Written in 1857, Madame Bovary was censored when it was published. I can see why. Flaubert’s writing makes you see every illicit act. In spite of her scandalous sneaking about, I felt sorry for Madame Bovary. I also hated her for the way she treated her loving though dull husband. This poor creature has no idea that his wife is out doin' the nasty while he's riding all across the country-side to earn money for her to fritter away. By the end of the book, the Bovarys are as deep in debt as any modern day sub-prime mortgage victims. A poignant lesson to those of us for whom good enough is not enough.
Sunday, April 12, 2009
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