Enjolras seems like this unshakeable pillar, but I often wonder… when was he frightened? It makes me think of the Les Miserables musical number, “Bring Him Home.” Though the song is directed toward Marius, it could go for Enjolras, too: “He is young, he’s afraid… He is only a boy.” I see Enjolras as being one who would hide his emotions, conceal his fear. After all, he had to be a strong example for all those he was leading.
Enjolras was a youthful fellow, bursting with life and a passion for driving away cruelty and injustice. There were so many different ways he could have chosen to live his life; it was open to whichever path he chose… and he chose to lead a revolution. To fight for justice. To be a voice for those who had none. To die for a cause he believed in.
I often subconsciously compare Enjolras to the other young male lead of Les Miserables, Marius Pontmercy, otherwise known as the love-struck puppy. Even though he eventually joined the revolution, Marius was often of a wavering nature, an easily distracted sort of fellow (“Marius, wake up!”). But Enjolras was drastically single-minded and focused, devoted and dedicated. That one picture floating around the internet of him sporting a stern expression with the caption “Do I hear talk of something other than the revolution?” pretty much sums him up. He was a no-nonsense kind of guy, while Marius, as we all know, was all about nonsense. ;)
And while I’m on the subject of love (TWU WUV!!), you must now allow me a few moments to indulge in a bit of fangirl pleasure… I haven’t read the Brick in a while (sadly), but it is a fine joke amongst Mizzers regarding Enjolras’s utter oblivion of females. I remember being amused at Victor Hugo so distinctly pointing out that the only “girl” Enjolras was ever in love with was Patria, his dear homeland. I often wonder if Hugo did so to discourage all future Enjolras + Eponine shippers. Well, if that was his goal, it looks like he failed because I, for one, am a huge ENJONINE shipper. I totally respect Victor Hugo and how he chose to write his story, but c’mon. We all know that’s how it really should have worked out, yes? Eponine needed someone strong and courageous in her life like Enjolras. And Enjolras, never having been in love, would have loved and cherished Eponine with everything he had, something that poor girl desperately needed. Can you imagine if it had been Eponine, instead of Grantaire, who died alongside Enjo? Imagine her boldly coming to his side and whispering, “Do you permit it?” and Enjolras just pulling her close to him, squeezing her hand in his and smiling at her as the report sounded. SIGH. The ultimate romantic death! (Boy, I sound… morbid.)
Alright, alright, I’ll stop being weird now.
Now comes the time when I am going to type I LOVE ENJO I LOVE ENJO I LOVE ENJO over and over until your eyes hurt. So.
I LOVE ENJO I LOVE ENJO I LOVE ENJO I LOVE ENJO I LOVE ENJO.
Enjolras. The leader of the barricade boys. I love his fire. His passion. His zealous nature. His never-give-up mindset. (And of course, The Red Vest he wears in the musical wins him some major brownie points as well.) But seriously, I would follow him to the barricades. In a heartbeat.
Long live Les Miserables! :)