I first saw Les Miserables
when I was in middle school, I think, and I was on the edge of my seat from the opening number. But the moment that transfixed me was Javert’s joyous “Stars.” I was in love.
There was nothing I wanted so much as to be like that man, ramrod-straight, inviolate, and wholly consecrated to duty. In fact, when informed of my conversion, one friend, initially puzzled, said, “Well, I guess you’ve always been a bit of an absolutist.” But my Javertian tendencies are as incompatible with Christianity as Javert is with the world of Jean Valjean, so I thought the release of the film might be a nice time for some meditations on the Inspector.
Continued- Javert: No Quarter Asked or Given