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Madame Bovary (Webster's Korean Thesaurus Edition). Read more Gustave Flaubert's Madame Bovary: A Reference Guide. Read more. Page 1. Page 2. Page 3. Page 4. Page 5. Page 6. Page 7. Page 8. Page 9. Page Page Page Page Page Page Page Page Page Madame Bovary. To Marie-Antoine-Jules Senard. Member of the Paris Bar, Ex- President of the National. Assembly, and Former Minister of the Interior. Dear and .

In lieu of an abstract, here is a brief excerpt of the content: The Realism of Madame Bovary Jonathan Culler bio Flaubert's realism is a topic that has been somewhat neglected of late—for a variety of reasons that at least deserve some reflection. First, though Madame Bovary remains the most widely read and studied of his novels, it would be fair to say, I think, that for critics of the last thirty years Bouvard et Pecuchet has become paradigmatic for Flaubert—as of course it is—and that stripped-down model of writerly activity, which centers the novel on the circulation of anonymous discourses, can lead one to neglect the extensive descriptions, analyses, and reflections that make up so much of Madame Bovary. Consider this passage. Finally, there is the fact, whose significance is difficult to estimate, that if realism entails a mimetic relationship to the social, the analysis of realism is likely to be much less interesting and rewarding to sophisticated critics than, say, the exploration of intertextual relationships or the discovery of complex internal patterns and homologies. But the problem of realism in Madame Bovary is hard to ignore.

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.

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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.

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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.

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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?

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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.

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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. For, after all, Charles was someone, always an open ear, always a ready approbation. She confided many secrets to her greyhound! She would have done the same to the logs in the fireplace and the pendulum of the clock. Charles listens to her like a pendulum of the clock or a log in the fireplace! Later, during a bout of disquietude she wished Charles would beat her, so that she could more justly detest him, avenge herself.

Flaubert enthralls the reader with his clauses towed to long sentences with judicious deployment of semi colons along the way. The continuous ebb and flow of his prose has a soporific effect on the mind. He enriches an image with choice details to highlight the mood of the setting and of the character. You do not find a spurious detail that does not add something to the narrative.

The writing is remarkably modern for its time, light and airy, so different from the suffocating formality of Victorian English. All direct quotes in italics May View all 70 comments. Emma is a rather silly, very passionate too much so , bored, uneducated to the reality of the real world, young woman, who believes in the romantic novels she reads, moonlight walks, eerie, forbidding castles, dangerous flights into unknown, and strange lands, always trying to escape their frightening captors Emma lives on a farm, in mid nineteenth century France, her widower, remote, still gentle, father, Monsieur Rouault, anxious to get rid of his useless daughter, and though he enjoys the work, is not very good at it farming , but a considerably better businessman, being an only child, she wants excitement.

Hating the monotonous country, dreaming about the titillating city, Paris , and the fabulous people and things there. Yet meeting and marrying the dull, common , hardworking, good doctor, Charles Bovary, who fixed her father's broken leg, he adores his pretty wife, life has to be better elsewhere, she thinks, so agreed to the marriage proposal.

Moving to the small, tedious village of Tostes , Emma regrets soon her hasty marriage. Even the birth of her daughter, Berthe who she neglects, not a loving mother, the maid raises her, has no effect on her gloomy moods. She craves romance, her husband is not like the men in her books, ordinary looking, not fearless, or intelligent, words do not inspire coming out of his mouth, he lacks the intense feelings, she wants.

After moving to another quiet village, Yonville Ry clueless Bovary, thinks the change of scenery, will lift his listless wife out of her funk. The local wealthy landowner, Rodolphe Boulanger, sees the pretty Emma, senses her unhappiness and seduces her, a veteran at this sort of thing, he has had many mistresses, in the past.

At first the secret, quite perilous, thrilling, rendezvous behind the back of Emma's house, clandestine notes, reckless walks in the predawn mornings, to his Chateau, reminds Emma of her novels Rodolphe gets annoyed, unexcited, he also doesn't feel like the beginning, sends a letter breaking off the affair.

The emotional Emma becomes very ill, her husband fears that she may die, puzzled at the sudden sickness. A slow recover ensues, Emma still has the same husband, starts another affair with a clerk, shy Leon Dupuis younger than she , more grateful too, not like the previous lover, the erratic Madame Bovary is in control. In the nearby town Rouen, in Normandy they meet every week, until this becomes uninteresting, the spendthrift woman, behind her trusting, loving, naive , husband's back, drive them to ruin, through her unreasonable downloading sprees.

Emma Bovary learns much too late, that the only person who loves her, is the unremarkable man she married. What can I say, love or hate this , it remains a controversial classic , the crowds flock to. View all 20 comments. Moira posted a terrific review of Rabbit Redux the other day, and it made me realise something I should have noticed years ago.

Rabbit Angstrom is Emma Bovary's literary grandson! As Moira says, Updike was deeply influenced by Nabokov, a fact that had somehow passed me by. Nabokov, in his turn, was a disciple of Flaubert; he famously said that he'd read all Flaubert, in the original French, by the time he was So the family tree is clear enough.

It's one of those cases, though, where things ha Moira posted a terrific review of Rabbit Redux the other day, and it made me realise something I should have noticed years ago. It's one of those cases, though, where things have sort of skipped a generation. It's not hard to see that the three authors are stylistically close. But Flaubert and Updike are both ultra-naturalistic and Nabokov is not, and Nabokov also has quite a different take on psychology compared to the other two.

So you don't immediately link Updike to Flaubert, or at least I didn't; though I do remember, at least once, defending Rabbit by comparing him with Emma.

It seemed somehow like a reasonable comparison, but I'd thought it was just a chance resemblance. Now that I have the missing link, it's all painfully obvious. After this, everything is a disappointment to them, and they find life with their respective partners, Janice and Charles, dull and stultifying. Their sense of frustration drives them into increasingly disastrous sexual liaisons, which eventually kill them and destroy several other lives as well.

Flaubert makes no obvious attempt to judge Emma, which led to many of his contemporaries denouncing the book as wicked, immoral and even obscene, charges which are often applied to Updike for similar reasons; many American readers today dislike Rabbit as much as late nineteenth century French readers disliked Emma. To me, these criticisms are completely irrelevant to the question of whether or not Rabbit and Madame Bovary are great books. We see Emmas and Rabbits all around us; ignoring the novels is hardly going to make them go away.

And the language is so delightful, especially Flaubert's. I'm in the middle of reading Madame Bovary for the third time. Emma has just met Rodolphe: As usual, I'm willing her not to fall for him, but I don't think it's going to work out the way I want it to. It's an almost perfect book, that you can read any number of times. Here are some of my favourite passages. The trashy novels that Emma reads when she's feeling depressed during the early years of her marriage: Bournisien and Homais watch over Emma's corpse, while squabbling with each other: Alors M.

Rodolphe finishes his break-up letter: Votre ami? Oui, c'est cela. Elle lui parut bonne. Ah bah! And a little earlier, this, which I think is simply one of the most heartbreaking paragraphs ever written.

I dedicate this review to my dear friends Will, Jeffrey and Sidharth, whose wise words have always inspired me SPOILERS "Did she not seem to be passing through life scarcely touching it, and to bear on her brow the vague impress of some divine destiny?

She was so sad and so calm, at once so gentle and so reserved, that near her one felt oneself seized by an icy charm But she was eaten up with desires, with rage, with hate. That dress with the narrow folds hid a distracted heart, of whose tormen I dedicate this review to my dear friends Will, Jeffrey and Sidharth, whose wise words have always inspired me SPOILERS "Did she not seem to be passing through life scarcely touching it, and to bear on her brow the vague impress of some divine destiny?

That dress with the narrow folds hid a distracted heart, of whose torment those chaste lips said nothing. It is arguable whether she has the talent, but she certainly has the soul. Her weakness could have been her strength in our times. Instead, she lived in one that did not tolerate passion, assertiveness and freedom of spirit and mind in women. Her father sees her as useless and instead of trying to help her grow, develop, he is only too quick to find her a husband, and this husband and his mother go as far as forbidding her to read novels When we long to be understood, to be happy, to be connected, we also long to be seen.

Sometimes we live on the edge of self-discovery and we only need a gentle push into the right direction. Emma waited, hopes to be saved, to be discovered, to be helped. Like all of us, she longes to be noticed and appreciated. Like shipwrecked sailors, she turned despairing eyes upon the solitude of her life, seeking afar off some white sail in the mists of the horizon.

Each morning, as she awoke, she hoped it would come that day; she listened to every sound, sprang up with a start, wondered that it did not come; then at sunset, always more saddened, she longed for the morrow. She is too obsessed, too possessed by her desires. Her romantic nature dives her to harsh judgementalism, she is condemned and renounces everyone and everything that falls short of her idea of perfection.

She is a woman incapable of seeing nuances. She is a woman of extremities. Even her feelings are such. Both her joys and disappointments are to the max. She loved the sea only for the sake of its storms, and the green fields only when broken up by ruins.

She wanted to get some personal profit out of things, and she rejected as useless all that did not contribute to the immediate desires of her heart, being of a temperament more sentimental than artistic, looking for emotions, not landscapes. And what does she for? A man with the imagination and passion her husband lacks and with the loyalty and trustworthiness her lovers fail to provide. One might argue that Charles offers her at least the latter. Does he want her to be happy?

Des he love her? Very much so.

She condemnd him for being so very far away from her ideal and he condemnes her by failing to be interested into the inner workings and struggles of her soul. He isn't even aware of them. He is a man satisfying himself with the ostensible. He isn't a man of deep thoughts and desires.

This simplicity partially takes a good direction, because it results into a calm, amiable, trusting and optimistic nature, into a man needing a little to be happy. He is easily content. He is a man in denial. A man who needs a hurricane to wake him up. To me the two of them, while miles away from each other in other ways, are very much alike in their inability to see nuances. They are equally blind, equally self-absorbed. And they mutually destroy each other.

A man, on the contrary, should he not know everything, excel in manifold activities, initiate you into the energies of passion, the refinements of life, all mysteries? But this one taught nothing, knew nothing, wished nothing. He thought her happy; and she resented this easy calm, this serene heaviness, the very happiness she gave him If he had but wished it, if he had guessed it, if his look had but once met her thought, it seemed to her that a sudden plenty would have gone out from her heart, as the fruit falls from a tree when shaken by a hand.

But as the intimacy of their life became deeper, the greater became the gulf that separated her from him. He falls in love with her, but fights with this love and his desire to give into it until the end. Maybe too deep. Yet, would she have been happy had he stayed by her side, had he taken her away from her unhappy, lifeless marriage?

I doubt it. The humiliation of feeling herself weak was turning to rancour, tempered by their voluptuous pleasures. It was not affection; it was like a continual seduction. He subjugated her; she almost feared him. I have always believed that our ability to appreciate the grand things is build upon our ability to cherish the little ones.

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Kindle Edition Verified download. Madame Bovary, Flaubert's debut novel, is a masterpiece for a number of reasons. First, it is a stunning and unique exploration of the French Revolution, with each character representing a different idea prevalent at that time - very clever.

Perhaps we may lack appreciation of that today, as it's no longer new, but in Flaubert's day, this was extraordinary. However, that's far from the only unique feature of the story. See, Flaubert is perhaps the first solid example of masterful handling of what writers and English professors refer to as Free Indirect Speech. You'll notice that the story opens with an unnamed first person narrator, then, without warning, the story shifts to third person omniscient, having already utterly and completely drawn you into the story.

It's brilliant, and even today, Flaubert is the one you'll be encouraged to study if you wish to master writing from this point of view. I highly recommend this story, for philosophers, for writers, and for those just looking for an interesting tale exploring some important truths.

I decided to read Madame Bovary after years of seeing it in lists of classic novels. Having completed it, I cannot in honesty say that I enjoyed every page of it because I found Emma and her husband Charles Bovary to be two of the most shallow people in fiction.

Her life is built on romantic notions that she cannot find in real relationships while he seems to exist solely to show us that one can be a doctor while still being dull and stupid. On numerous occasions, I found myself wishing I could give both of them a good swift kick. 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. 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.

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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.

Madame Bovary

El notario, aprovechando la desesperacin de Emma, le pide sus favores. Ella se niega dignamente.

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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.