Madame Bovary by Gustave FlaubertMadame Bovary by Gustave Flaubert

Madame Bovary

byGustave FlaubertTranslated byGeoffrey WallIntroduction byGeoffrey Wall

Paperback | December 31, 2002

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The notorious and celebrated novel that established modern realism
For this novel of French bourgeois life in all its inglorious banality, Flaubert invented a paradoxically original and wholly modern style. His heroine, Emma Bovary, a bored provincial housewife, abandons her husband to pursue the libertine Rodolphe in a desperate love affair. A succès de scandale in its day, Madame Bovary remains a powerful and scintillating novel.

This Penguin Classics edition is translated with notes and an introduction by Geoffrey Wall. It includes a preface by Michele Roberts. 

For more than seventy years, Penguin has been the leading publisher of classic literature in the English-speaking world. With more than 1,700 titles, Penguin Classics represents a global bookshelf of the best works throughout history and across genres and disciplines. Readers trust the series to provide authoritative texts enhanced by introductions and notes by distinguished scholars and contemporary authors, as well as up-to-date translations by award-winning translators.
Gustave Flaubert was born in Rouen in 1821, the son of a prominent physician. A solitary child, he was attracted to literature at an early age, and after his recovery from a nervous breakdown suffered while a law student, he turned his total energies to writing. Aside from journeys to the Near East, Greece, Italy, and North Africa, and...
Title:Madame BovaryFormat:PaperbackPublished:December 31, 2002Publisher:Penguin Publishing GroupLanguage:English

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ISBN - 10:0140449124

ISBN - 13:9780140449129


Rated 5 out of 5 by from classic what a great novel - this is one classic that is not overrated
Date published: 2018-05-15
Rated 5 out of 5 by from classic what a great novel - this is one classic that is not overrated
Date published: 2018-05-15
Rated 5 out of 5 by from classic what a great novel - this is one classic that is not overrated
Date published: 2018-05-15
Rated 5 out of 5 by from wonderful what a great novel - this is one classic that is not overrated
Date published: 2018-05-15
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Read it! This novel is hilarious, so much irony and sarcasm from the narrator that make Emma more ridiculous than pitiful. The characters are realistic (boring, not idealised) and the plot (if any) is quite easy to follow.
Date published: 2018-04-24
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Loved this I really enjoyed reading this book. A fairly easy read. One of the classics.
Date published: 2017-11-08
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Gorgeous Breathtaking writing, and an historically important book.
Date published: 2017-10-27
Rated 2 out of 5 by from meh the beginning was super boring, but the middle got slightly less dreadful. I mean, there were times I felt sympathetic towards Emma, but she made many unwise choices which she wasn't even satisfied with... like whaaaaat. you wanted to feel this passion, but it wasn't enough to fill you up and now you are bored with this affair... ugh. not to mention she was rude to Charles, even if he was a bore, at least he loved her!
Date published: 2017-09-14
Rated 4 out of 5 by from Superbe It's not the most uplifting, but certainly captivating and an excellent portrayal of 19th century life.
Date published: 2017-05-07
Rated 3 out of 5 by from 2.5 To be honest, Berthe is the character I felt sorry for the most. If only she had smarter parents.
Date published: 2017-05-03
Rated 4 out of 5 by from Classic Classic french novel, not a page turner though.
Date published: 2016-12-16
Rated 2 out of 5 by from Dry, but Easy to Read I found Madame Bovary to be in some parts quite dry and hard to follow. This may have just been the translation but i wish it had gone into more detail on certain times in her life. An easy read and shows the darker side of the family life in France in the 1800's.
Date published: 2010-10-22
Rated 5 out of 5 by from A Wonderful Novel Madame Bovary is a classic. I can almost hear the readers of this review gasping. But don't worry, it's not a boring classic; it's actually an amazing novel to read, both for fun and for analysis. Scratch that last part: to heck with the analysis. This book is meant to be read and enjoyed, not analyzed. The story centers around Emma Bovary, who's bored with married life and engages in affairs with other men while spending money recklessly until both her affairs and debts come back to haunt her. Forget the summary: just read it. It's fun, and has a great plot. And the ending is marvelous. Flaubert is a genius, and once you read this, you'll see just why he is, and why this is considered a classic. And also, it's fun to discuss whether Emma Bovary was an idiot or not. I say--well, nevermind what I say.
Date published: 2004-08-31

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Chapter OneThe uncouth schoolboy; The Bovary household; A mother's ambitions; Studies with the cure; Training for medicine; Student life in Rouen; Failure and success; A practice in Normandy; The bailiff's widow; The first Madame Bovary.We were in the prep-room when the Head came in, followed by a new boy in mufti and a beadle carrying a big desk. The sleepers aroused themselves, and we all stood up, putting on a startled look, as if we had been buried in our work.The Head motioned to us to sit down.'Monsieur Roger,' said he in a quiet tone to the prep master, I've brought you a new boy. He's going into the second. If his conduct and progress are satisfactory, he will be put up with the boys of his own age. 'The new boy had kept in the background, in the corner behind the door, almost out of sight. He was a country lad of about fifteen, and taller than any of us. His hair was clipped straight across the forehead, like a village choirboy's. He seemed a decent enough fellow, but horribly nervous. Although he was not broad across the shoulders, his green cloth jacket, with its black buttons, looked as if it pinched him under the arms and revealed, protruding well beyond the cuffs, a pair of raw, bony wrists, obviously not unaccustomed to exposure. His legs, encased in blue stockings, issued from a pair of drab-coloured breeches, very tightly braced. He had on a pair of thick, clumsy shoes, not particularly well cleaned and plentifully fortified with nails.The master began to hear the boys at their work. The newcomer listened with all his ears, drinking it in as attentively as if he had been in church, not daring to cross his legs or to lean his elbows on the desk, and when two o'clock came and the bell rang for dismissal, the master had to call him back to earth and tell him to line up with the rest of us.It was our custom, when we came in to class, to throw our caps on the floor, in order to have our hands free. As soon as ever we got inside the door, we 'buzzed' them under the form, against the wall, so as to kick up plenty of dust. That was supposed to be 'the thing.' Whether he failed to notice this manoeuvre or whether he was too shy to join in it, it is impossible to say, but when prayers were over he was still nursing his cap. That cap belonged to the composite order of headgear, and in it the heterogeneous characteristics of the busby, the Polish shapska, the bowler, the otterskin toque and the cotton nightcap were simultaneously represented. It was, in short, one of those pathetic objects whose mute unloveliness conveys the infinitely wistful expression we may sometimes note on the face of an idiot. Ovoid in form and stiffened with whalebone, it began with a sort of triple line of sausage-shaped rolls running all round its circumference; next, separated by a red band, came alternate patches of velvet and rabbit-skin; then a kind of bag or sack which culminated in a stiffened polygon elaborately embroidered, whence, at the end of a long, thin cord, hung a ball made out of gold wire, by way of a tassel. The cap was brand-new, and the peak of it all shiny.'Stand up,' said the master.He stood up, and down went his cap. The whole class began to laugh.He bent down to recover it. One of the boys next to him jogged him with his elbow and knocked it down again. Again he stooped to pick it up.'You may discard your helmet,' said the master, who had a pretty wit.A shout of laughter from the rest of the class quite put the poor fellow out of countenance, and so flustered was he that he didn't know whether to keep it in his hand, put it on the floor or stick it on his head. He sat down and deposited it on his knees.'Stand up,' said the master again, 'and tell me your name.'In mumbling tones the new boy stammered out something quite unintelligible.'Again!'Again came the inarticulate mumble, drowned by the shouts of the class.'Louder!' rapped out the master sharply. 'Speak up!'Whereupon the boy, in desperation, opened his jaws as wide as they would go and, with the full force of his lungs, as though he were hailing somebody at a distance, fired off the word 'Charbovari.'In an instant the class was in an uproar. The din grew louder and louder, a ceaseless crescendo crested with piercing yells--they shrieked, they howled, they stamped their feet, bellowing at the top of their voices: 'Charbovari! Charbovari!' Then, after a while, the storm began to subside. There would be sporadic outbreaks from time to time, smothered by a terrific effort, or perhaps a titter would fizz along a whole row, or a stifled explosion sputter out here and there, like a half-extinguished fuse.However, beneath a hail of 'impositions,' order was gradually restored. The master--who had had it dictated, spelled out and read over to him--had at length succeeded in getting hold of the name of Charles Bovary, and forthwith he ordered the hapless wretch to go and sit on the dunce's stool, immediately below the seat of authority. He started to obey, stopped short and stood hesitating.'What are you looking for?' said the master.'My ca--' began the new boy timidly, casting an anxious glance around him.An angry shout of 'Five hundred lines for the whole class' checked, like the Quos ego, a fresh outburst. 'Stop your noise, then, will you?' continued the master indignantly, mopping his brow with a handkerchief which he had produced from the interior of his cap. 

Editorial Reviews

"Madame Bovary is like the railroad stations erected in its epoch: graceful, even floral, but cast of iron." -- John Updike