Amazing Writers: B2. Katerina Mestheneou

When I was 10 years old, in 1704, I started going to school at the Collège Louis-le-Grand. Here I was educated by Catholic priests and I discovered that I loved literature, theatre and writing, especially writing poetry and plays. From an early age I knew I wanted to become a professional writer. My father had other ideas – for some reason he did not want his son to follow a literary career – and so I was not allowed to continue studying what I loved. Instead, my father wanted me to become a lawyer and in 1711, when I left school, he found me a job in Paris as an assistant to a notary – a type of lawyer.

      However, instead of learning about the law, I spent my time secretly studying and writing poetry. When I wasn’t writing, I spent my time with friends. I soon found out that I was able to write in a way that amused people and I wrote funny poems about well-known people – poems that often lacked respect and were sometimes even rude. When my father discovered what I was really doing, he was furious. He was angry, not only because I had lied to him but also because he did not approve of my friends. In 1713, he sent me away to Caen in Normandy to study law.

      While I was in Normandy, my father arranged for me to move to the Netherlands to work as a secretary for the French Ambassador. In the Netherlands, I met a young French woman called Catherine Olympe Dunoyer who was a Protestant refugee. In France, the only religion that was allowed was Catholicism. If you were not Catholic, you could be punished. Catherine and her family had gone to live in the Netherlands, which was mainly Protestant, where they were safe. We loved each other and wanted to run away and get married. My father discovered our plans and stopped us. Once again he was angry with me. At the age of 19, in disgrace, I was sent back to France, where my father thought he could control me.

      My relationship with my father had never been very good and I felt increasingly bitter and angry with the way he kept interfering in my life. I could not support myself because I had no money of my own and so I was forced to do what he wanted. I was also unhappy with the way French society was organized. For the past 50 years, France had been ruled by King Louis XIV. He believed that his right to be king had come from God. He also believed that God only supported Catholics and that every other religion should be forbidden. This made me furious because I completely refused to accept that God was only in favour of one religion. To me, it was impossible. I believed in a different kind of society – one where everybody had the same rights, no matter what their religion, gender or social class was. Only the aristocracy and the Church had rights in France and, thinking it was most unfair, I expressed my feelings in the things I wrote. In a country where there was no social freedom, this was dangerous and probably not very wise.

       King Louis XIV of France

      My writing became more satirical as I criticized the church, and the king and his advisors, and I started to make enemies. My father decided to send me away again and I went to stay with the Marquis de Saint-Ange, a friend who lived in the country. I stayed there for some months and when I came back in 1715, my father tried to introduce me to a new circle of friends that he thought would have a better influence on me. I joined the elite social circle – the Court Sceaux – of a woman called the Duchesse du Maine. Here I found that many people admired my satirical humour, which naturally encouraged me to write more, and I started to become famous. The following year, in 1716, I made fun of the Duc d’Orléans, who was ruling the country until the king was old enough to do it himself. Louis XIV had died and King Louis XV was only five years old. The Duke was so annoyed by what I had written that he exiled me to a place called Tulle, which was about 480 kilometres from Paris. After a short while, he let me come back home.

      Then, in 1717, I was arrested for having written an offensive poem about members of the ruling aristocracy. I was sent to the Bastille, which was a prison in the middle of Paris, for 11 months. Conditions there were terrible. It was full of mad people and rats carrying all kinds of disease. Being locked up didn’t stop me from wanting to write about everything that I thought was wrong with French life. While I was in prison, I wrote my first play, called Oedipe, and I started to write La Henriade, which was a long poem that I didn’t publish until 1723. When I came out of the Bastille in 1718, Oedipe was performed for the first time and it was a great success. It was about this time that I adopted the name Voltaire.

      In 1722, my father died and I started working for a man called Cardinal Guillaume Dubois as a secret diplomat. I hadn’t stopped writing and managed to publish my poem, La Henriade. In 1726, I had an argument with a man called Chevalier de Rohan, who was from one of the most powerful aristocratic families in France. He said that I had insulted him and he had me arrested. I was sent to the Bastille once more. After a few weeks, I was given a choice. I could stay in prison or I could leave the country. I did not hesitate for a moment and decided to leave France and go to live in exile in England.

      In England I soon learned the language and I started studying the work of John Locke, a British philosopher who I admired very much and whose ideas were very close to mine. He believed in social equality and he shared my belief that no king had a God-given right to rule. He was in favour of religious tolerance and thought that the church should not be part of a country’s government. I also became fascinated by the work of Sir Isaac Newton, an English physicist, mathematician and, in his later years, philosopher. Through my writing, and all through my life, I tried to make the ideas of both of these great men better known. As a writer of plays, I was also interested in British theatre and in one writer in particular. His name was William Shakespeare. His plays were well known in Britain, but we had not heard of him in France. I loved the depth of his characters and the complicated plots, although I found the actual performances rather rough and lacking in style.

      In 1729, I returned to Paris and spent my time writing. I was writing serious articles now, not just the satirical poems of my youth, but texts about the lack of social and religious freedom in France, which I found shocking. Poor people were being exploited by those who were rich and I wrote that the king and the Church were responsible for this situation.

      In 1732, I published a play called Zaïre which was a success, not only in France but also throughout Europe and I became very well known. The following year I published a collection of essays called Letters On The English Nation that I had been working on since my time in England. The articles were based on what I had seen during my exile. I wrote about how easy it was for educated men who were not from the aristocracy to follow various professions, about the freedom the press had to say whatever they wanted, and about the respect that was given to ordinary people. I suggested that it would be beneficial if other societies adopted these approaches to governing a country. My work, quite rightly, was viewed as a direct criticism of France and I found myself in trouble once again. To avoid being sent to the Bastille, I exiled myself from Paris and went to live far away in Lorraine in the north-east of France near Germany, Belgium and Luxembourg.

      In the meantime, I had met a woman called Émilie du Châtelet. When we were introduced, she told me that she had read my books and we soon became close friends. She brought light and happiness to my life and I recognized in her a rare combination of logic and a passion for life. She was extremely well educated and was interested in science and literature. We went everywhere together – to the opera, the theatre and were even guests of the king. In Lorraine, I stayed at the Château de Cirey which was owned by Émilie’s family.

       The Château de Cirey, in Lorraine

      In 1735, I was given permission to return to Paris but I rather liked living in Lorraine and I decided to stay there. I had made a lot of money from some clever investments in banking and being rich gave me the opportunity to spend