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Algunos detalles de la vida familiar y amorosa de Flaubert se proyectan en su ficcin. A modo de ejemplo, l tuvo dos amantes al igual que Emma Bovary. No fue un puro azar que Charles sea un mdico-cirujano Las descripciones detalladas de Flaubert dan lugar al estudio de los objetos en La or- ga perpetua.
El primero pinta; el segundo comenta, busca significados, interpreta. Al leer La orga perpetua, el discurso crtico evoca necesariamente el discurso nove- lstico.
Historia de la pareja Delamare Mitterand En breve, Eugene Delamare, mdico, se casa con Alice-Delphine.
Arruinada por las deudas, muere a los 27 aos. Nunca se sabr.
Eugene muere dos aos despus de su esposa. La pareja Delamare y Alice-Delphine dejan una hija hurfana. Estos sucesos reales son conocidos por los contemporneos de Flaubert.
Yse encuen- tran transcritos a la letra en su novela: en efecto, Charles Bovary es mdico como Eu- gene Delamare. Emma tuvo dos amantes como Alice. Igualmente se arruina por las deudas. Charles muere poco despus del suicidio de Emma. La pareja Bovary deja una hija hurfana. De esta manera, se puede decir que el argumento de Madame Bo- vary fue inspirado por estos hechos reales. Otra fuente de inspiracin es Mmoires de Madame Ludovica. Un manuscrito de 40 pginas descubierto en Como autora se indica la letra: P.
Se trata de Pradier? No se sabe. En resumen, James Pradier, escultor, se casa con Louise dArcet. Las deudas arruinan a la pareja, que se separ en Segn Vargas Llosa: La historia de Ludovica es utilizada de manera casi literal en el drama financiero de Emma Flaubert es uno de los escritores ms lci- dos respecto de este proceso de conversin de lo real en ficcin Indudablemente las cartas de Louise Colet y su experiencia le sirvieron de recursos que utiliz con maes- tra en Madame Bovary.
Cuadro sinptico de Madame Bovary Barthes distingue tres niveles de descripcin narrativa: la funcin, la accin y la na- rracin 12, En este apartado, se trata de analizar la funcin social de los protago- nistas principales, considerando sus funciones y sus acciones; es decir, se intenta identificar los personajes como actants, actuantes. En trminos ms sencillos: quines son y qu ha- cen? Para contestar la pregunta, hay que buscar los indices caractriels concernants les per- sonnages, informations relatives leurs identits Barthes indicios que caracte- ricen a los personajes, informaciones relativas a sus identidades T.
Ala luz de estas observaciones de Barthes, uno puede pintar cuadros en forma de di- seos sinpticos que resumen las escenas principales de la novela y, a la vez, indican las ca- ractersticas relativas a las identidades de los personajes principales. Emma Roualt es hija de un rico finquero de Tostes. La joven Emma es soadora, de una sensibilidad novelesca; absorbida por la lectura de novelas romnticas, confunde los sueos con la realidad, busca alcanzar la satisfaccin perfecta de sus deseos insa- ciables.
Parece ser una persona cuya esencia es todo deseo y la bsqueda de saciar. Una mujer que busca un no s qu, no importa cmo. No hay duda, Emma es un enig- ma. Este retrato est inacabado, se intentar completar a lo largo de la investigacin y en la parte de la conclusin subtitulada: Quin es ella?
Charles Bovary es un mdico-cirujano, de una naturaleza quieta; no duda de nada, parece confundir la certeza cientfica con las cosas de la vida. Se queda viudo duran- te un tiempo. Luego, la joven, Emma Roualt, lasciva y romntica, pensando encon- trar la felicidad en el matrimonio, deviene Madame Bovary.
Se equivoca, para una mujer tan libre y soadora, el matrimonio lejos de satisfacerla se asemeja a una jaula.
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Pronto la rutina hogarea se transforma en infierno. La pareja se traslada de Tostes a Yonville, ciudad un poco ms grande, menos sofocante que la primera aldea. All inter- vienen el farmacutico Homais y el cura Bournisien, dos personalidades destacadas. Yonville no fue lo que buscaba Emma. All tambin encuentra la rutina, el aburrimien- to, el cansancio de la existencia.
Los temas de conversacin con su esposo no le lla- man la atencin. El nico con quien puede evadirse en conversaciones romnticas es el joven Lon Dupuis, su primer amante. Pero, de pronto, se va a Pars para estudiar, dejando a Emma en una terrible soledad. Deprimida, solitaria, sin el amor que tanto deseaba, Emma acompaa a su esposo a una feria agrcola. Desde el primer contacto entre Emma y Rodolphe Boulanger nace una pasin ardiente.
Rodolphe es un rico agricultor, libre y seductor. Como Emma, parece un ser nacido para el amor. Charles no duda de nada como siem- pre, al contrario, se siente feliz al ver a su amada como renacida y le facilita los paseos a caballo con Rodolphe. Enloquecida de amor, Emma pide a Rodolphe lle- varla lejos, muy lejos de Yonville donde todo el mundo se conoce. Emma suea con una fuga a Pars o Roma, para caminar libremente con su amante, annimos, desconocidos en medio de la muchedumbre.
Asustado, Rodolphe rompe sbita- mente con Emma.
Sola con su esposo, incapaz de amar a su hija, triste, sin nadie que la entendiera, hace compras que inquietan a Charles. Por casualidad encuentra a Lon en un con- cierto en el teatro de Rouen e inventa el deseo sbito de ir a Rouen cada jueves pa- ra recibir lecciones de piano. All se vuelve ebria de amor en los brazos de Lon, y construye un mundo de sueos hechos realidad en la intimidad de la habitacin de un hotel. Arruinada por las deudas, ni Lon ni Rodolphe estaban dispuestos a ayudarla.
Bella y entregada, la amaron; una vez que les pidi ayuda, la dejaron sola, la abandonaron. El notario, aprovechando la desesperacin de Emma, le pide sus favores.
Ella se niega dignamente. Se envenena con el arsnico y muere tras terribles sufrimientos, que el autor describe en catorce pginas Charles descubre la verdad, las cartas de Emma en el granero. Solitario, arruinado, in- capaz de aguantar la vida sin Emma, muere de tristeza en el jardn. Berthe, la hija de los Bovary, crece donde su ta. Esta frase resume ese poder mgico que tiene Emma: Il Lon ne discutait pas ses ides; il acceptait tous ses gots, il devenait sa matresse plutt que la sienne Flaubert Ahora bien, Flaubert no pinta las escenas erticas, las sugiere; cada lector puede imaginar- las a su manera.
Lo que queda bien claro es que Emma es una mujer hermosa, fina y elegante. Con las caractersticas mencionadas hasta aqu, Emma es admirable, un ser que se de- ja amar. Pero el anlisis sera incompleto si se olvidara el lado oscuro de su corazn. Emma es muy egosta. No tiene ningn gesto humano hacia Berthe, su hija.
Es una mujer sin sentimiento maternal. Piensa en ella misma, y solo en ella. Es muy autoritaria con sus criadas. Es una mujer inmoral que, al contrario de Vargas Llosa, ms de un lector odia.
La recepcin de un personaje vara de un lector a otro. La cultura, el medio social y otros facto- res influyen sobre el lector. Uno no juzga las cosas con sus ojos, sino con las lentes de la cul- tura, de la religin, de las convenciones sociales. No hay duda de que Emma es una mujer rebelde. Ms all de su modo de ser, vergonzoso para algunos que ven una mujer adltera, lasciva, corrupta, individualista, sen- timental, todo en ella es sentimiento, sueo, deseo y voluntad de vivir el amor prohibido.
Se ve una mujer insatisfecha en bsqueda de la libertad, que rompe las cadenas, transgrede las convenciones sociales, los principios de la religin, de la moral. En cambio, obedece a una fuerza fugaz, carnal, individual, sincera. Es la fuerza de la pasin, del amor carnal y punto.
Yes, I felt like I was in a trance and could not escape. Oh, Emma, dear Emma, why do people hate you so? Why did you make them feel that way? I am sorry for being so blunt. You, and your seemingly shallow priorities, gave your critics plenty of ammunition. You did the unthinkable. What excuse did you have for such a selfish, impulsive and futile behavior?
Did you by any chance hear Virginia Woolf say 'You cannot find peace by avoiding life. What did you have to dive head first before she even professed this truth? The horror of being a woman with no choices… As I read on, I kept coming back to one thought: She was not alone in her infidelity, did you know that?
Not in her time, not today. What about the reason for marriage? She married to escape, I know. And she hoped for a better life. Maybe she romanced him, what woman would not do it in her place? Why did I marry? All, surely, could not be like this one. He might have been handsome, witty, distinguished, attractive, such as, no doubt, her old companions of the convent had married… But she—her life was cold as a garret whose dormer window looks on the north, and ennui, the silent spider, was weaving its web in the darkness in every corner of her heart.
And I remembered Jane Austen, who opened the door for woman to search for happiness in their marriage. Why did women marry in those times? Women married only to increase their social standing or for money, but with Austen they start to have a chance at happiness. Flaubert does something similar with Madame Bovary, I believe. Poor Emma. I pitied her for each time she fixed her gaze on some scheme of happiness and how her eyes led her astray.
Then the lusts of the flesh, the longing for money, and the melancholy of passion all blended themselves into one suffering, and instead of turning her thoughts from it, she clave to it the more, urging herself to pain, and seeking everywhere occasion for it.
She was irritated by an ill-served dish or by a half-open door; bewailed the velvets she had not, the happiness she had missed, her too exalted dreams, her narrow home. The only pastime she could enjoy without guilt was reading.
From that she built fantasies, it is true. But did she not have the right at least of her own fantasies? It seems not, as we overhear Charles and her mother in law talking: If she were obliged, like so many others, to earn a living, she wouldn't have these vapours, that come to her from a lot of ideas she stuffs into her head, and from idleness in which she lives.
Reading novels, bad books, works against religion, and in which they mock at priests in speeches taken from Voltaire. But all that leads you far astray, my poor child. Anyone who has no religion always ends up turning badly. As if she had the choice of earning a living, being a female. What hypocrisy! The only choice they see to avoid her turning badly is to forbid her reading her novels. One of the few pleasures she was allowed. She hoped for a son; he would be strong and dark; she would call him George; and this idea of having a male child was like an expected revenge for all her impotence in the past.
A man, at least, is free; he may travel over passions and over countries, overcome obstacles, taste of the most far-away pleasures. But a woman is always hampered. She was so right, men at least were much more free than women. I not only comprehend her reasons, but commiserate with her. So, why look at a baby girl she knew had been born with the wrong gender! It all went against her most heartfelt dreams.
Emma might have towards the end had a touch of evil brought by desperation. But who wouldn't? Ambushes and pitfalls Oh, she tried to renounce all her dreams through moments of fervent religious devotion.
At mass on Sundays, when she looked up, she saw the gentle face of the Virgin amid the blue smoke of the rising incense. Then she was moved… Intrigue, however, had already tempted her and kept coming her way. Why would she be invited and attend a ball in a house so out of her reality? Was it not a trap? After that, you could not help yourself but wish you had access to that fairy like life. What an ambush, when she was attempting to behave: Her journey to Vaubyessard had made a hole in her life, like one of those great crevices that a storm will sometimes make in one night in mountains.
Still she was resigned. She devoutly put away her beautiful dress, down to the satin shoes whose soles were yellowed with the slippery wax of the dancing floor. Her heart was like these. In its friction against wealth something had come over it that could not be effaced. Such a fortuitous event served only to stress the undesirability of her life. After the ennui of this disappointment her heart once more remained empty, and then the same series of days recommenced.
So now they would thus follow one another, always the same, immovable, and bringing nothing. Other lives, however flat, had at least the chance of some event. One adventure sometimes brought with it infinite consequences and the scene changed. But nothing happened to her; God had willed it so! The future was a dark corridor, with its door at the end shut fast. Another bait would present herself in the person of Monsieur Lheureux. Why, I could give you some, if need be.
The endless line of irresponsible credit was not more than an option offered her that she could not have imagine existed if were not for this trickster. Later we witness how she tries to reform, to be more tolerant and wishing to endure her life as it was, taking responsibility for her daughter and taking interest in the housework.
She is tired of him, no doubt. She is gaping after love like a carp after water on a kitchen-table. Yes, but how to get rid of her afterwards? Oh, yes, she went along with it and of her free will. But it was too much temptation, for someone so thirsty. I imagined that if it was not Rodolphe it would be another. And later on came Leon. After the affair with Rodolphe begins, Emma marvels at how much she had lacked living before: So at last she was to know those joys of love, that fever of happiness of which she had despaired!
She was entering upon marvels where all would be passion, ecstasy, delirium. An azure infinity encompassed her, the heights of sentiment sparkled under her thought, and ordinary existence appeared only afar off, down below in the shade, through the interspaces of these heights. Thus, Flaubert puts all these temptations in her way.
It is as if Emma when walking down a meadow starts to stumble on beautiful, ripe apples that lie on the ground and cannot resist but pick some and take a few bites. Could she have resisted them all? But could Emma have escape her destiny? Could she have simply accepted life as it was offered to her? I believe all that she lived was utterly inevitable.
Could she have run away from her own behavior and avoided her ultimate destiny? Emma was on the same boat as Oedipus found himself in. I felt after reading Oedipus Rex that there was not really anything that Oedipus could have done to get himself out of his destiny.
Could Emma have done it differently? It seemed to me that the more Oedipus attempted to get out of it, the deeper he was immersed in its inevitability. It is simply that there was no way for him to avoid doing it all and facing his fate. I do not believe so. There was no chorus to declare that to us, but Flaubert himself serves the role, even if it is not so explicit and you have to read between the lines: It seemed to her that the ground of the oscillating square went up the walls and that the floor dipped on end like a tossing boat.
She was right at the edge, almost hanging, surrounded by vast space. The blue of the heavens suffused her, the air was whirling in her hollow head; she had but to yield, to let herself be taken; and the humming of the lathe never ceased, like an angry voice calling her. And so it all ends… But as in the beginning in the end, you beguiled me Emma. I was with you from the start and you could not escape me even in death.
Seriously, I tell all your critics, your tragic story would not leave me alone. You had no choice like Oedipus could not escape killing his father or marrying his mother. So, why people do not stop condemning you when they pity him? You were clever and wanted to exercise your intellect. Imagine the frustration of nothing to do?
Perhaps your mother in law was right, you were fated to end badly. What a tragedy of never finding someone that could begin to understand you.
Flaubert with his impressive prose evokes her thoughts and feelings throughout the novel, and I had no choice but be enticed by his heroine. She would have liked to strike all men, to spit in their faces, to crush them, and she walked rapidly straight on, pale, quivering, maddened, searching the empty horizon with tear-dimmed eyes, and as it were rejoicing in the hate that was choking her. Finally, I think I was able to grasp the reasons that make Madame Bovary a classic, a modern tragedy where a soul is doomed because she appreciates and battles against all that comes her way.
Despite her limitations in life and as a product of her time, Emma has an unbridled passion and ends pursuing her fantasies. That ends condemning her. Nevertheless, Emma Bovary is brave in her irresponsible choices because it brings her closer to the happiness she wants, even if doing so she is able to attain only a glimpse of her dreams. Even if for that she had to die. And she died so that other women could strive for a more compassionate fate. View all 48 comments. Apr 07, Nayra.
View all 44 comments. My 3rd reading of this masterpiece written with irony and finesse. The eternal story of Emma Bovary and her broken dreams is heartbreaking every time. The narration is actually quite modern in that the perspective changes quite often from a mysterious first person in the beginning a schoolmate of Charles Bovary?
The descriptions of the various locations in the book are always surprising with tiny references to the principle charac My 3rd reading of this masterpiece written with irony and finesse. The descriptions of the various locations in the book are always surprising with tiny references to the principle characters. It may surprise you to know that this book, which is essentially a tragedy, also is full of humor and sarcasm.
In a similar, if more romantic vein, the whispered conversation of Rodolphe and Emma in the lodge as the vice-Prefect gives the world's most boring speech his boss couldn't be bothered to come was extraordinary. Every word in Flaubert is measured and perfectly weighted to each situation, the original French is absolutely splendid - whether he is describing the pretentious conversation of M.
Homais or the various season and their impact on the moods of the characters and tone of the novel. The only criticism that I can bring is that the denouement is a bit long - that being said, there is another fantastic ironic payoff in the last sentence. This book from is of course a product of the Romantic period in culture but it surpasses most of its contemporaries by its precise psychology - both of men and women, its irony, its subtle criticism of the "petit bourgeois" and French society, and the meticulous observation of detail.
Even years later, it remains a monument of literature and a summit of free expression Flaubert was pursued in court and beat the censors. View all 19 comments. View all 8 comments. Jun 25, Lisa rated it it was amazing Shelves: We are old friends, Emma and I. I spent hours and hours over a dictionary at age seventeen in high school, trying to read about her agonies in original French, with only the Isabelle Huppert film as a guidance.
In fact, I actually think I owe it to Emma Bovary that I finally made it over the threshold to understand written French.
That ultimately led me to university studies in French literature, and Since I read Quicksand by Nella Larsen this week, Emma Bovary started haunting my mind yet again! That ultimately led me to university studies in French literature, and a lifelong love for French writers.
But she did so much more for me, as well. She awakened in me a sense that the world holds different options for women and men, and that women's dreams are dangerous, detrimental and slightly sentimental and ridiculous. She made me socially, politically angry for the first time. I know there are thousands of erudite studies showing all the weaknesses of Emma Bovary, but from the start, I could not - would not - see her that way.
I was with her when she danced in the ballroom, and I wished the party would never end. I hated the conventional goodness of Charles, and understood Emma's frustration with him better than his frustration with her. After all, she had ideas, dreams, longings, and he had: I rejoiced that she dared to do what men have always, always allowed themselves to do: She knew she would pay a much higher price than any man ever would for that freedom.
I loved the fact that she embraced life in its passion and pain, and I suffered through the horrifying pages of her brutal final agony with the feeling that I would not have wanted her to say no to one single piece of experience in exchange for a better end - living according to her husband's standards would have been death over and over, without end. I am fully aware that this is not a moral reading or interpretation of the novel, and I don't encourage or follow her choices in real life, but I loved Emma Bovary's daring rebellion without limits when I was young, and it has never actually changed.
Whenever I remember my encounter with Emma, the first thought invariably is: Do what you want! She always pulls out, runs away, hides from too strong emotions, and in the end, she resigns herself to rural life with a preacher she hates, and multiple pregnancies to bind her to the hopeless boredom and tedium.
Reading about Helga, I found myself thinking again with fondness of Madame Bovary: View all 27 comments. Jan 23, Kat Kennedy rated it it was ok. Henry James once said, "Madame Bovary has a perfection that not only stamps it, but that makes it stand almost alone; it holds itself with such a supreme unapproachable assurance as both excites and defies judgment. Defies judgment. I don't know Unfortunately, I had to read a translation as my French is nowhere near good enough to read the original.
Though I am assured that the prose in the original French are amazing and inspiring. I can certainly a Henry James once said, "Madame Bovary has a perfection that not only stamps it, but that makes it stand almost alone; it holds itself with such a supreme unapproachable assurance as both excites and defies judgment.
I can certainly appreciate the characterization and story-telling ability but I personally struggled with the story as I reconciled what Flaubert seemed to be saying about society, women, women who had affairs, men and romance. Now, I would like to take a moment to quote Manny's Review , since he is the one who convinced me to read this book in the first place.
So, now back to the tree In fact, it seems to me that he doesn't stop judging through this entire book. You can't see it but you know it's there.
Why else would Flaubert so meticulously describe and relish in Emma's fall from grace? Every little detail is mentioned with the same eagerness as a kid dobbing in their little brother. He puts together a file of evidence for her complicity, a smoking gun as you'd say, and leaves it up to us to point the finger.
What would a child do working in a cotton factory, you ask? Oh, just a little mill-scavenging. They were not allowed to sit, rest, or take a break while the mill ran - which was always except for Sunday when they cleaned the huge, spinning WHEELS OF DEATH that caused these children to live in a constant state of grief and terror Well, doesn't that just cheer you up!
The entire story arc and every unnecessary tidbit condemns Emma like one more nail in the coffin. Society is condemned, men are condemned, romantic idealism is condemned. Really, this novel thinks everyone is to blame. What is this novel's answer to it? It seems to be saying, "Well, that silly woman had so much and she threw it all away and look at her now, kids.
She's dead! And poor, which is really much worse. A safe and comfortable home, a good husband who doted on her and she just couldn't be happy with that. Then it looks at society and says, "Well, you created this and now you've helped destroy her too, you assholes! I wonder what this book would have been like if it displayed a far more realistic approach to a woman having an affair and her reasons. Because, let's face it, this book's depiction of a woman and why she has extra-marital relations is very obtuse.
Emma's life and situation is hardly the common for women who seek more out of life. This book makes her quest for more seem silly, unneccessary and ungrateful. Most of all, I wonder what this novel would have been like if it had dealt with Emma as a real character. One who didn't need to be mostly insane to justify having an affair. One who wasn't both stupid and entitled and didn't lose all her money through a lack of self-control and ability to take five seconds to do the math.
One who was capable of growing and learning from life. Unfortunately all that is lost. Even in the end, Emma learnt nothing. All sound and fury. Signifying nothing. Much like this novel. My final criticism about this book This was a book about people gettin' it on Curse you! View all 45 comments. Letto un paio di volte e sempre amato. Uno dei massimi capolavori della letteratura, secondo me.
Le mot juste. Che delizia scrivere! Oggi, per esempio, mi sentivo uomo e donna, amante e amata, cavalcavo per una foresta in un pomeriggio d'autunno sotto le foglie gialle, e io ero i cavalli, le foglie, il vento, le parole dette da lui e da lei, e il sole scarlatto sopra le loro palpebre semichiuse, gonfie per la passione Alberto Arbasino: Certi romanzi, pp View all 16 comments. View all 21 comments. Mar 27, Martine rated it really liked it Recommends it for: Like every European teenager who takes French at secondary school, I was supposed to read Madame Bovary when I was seventeen or so.
I chose not to, and boy, am I glad I did. I couldn't possibly have done justice to the richness of Flaubert's writing as a seventeen-year-old. Moreover, I probably would have hated the characters so much that I never would have given the book another chance. Which would have been a shame, as it's really quite deserving of the tremendous reputation it has. Madame Bovary is the story of Emma Rouault, a mid-nineteenth-century peasant woman who has read too many sentimental novels for her own good.
When the hopeless romantic marries Charles Bovary, a country doctor, she thinks she is going to lead a life full of passion and grandeur, but instead she gets stuck in a provincial town where nothing ever happens.
Hell-bent on some escapism and yearning for someone who understands her romantic needs, Emma embarks on two adulterous affairs, plunges herself into debt and ends up very badly indeed, leaving behind a husband who might not have been the dashing hero of her dreams but who most certainly did care about her.
Madame Bovary is most famous for its portrayal of an unfulfilled woman, and indeed it's Emma's ennui and desperate need for romance that the reader will remember. They are described so convincingly that it's hard to believe the author was a man rather than a woman. However, Madame Bovary isn't all about one woman going through life dreaming and breaking down every time reality catches up with her.
Like other great classics of realism, it's about society — about the social mores and conditions which instil certain kinds of behaviour in people and then punish them for it.
Flaubert's depiction of Emma's provincial village a haven of all that is base and mediocre is painstakingly detailed and realistic. It's a wonderfully vivid and well-observed account of life in mid-nineteenth-century rural France, where people go about doing their jobs, conducting illicit affairs, gossiping behind each other's backs, ruining each other financially and generally leading lives which are far from exalted. Flaubert's portrayal of his characters is unabashedly vicious and misanthropic, but such is the quality of his writing that you forgive him for taking such a dim view of humanity.
There are descriptions in the book the seduction at the market, the club-foot operation, the endlessly prolonged death from arsenic poisoning which rank among the best things nineteenth-century realism has to offer — gloriously life-like scenes which make you feel as if you're right there in the thick of things, watching things happen in front of your horrified eyes. And if the whole thing has a tragic and deterministic slant to it, well, so be it.
That's realism for you. At least Flaubert has the decency to grant his heroine a few sighs of rapture before her inexorable demise. For it may be a realist novel, but it has some genuinely romantic moments of passion and drama cab ride through Rouen, anyone? Ultimately, how you respond to Madame Bovary depends on your own susceptibility to romantic notions. If, like Emma Bovary, you're prone to dreams of passion, beauty and perfection, and yearn to feel and experience rather than being stuck in a dreary life in a village where nothing ever happens, chances are you'll be able to relate to Emma and thus see the genius of Flaubert's depiction of her.
If, on the other hand, you think that such romantic escapism is a lot of sentimental, self-indulgent claptrap which it is — that's the tragedy of it! As for myself, I'm definitely in the former camp. If I'd been Emma, I probably would have walked into the same traps that she does.
I would have fallen in love with the one neighbour who seems to understand my need for intensity, I would have gone through the same mad cycle of repentance, dissatisfaction and making the same mistakes again, and I probably would have spent a bit too much money in my quest for soul-affirming experiences, as well.
My ruin wouldn't have been as complete as Emma's, but it would have been fed by the same dreams and desires. Oh, yes. So don't let anyone tell you Madame Bovary is an old-fashioned creature whose dilemmas are no longer relevant to modern readers.
There are plenty of people in modern society who are as much in love with romance itself as she is, and not just women, either. And how many people today don't rack up huge debts because the magazines they read have led them to believe that they're entitled to more than is within their means? Replace 'sentimental novels' by 'TV', 'movies' and 'magazines', and all of a sudden Emma's cravings won't seem so outdated any more.
Quite the contrary; they're as timeless and universal as they ever were. That's the hallmark of a classic — it speaks to us from across a century and a half and shows us ourselves.
We may not much like the picture of ourselves, but it's pretty powerful all the same. I'd give the book four and a half stars if I could, but alas. In the absence of half stars, four stars will have to do, with the assurance that it's well worth another half. View all 13 comments. The story focuses on a doctor's wife, Emma Bovary, who has adulterous affairs and lives beyond her means in order to escape the banalities and emptiness of provincial life.
One day, Charles visits a local farm to set the owner's broken leg and meets his patient's daughter, Emma Rouault. Emma is a beautiful, daintily dressed young woman who has received a "good education" in a Emma is a beautiful, daintily dressed young woman who has received a "good education" in a convent. She has a powerful yearning for luxury and romance inspired by reading popular novels. Charles is immediately attracted to her, and visits his patient far more often than necessary, until Heloise's jealousy puts a stop to the visits.
When Heloise unexpectedly dies, Charles waits a decent interval before courting Emma in earnest. Her father gives his consent, and Emma and Charles marry. The novel's focus shifts to Emma. Charles means well but is plodding and clumsy. After he and Emma attend an elegant ball given by the Marquis d'Andervilliers, Emma finds her married life dull and becomes listless. Charles decides his wife needs a change of scenery and moves his practice to the larger market town of Yonville traditionally identified with the town of Ry.
There, Emma gives birth to a daughter, Berthe, but motherhood proves a disappointment to Emma. You dawdle along, indulging yourself with odd details.
Haute-Normandie, his home territory. And I have to smile at his foresight when he makes Emma Bovary wish that the name Bovary will become famous, that it will be displayed all over bookshops and repeated in the newspapers. But as the quiet pages turn, I find myself longing for a change for Emma and for me as a reader. Her world is too limited. Spare a thought for us. Thoughts on Part II This section starts off with a little more promise.
Emma and Charles are moving to Yonville, a little town in a valley by a meandering river. Willows whiten, aspens quiver, little breezes dusk and shiver, thro' the wave that runs forever by the island in the river, flowing down to Camelot.
Four gray walls and four gray towers, overlook a space of flowers, and the silent isle imbowers, the Lady of Shalott. I remember the descriptions of Emma looking at the world through her window, and I think, Yes! Up to this point, Emma has been exactly like the enchanted Lady of Shalott, looking out at the world as if from a mirror, cut off from real life.
Perhaps from her window in Yonville, she will see Sir Lancelot riding by The town provides some interest for the reader in any case. We are introduced to a colorful set of inhabitants.
Leon Dupuis. Lheureux; the Rouen-Yonville stage-coach driver Hivert; a sanctimonious clergyman called M. Bournisien and a free-thinking but rather pedantic pharmacist called Homais.
An immediate battle of words between the clergyman and the pharmacist livens up the story nicely. I welcome these new characters, no matter how sanctimonious or pedantic. But while introducing several interesting and comic characters, Flaubert is simultaneously playing with our expectations.
If you turned right at the end, you arrived at the cemetary. Is he Sir Lancelot? In any case, within the space of a few pages, he seems to have cheered Emma up considerably. But Flaubert is still offering us hints about the future: The pages go by without much happening, and the side door remains unused. Oh, wait, something is happening. A bunch of characters are going on a day trip! How exciting! In Part II, the character list may have expanded but life in Yonville Yawnville hasn't really become more interesting.
Emma is increasingly bored and exasperated by her gentle husband Charles and by her narrow life in the town.
Alas, the passage ends with the church bells tolling in peaceful lamentation. Poor me. He leaves without having once made use of that tempting side entrance. What has Emma to look forward to now? Oh right, an Agricultural Show… But in the meantime, Emma has realised that Leon might have been her best chance at love and she missed it.
Really, it goes from bad to worse. But perhaps shedding a little tear too. Emma has bought herself a prie-dieu, a gothic kneeler. Perhaps something will happen today Why yes! From her window Emma spies a fine Sir Lancelot in yellow gloves. Or is it Mr Bingley? A single man with twenty thousand a year renting a house in the area, he must surely be in want of a His name is not Bingley but Boulanger, Rodolphe Boulanger.
He sounds as romantic as a red-nosed baker. Yes, I was right. This IS a comic novel! Is Flaubert mocking his main character? Yes, he seems to be mocking everyone in the course of this Agricultural Show episode, juxtaposing contrasting scenes to great comic effect. While the local Deputy engages his large audience at a slow pace on the subject of cereal production, Rodolphe engages his tiny audience at a fast pace on the subject of serial seduction.
The deputy is planning a venture involving manufacturing linen, Rodolphe is planning a venture involving bed linen! Is Flaubert trying to turn Homais, the supreme unbeliever, into a Messiah who will make the lame walk and the blind see? In the predictably disappointing aftermath of the miracle procedure, Flaubert gives us some great dialogues between the priest and the pharmacist.
These are definitely my favourite parts. Meantime, Emma dialogues with her conscience on the subject of her affair with Rodolphe. Flaubert is amusing himself again. And even as Emma enters crisis mode, Flaubert makes Homais create a comic diversion. And then he gives Charles serious money troubles just to bring us back into serious mode again. In the next section, Flaubert cooly announces that Emma wants to become a saint! Elle voulut devenir une sainte. Am I the only one who notices this constant lurching between the serious and the farcical?
The two are stock comic characters. But romance prevails in spite of the comedy; Emma, like Lucia in the garden scene, meets her old love Leon at the opera. This more mature Leon turns out to be as calculating in his modest way as Rodolphe was, and he manages to get Charles to agree to Emma staying on an extra day in Rouen by herself.
Not just any cab of course. It has to be a cab that has blinds that can be pulled down completely. Flaubert sends the cabby and his two passengers on a crazy journey around and around the city so that people in the streets see the cab go by again and again and are amazed at the apparitions and reapparaitions of a shuttered vehicle in broad daylight.
No, the scene has to open with Homais castigating his apprentice for daring to unlock his medicine cabinet - where he has a bottle of arsenic locked away. In the middle of all this expostulating, he conveys the bad news to Emma: The story moves on through many more chapters as Emma and Leon find possibilities for more rendezvous, sometimes described in ridiculous terms, sometimes in sublime ones: She is the unnamed She of every love poem.
This is heady stuff! Each time the story strikes such a serious note, Homais is called in to do another comic turn. The man who used to spout Latin at every opportunity suddenly starts peppering his conversation with slang terms to great effect: Flaubert is serious at last. Emma is left with nothing but debts and broken dreams - described in the most beautiful language needless to say.
And even when things worsen, he still manages to make me laugh. He declares that in cases of poisoning, the most important thing is to carry out a test. Follow the scientific method. Everything will be fine if you follow the scientific method and carry out tests. At the very worst moment after the famous doctors have arrived and given up on curing the poison victim, Homais feels obliged to entertain them at his house, sending out for pigeons and lamb chops, the best cream and eggs, and warning his wife to take out the wineglasses with the stems.
And while the entire town, me included, are waiting for news of the victim, Flaubert allows Homais to continue his farce. Saccharum, docteur? Homais and the priest sit by the deathbed arguing about religion until they both fall asleep, when they are shown to be indistinguishable from one another: When they wake up, their differences re-emerge: But Homais would no doubt prove me wrong.
Using suitably scientific methods, he would prove that the majority of readers consider it a tragedy.
So be it. View all 76 comments. View all 4 comments. Madame Bovary dreams of literary, romantic adventures with young studs and stands out as possibly the most self-centered anti-heroine in the Western canon.
Yet, it could be that some who haven't read it have no idea of the "ending" ending which I won't give away here. Likely one reason this masterful novel is so affe Splendid, Accessible Prose in Lydia Davis' Translation of Madame Bovary Most realize that the novel's basic substance or theme: Likely one reason this masterful novel is so affecting is that most of us know that we could have taken a bite of the luscious apple, that if we had made that one wrong turn in life and given in to sensual desire however fleeting , we too would have carried ourselves and our loved ones hurtling down a road that leads always to tragedy for someone in our life.
If you haven't read this, I recommend this translation, in which Lydia Davis' prose is sublime, e. Love, she believed, had to come, suddenly, with a great clap of thunder and a lightning flash, a tempest from heaven that falls upon your life, like a devastation, scatters your ideals like leaves and hurls your very soul into the abyss.
Little did she know that up on the roof of the house, the rain will form a pool if the gutters are blocked, and there she would have stayed feeling safe inside, until one day she suddenly discovered the crack right down the wall. The novel was ground-breaking in several ways, not the least of which is the well and range of human emotions that ebb and flow through the reader while marveling at Flaubert's astounding attention to detail.
Clunky translations of this novel in the past took away from the experience of the sadness, anger, disgust, contempt and pity that this translation so aesthetically accentuates. I highly recommend this translation if you haven't read this. Why are all the "great classics" lead by famed female heroines all too often about personal freedom thru means of sexual compromise leading to abject misery and ultimate demise? I realize it's an accurate depiction of culture and times, however why are Bovary and Moll Flanders the memorable matriarchs of classic literature?
See my commentary on the Awakening for similar frustrations. Why aren't there more works about strong women making a difference in their own lives if not those of their famil Why are all the "great classics" lead by famed female heroines all too often about personal freedom thru means of sexual compromise leading to abject misery and ultimate demise? Why aren't there more works about strong women making a difference in their own lives if not those of their families and communities?
Why aren't we having young women read a work or 2 portraying a strong female who doesn't end up having an affair, committing suicided, or otherwise screwing up her own life and the lives of others as she sinks to the bottom where she inevitably belonged? View all 29 comments. Her too-lofty dreams, her too-narrow house. We meet and greet different sorts of people; we greet and read different sorts of books.
Last year, I had the pleasure of meeting Ms. Jane Eyre. With her modest dreams and dignified living, it was easy to accept and love her. She was far from perfect but there was hardly a thing I would have changed about her. A fictional character of literature exemplifying the virtuous side of real life but she was not alone.
There were some other characters surround Her too-lofty dreams, her too-narrow house. There were some other characters surrounding Jane who certainly struck a chord with me but the music thus created was not a soothing melody. In one such story this year, I met Emma. Yet this man taught her nothing, knew nothing, wished for nothing. He thought she was happy; and she resented him for that settled calm, that ponderous serenity, that very happiness which she herself brought him.
The Bored and Beautiful, Madame Bovary. We all probably know her. That reckless young woman who jots down a list of inordinate whims which could culminate into a glorious Happily Ever After when time comes.
Emma while single had imagination and anticipation; Ms. Bovary while married had perversity and passion. Those pleasures when turned inside out, sometimes take the shape of eternal sufferings too. The difference possibly lies in the vacuum created out of being in love and the idea of being in love.
Both can be fatal but I would like to believe that the latter is something that is bound to make a person delusional about oneself and everyone around. Emma tried to form a derisory bridge from her idea too, in a hope to reach an unknown destination she usually read in her books but eventually she suffered too. Where could she have learned this depravity, so deep and so dissembled that it was almost incorporeal? Why, from this society only. A society which thrives upon displaying its pretentious happiness and insists on concealing the perpetual sadness.
A society which constantly invent ways of piling up the debt upon another person while wearing the sham of welfare. Love goes to hell in such cases. She was the beloved of every novel, the heroine of every drama, the vague she of every volume of poetry. The irony. View all 62 comments.
View 2 comments. Perhaps she would have liked to confide in someone about all these things. But how does one express an uneasiness so intangible, one that changes shape like a cloud, that changes direction like the wind? She lacked the words, the occasion, the courage. Some blame it on novels packed with sentimentalist kitsch; some point out her too-lofty dreams, her too-narrow house, so that the higher she raised the bar of happiness the harder it got to climb; some direct their anger at her reckless financial Perhaps she would have liked to confide in someone about all these things.
Some blame it on novels packed with sentimentalist kitsch; some point out her too-lofty dreams, her too-narrow house, so that the higher she raised the bar of happiness the harder it got to climb; some direct their anger at her reckless financial transactions that put her family in bankruptcy; some are disappointed at the lack of her sense of duty towards her husband and the small child; some dub her a coward view spoiler [for committing suicide when her secrets were about to get out, renouncing the chutzpah that had propelled her to devise rash schemes hide spoiler ].
In short, everyone thinks her as silly, stupid, selfish, vacuous, impulsive, unrealistic, et cetera, even an evil woman, [insert more abuse], bent on destroying herself and her family, echoing, in a way, Madame Tuvache's assertion that such women ought to be whipped. Many of us think Emma had no good excuse to set herself on a path to self-destruction, to which Flaubert might have replied: But we still forget that she prayed for a son when she got pregnant.
She did not even look at the baby girl when she was born with the wrong gender. This is how Emma wishes to abandon her womanhood to realise her illusory dream: She wanted a son; he would be strong and dark, she would call him Georges; and this idea of having a male child was a sort of hoped-for compensation for all her past helplessness.
A man, at least, is free; he can explore every passion, every land, overcome obstacles, taste the most distant pleasures. But a woman is continually thwarted.
Her will, like the veil tied to her hat by a string, flutters with every breeze; there is always some desire luring her on, some convention holding her back. Emma, for me, is a doleful shadow of her times who seems out of step precisely because she was possessed of an untamed intelligence and unbridled passion that could find no outlet in the restrictive channels available to her. If you allow me to quote a quatrain of Omar Khayyam: In the greater scheme of things, however, Emma is a quest for absolute happiness, for wealth, for station, for recognition, that eludes humanity at its heart.
Why, when we possess all the indicators of a reasonably happy life, we still feel the pangs of ennui like a spiritual victim of an equivalent of a Somali famine? Emma provides us with an answer, and this is where she becomes universal, revealing to us a truth about the human condition. In a brilliant moment of self-actualisation Emma sees her profile reflected in the mirror, her hands and eyes so large, so dark, so deep, and says to herself again and again: A lover!
At last she would possess those joys of love, that fever of happiness of which she had despaired. She was entering something marvelous in which all was passion, ecstasy, delirium. It turned out to be a mirage.
Happiness did not come. Love did not last. She was rediscovering in adultery all the platitudes of marriage. No matter what Emma did or thought, whatever path she undertook, she could find no answer to the enigma of existence. But where does Mr Charles Bovary fit in all this? On paper, and before getting to know him, Charles is a husband any woman would want.
He makes love without passion, speaks without wit, walks without a gait, and displays no fascination for life. He is humourless; he has no personality.It's a wonderfully vivid and well-observed account of life in mid-nineteenth-century rural France, where people go about doing their jobs, conducting illicit affairs, gossiping behind each other's backs, ruining each other financially and generally leading lives which are far from exalted. It was a problem from the outset.
Emma Bovary is human because she is not all good nor all evil. And everyone else likes it. Monsieur Lheureux is a manipulative and sly merchant who continually convinces people in Yonville to buy goods on credit and borrow money from him. But a woman is always hampered.
Quand il lana Madame Bovary, ctait comme un d- fi jet au ralisme dalors If you haven't read this, I recommend this translation, in which Lydia Davis' prose is sublime, e.
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