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éponine in fanfiction is so often portrayed as quiet and brooding while éponine in the brick is a professional yapper, you cannot shut the girl up. she’ll be talking one hundred miles an hour while marius stands there like 🧍
It's too bad that the musical of Les Mis downplays the parallels between Fantine and Enjolras and between Javert and Éponine. They're so unexpected and easy to miss the first time you read the novel, because the characters occupy such different worlds, but once you realize them, they're so striking!
And in the novel, both of these pairs of characters do seem to "trade" deaths.
Most obviously, Javert expects to die at the barricade, while Éponine contemplates drowning herself in the Seine, but the reverse happens.
More subtly, Fantine's last months seem to be leading toward Valjean reuniting her with Cosette. Even if we think her death is inevitable, we have reason to hope that at least she'll die happy, having seen her daughter, knowing she'll be cared for, and knowing her own sacrifices weren't in vain. But instead she dies in despair, thinking all is lost for herself, Valjean, and Cosette. Later, Enjolras is set up to die bravely but in total defeat and despair. But then Grantaire comes to his side, so he dies with a smile, knowing that at least one person, who once seemed to embody all the cynicism and apathy of Paris, was transformed by his ideals, which undoubtedly gives him hope that those ideals will live on after him and lead to change.
The moment where Eponine prevents her father/his gang from breaking into Valjean and Cosette's house is so fascinating? Especially because the musical's portrayal of it is so different from the novel's.
Within the musical, Eponine threatening to scream is this very straightforwardly heroic moment. In the novel, it's portrayed as more morally complicated? She plans to scream in order to draw the attention of the police; she does this while boasting about how she's suicidal and doesn't care if everyone here, including herself, ends up dead. It's framed in this very morally ambiguous way-- there are all these parallels drawn between Eponine and Javert, which is never a good sign; she's compared to a monster, a barking dog, and a ghoul.
The fact that she plans to call the police, specifically, is also a big point in the book? Eponine isn't aware that Valjean is also a criminal, and that drawing the attention of the police might also put Valjean in danger.
This makes the plot point far more like the "Patron Minette ambush" subplot earlier, the one where Marius was debating over whether or not to give the signal for the police to come in. Just like in that subplot, Eponine ends up being the one who gives the characters a "middle road." Just as Eponine's letter gives advanced warning to Patron-Minette (giving Valjean time to escape in the confusion), Eponine's threat of calling the police here outside Rue Plumet manages to prevent the robbery without the police coming in.
Within the novel she's being brave and heroic, but it's also framed as being deeply morally complex and self-destructive. And I'm never quite sure how to feel about it!
The REAL reason Les Mis is a great book is because it has the duality of you being able to randomly open it to any page and find the most beautiful-soul-crushing-poetic-timeless-eye-opening sentence ever
but also Victor Hugo consciously chose to make every single character is the lamest most socially inept mess and awkward crazy dork you've ever seen and it's great.