As I started the final five episodes of Rose of Versailles, a friend warned me that I was in for a “rollercoaster.” Having come off the ride, I think I’d have to say that, as thoughtful as the caution was, it was unfortunately understated, as the conclusion to this magnificent series wrecked emotional havoc on me like it had not in 35 episodes prior. In considering why, I of course ended up at some of the easier conclusions for explaining my emotional wreckage—character investment, Stockholm Syndrome, lack of sleep, an exceptionally doomed ship—but I found myself unsatisfied with those answers. However, in considering the show as a whole, rather than simply a five-episode excerpt, I came to understand that I had, to continue to metaphor, been on a rollercoaster the whole time. On a terrifying and exhilarating ride known as “life.”
By the time Rose of Versailles comes to its conclusion at the end of the French Revolution, we have followed the life of Oscar François de Jarjeyes for something like 40 years. Made possible by the length of the series (Rose of Versailles is the 7th longest anime I’ve ever seen), we begin the journey with Oscar’s first breath and conclude years after she has breathed her last, as even the memory of the noble (in both social station and in human spirit) creature that was Oscar François has begun to seep away into the stars, painted over in the slow strokes of the passing era.
There is, I believe, inherently a sort of profundity in witnessing such a span of a single individual’s life.
At its very core, Rose of Versailles is a story about change. The backdrop of the years immediately preceding and including the French Revolution are the perfect setting in which to explore such an idea as the volatility of the era acts as a macrocosm paralleling the personal shifts which define the life of Oscar time and time again. This is a shoujo, so romance is certainly one such herald of change, but it is in fact the growth and modulations of Oscar’s character that truly exemplify this theme. And to witness such breadth and depth of humanity in the form of a single, liminal human being is…well, it’s honestly overwhelming to a degree. In the momentary experiences of the individual episodes, it’s easy to forget how sweeping the changes in Oscar’s life have been.
Oscar—heroic, idealistic, tragic Oscar—stands as both the pivot point and the absolutely impermanent foundation of this story, a story that celebrates not only the enchanting life of the one who may or may not be the true Rose of the Palace of Versailles, but merely by existing praises human life itself by allowing us to see being like ourselves live out the course of her life in the best way she could manage balanced on the turning wheels of time.
It is shockingly easy to forget that Oscar, for all the greatest of her conclusive abandonment of her social status to fight alongside the people she has decided truly represent the France she loves and for all the “progressive” values of feminine identity she embodies, spends the majority of Rose of Versailles as a particularly conservative figure, a member of the old guard, a solider who takes orders from those who preserve the status quo. She does not—or perhaps cannot—see beyond the system in which she lives, conceive of life outside of that life which she has known. Even confronted with the poverty of the people of France time after time, it is not until the man she loves asks her to leave behind her old world that she changes in the most profound way possible. She departs from one world into another and, as a result, she ultimately departs this world for another.
Life and death. Changes and continuations. Beginning and endings and beginnings again. The expanse of Rose of Versailles is shot through with these themes, but the most compelling realization available to one upon seeing these themes is that they are not authorial additions, nor narratively-derived elements, nor even character-based expansions: they are simply the natural workings of life within time.
As Hans Urs von Balthasar so beautifully writes:
Space is cold and stiff, but Time is alive. Space divides, but Time brings everything to everything else. It does not course outside you and you do not swim upon it life a drifting log. Time flows through you: you yourself are in flow. You are the river. Are you grieving? Trust Time: soon you will be laughing. Are you laughing? You cannot hold fast your laughter, for soon you will be weeping.
It is impossible to live life in stasis—throughout the Rose of Versailles, the chant of the common people (taken up by André, the one person closest to Oscar) choruses again and again, “It is the dawn of a new era!” Which is true. But, in the midst of the life that belongs to Oscar, this great cry of the masses can be heard once here, again there, once again even there. For what is life but a string of new eras. We are always living in the dawn of a new self, of a new life, of a new way of being. For most of us, change is never so grand or sharply contrasted against the old as is the country ushered in by the French Revolution; it is rather incremental, perhaps even unnoticeable.
And it is that subtlety, the being “in flow” which pulls us blindly through our own changes, the lends such inordinate value to the experience of watching Time move through Oscar. Particularly when contrasted against the contemporary anime market, where a whole genre of shows whose conception of time is that of a perfect bubble, of an idealized, unchanging status quo, the tiny changes which bring Oscar from birth to death become remarkable. But, more than that, the awareness of change, the privilege of witnessing the full breadth of a single human life makes Rose of Versailles an artifact of supremely delicate value.
I fear I’m failing at articulating exactly why I believe the -watching of a single life in its entirety- is such a honor to watch play out on screen, and I’ve come to wonder if this is attributable to the fact that my own experience of “life” is a mere 22 years, the barest beginning of an “entirety.” And compared to the infinity of an afterlife, what is 22 years but a meager spark in the great fire of the universe’s time? But let me attempt anyways.
In speaking of the dignity of human person, we often find ourselves attached to only a particular instance of the individual—one single era. The Oscar who rides at the side of Marie Antoinette at age 17. The Oscar who guides Rosalie towards revenge. The Oscar whose heart breaks over a Fersen who loves the woman she is sworn to protect. The Oscar who abandons her womanhood. The Oscar who finally finds love has been at her side for as long as she has been alive. Each of these iterations is completely Oscar and yet only the smallest fraction of her. The full Oscar can only be seen, only be understood, only (I believe) be truly loved as her complete self, from birth to death and encompassing everything in between. This why André is uniquely able to love Oscar unlike any other—he knows almost everything there is to know of her.
The gift that Rose of Versailles, then, bestows upon its audience, is the treasure of being able to know even more of Oscar than her truest lover did. André departs from this world before Oscar does. Yet we remain—to see her grieve, to see her cough up blood, to see her brilliantly illuminated by the fire of the cannons, and to see her pass away on the battlefield for freedom. At the moment Oscar dies, those of us who have watched her live know all there is to know about this character, about this representation of a human. The fact is that few of us will ever, over the course of our lives, witness the whole of a human life from birth to death. Certainly, we will know profoundly, understand to the best of our ability, love deeply. And, granted, a fictional medium (aside from a moment-to-moment reproduction of a character’s life—an absurd prospect) is limited in its ability to truly show us the fullness of a human being.
For all that, though, I still find there to be something awesome about following a life from its very first moments to its very final ones. The richness and the weight and the basic dignity of human life is unmasked by such a demonstration. It is impossible to not see. It is impossible to ignore. And so, despite the incompleteness of watching the life of Oscar François de Jarjeyes in Rose of Versailles, it is still a “full” revelation of a human person, completed in the changes that draw the one-time Commander of the Royal Guards from infant to memory.
To quote Balthasar once more:
It [Time] is the grand school of love. And if time is the ground of our existence, then the ground of our existence is love.
We find Love in Time. Let the Time we have bring us to Love. Love of ourselves, of others, and of this great gift that is being alive.
12 thoughts on “Rose of Versailles: The Changes of Oscar de François de Jarjeyes and the Dignity of Human Life”
“an exceptionally doomed ship” The most doomed of ships
Was Oscar really 40 by the end? I watched the series last year or the year before (think it was only last year) and I thought she was much younger, like late 20s early 30s by the end, but I’ve never been super interested in French history so I might’ve missed some contextual clues about the passing of time (also, the characters kinda get to a point and stop visually aging? I mean sure like, 90% of 20-somethings go through a period where they just don’t age for 3-5 years but this was a bit excessive).
I thought she was at least in her mid-thirties, but I didn’t (obviously) take the time to dig up the exact numbers. I don’t think it matters much anyways—it was a long time either way.
I’ll have to add this to my “To Watch” list.
Yay! Obviously, I recommend it!
Beautifully written ode to a supremely beautiful character :]
“She does not—or perhaps cannot—see beyond the system in which she lives, conceive of life outside of that life which she has known. Even confronted with the poverty of the people of France time after time, it is not until the man she loves asks her to leave behind her old world that she changes in the most profound way possible. She departs from one world into another and, as a result, she ultimately departs this world for another.”
Oscar’s change is my favorite part from the series. I’m under the impression that it was more of a gradual process though, with significant amount of self-reflection and self-questioning. The cumulative effect from all the developments around her shaped her growth, especially during the Black Knight arc (e.g. the brief mingling with Robespierre’s gang, the deeper realization about Andre’s role in her life beyond just a manservant, and most memorable to me, the super awkward “can I have something more?” breakfast scene in Rosalie’s house). The arc is very significant because it marked a significant transition point where Oscar evolved from some sort of idol/demigod figure (as she’s mostly portrayed in the early part of the story) into a full-dimensional human being who had come into sobering realization about her ignorance & privileges. Her resignation from the comfy Royal Guard position in order to take a far riskier pose as Company B commander is her first significant action to ease her pain and initiate her internal “change”. As impressive and amusing as it is to see Oscar prance around and impress literally everyone, the point where I actually started to care for her is when she faced her first real adversity in life by her own choice, when she had to win the respect of people who initially didn’t think much of her due to her gender and privilege.
(a bit of adaptation-related comment here, hopefully you don’t mind…)
I think the original manga did a fantastic job getting into Oscar’s headspace and illustrated her character’s evolution of philosophy throughout. It also (naturally) did a more satisfying job at fleshing out a host of other things e.g. the relationship between Antoinette and Louis. The Oscar-Andre ‘ship, however, is more powerfully conveyed in the anime, not a small part of it due to inspired visual aesthetic. There’s also a…problematic and extremely significant manga-only scene between Oscar and Andre that’s completely omitted from the adaptation. For the better, I think.
To sum up: the manga’s great at Oscar’s internal conflict, Antoinette’s internal conflict, and all the IRL-based political intrigues. The anime is better at anything romance-related. Rosalie’s main arc doesn’t freakin’ work in both versions, and Ikeda made the correct decision to reduce her role after having initially plotted her as the third main cog alongside Oscar and Antoinette.
“For all that, though, I still find there to be something awesome about following a life from its very first moments to its very final ones. The richness and the weight and the basic dignity of human life is unmasked by such a demonstration. It is impossible to not see. It is impossible to ignore. And so, despite the incompleteness of watching the life of Oscar François de Jarjeyes in Rose of Versailles, it is still a “full” revelation of a human person, completed in the changes that draw the one-time Commander of the Royal Guards from infant to memory.”
Great biopics tend to do that, whether the character being portrayed is fictional or real. Mind, most of them fell into the trap of simply telling us about the relevant person’s Greatest Hits or overselling their achievements instead of…capturing the subtle essence and complexity of somebody’s life. You nailed what made RoV work as a biopic and as a glorious tragedy; we can feel the characters’ tangible growth as well as the author’s immense sympathy towards them.
Thanks for sharing your thoughts on the adaptation! Chances of me ever reading the manga are probably extremely slim, so I’m glad I got to hear something of it.
Rosalie is kind of a case of lost potential, I felt. She introduced such an interesting dynamic in her relationship with Oscar and the way Oscar tried to mold her (Rosalie) into an image of herself (Oscar). But, yeah, it kind of flounders away—I’d say when the truth about Rosalie’s real mother comes out is the point where her story really gets away from what made it interesting. I really liked the idea of a woman-woman revenge plot, but RoV just couldn’t quite pull it off.
Hm, that’s also very interesting about the omitted scene between Andre and Oscar—another one that wasn’t him assaulting her in her bedroom? (And shoot I didn’t even mention that scene, but that was getting close to Utena 33 levels of uncomfortable excellence).
And, addressing your first point last, I do agree that Oscar’s change was long in coming; certainly, it wasn’t solely because of her relationship with Andre. That was simply the pivot point on which everything swung, a fascinating change as she simultaneously aligns herself with the lower classes and embraces her womanhood in the way she wanted.
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This is a beautiful post on Rose of Versailles. I must confess that I was rather iffy about watching this, but iblessall has done much to change my mind.
Oh, man, I highly recommend it. I’m not sure exactly what your reservations about it were, but let me assure you it was well worth the 40 episodes spent.
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Japanese authors are not known for being historically accurate but if Oscar is 17 when she meets Marie Antoinette in 1770, then she is 38 when she dies in 1789.
I watched this show many years ago and still today I can’t talk about The Rose of Versailles without getting emotional. Not only the characters are charming and appealing, and the story and art are magnificent, but The Rose of Versailles also talks about a lot of topics that still today are important, forty years later – the manga was published between 1972 and 1973 -. Feminism, racism, power differences and how our political and social systems should be, are issues as crucial now -or even more- as in the 70’s. Maybe the show is sometimes patronizing (I’m still irritated by that “I can’t decide, now I’m married” moment), but vexing as it is, it’s a powerful, encouraging and empowering ride that every person who loves animation should experience.
I was surprised recently by the fact that there are a lot of anime fans who don’t like ‘old shows’ just because they ‘look old’. Despite the fact that they consider ‘old’ the 90’s shows that introduced me into anime, it’s just sad that they don’t even try to watch shows like The Rose of Versailles that even transcend the anime community. For example, I recently attended a seminar on Art & Revolution and The Rose of Versailles was among the books, movies or TV shows they used to explain the French Revolution. And it was a seminar meant for the general public, not at all for anime fans.
One of the best anime -and manga- of all times and I strongly recommed both.
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