Born in 1857 from the pen of Gustave Flaubert, Madame Bovary is this year the heroine of the bicentenary of the birth of the writer. Romantic and tragic muse, inveterate dreamer, eternal dissatisfied, what if she looked more like us than we thought?
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In a century and a half, its notoriety has only increased. Emma Bovary, this is the first desperate housewife modern times. She perishes of boredom in her Normandy countryside, and throws herself headlong into adultery. The novel’s tour de force is not to decide: Emma is both a tragic heroine (passion and money debts lead her to suicide) and a jug!
Flaubert is not tender, the subtle irony of the writer underlines the stupidity which loses her, this dissatisfaction which will earn Emma to become a concept, ensuring her a lasting celebrity: bovarysm, meaning, roughly speaking, to have desires who go beyond his condition, let his imagination run wild, dream of a less banal life… Suffice to say that many of us suffer (or enjoy?) from bovarysm. The potential misogyny of the concept will not escape anyone, which translates the eternal “they are never happy” expressed by these gentlemen.