From Balzac’s History of the Thirteen, we have this novel about a coquette noblewoman who goes a bit too far. She revels in teasing men and making them think she will be theirs, only to dump them and watch them squirm. She meets her match in the smoldering General Montriveau, an idealized self-portrait of the author.
Once the General realizes that she is only playing with him, he concocts a scheme to teach her a thing or two – he has his men, initiates to the cabal of The Thirteen, abduct her and prepare to scorch her brow with a hot brand. Talk about scarlet letters! There is much knotting and unbinding of wrists and ankles as she is led here and there, blindfolded, to undisclosed locations before being deposited back at her party from which she was snatched. Her footmen are all drunk – part of the plot no doubt.
The General scorns rape as undignified – she falls in love with him, truly, after being totally in his power, power which he disdains to exercise over her. (He drops the branding idea when she instantaneously, under the influence of her helplessness, goes from ice-queen coquette to passionate adorer of him.)
Balzac is always very discreet, but the overtones of sadism, misogyny, kinky sexual passions, and brutal sexual warfare are quite strong. My apologies to J. A. D. Ingres for defacing his masterpiece, Madame Contesse D’Hausonville, now hanging in the Frick Collection in New York, one of my favorite museums.