Flaubert's unforgettable memoirs of travels abroad
At once a classic of travel literature and a penetrating portrait of a “sensibility on tour,” Flaubert in Egypt wonderfully captures the young writer’s impressions during his 1849 voyages. Using diaries, letters, travel notes, and the evidence of Flaubert’s traveling companion, Maxime Du Camp, Francis Steegmuller reconstructs his journey through the bazaars and brothels of Cairo and down the Nile to the Red Sea.
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About the Author
Gustave Flaubert was born in Rouen in 1821, the son of a prominent physician. The success of Madame Bovary (1857) was ensured by government prosecution for "immorality"; Salammbô (1862) and The Sentimental Education (1869) received a cool public reception; not until the publication of Three Tales (1877) was his genius popularly acknowledged. His final bitterness and disillusion were vividly evidenced in the savagely satiric Bouvard and Pécuchet, left unfinished at his death in 1880.
Most Helpful Customer Reviews
Flaubert's indulgent and voluptous journey through Egypt gives us not only a tableau of colour and the exotic nature of both his needs and his surroundings but enables us to share the erotic and sensual experiences found in context with his search. Enjoyable for the characters and their adventures painted with the colours of not only the desert, the sky but the women he makes love with. A delightful short escapade lovers of the exotic will enjoy.
Well,in truth the 'book' is not that bad, that is because it is Flaubert, and there are some excellent snatches of writing. For instance, his letters to his friend Louis Bouilhet are titillating - basically, erotica. But, if this is not your thing, the rest of 'book' is dry, difficult to follow. Actually, the editor must be faulted: the pieces he inlcludes - letters, journals, etc. are chronologically accurate but usually disconnected.This does provide insight into the mind of a great writer, but gives the reader little sense of what Egypt was really like. More of a pyschological tour of Flaubert's mind, than a decent travel log. For better stuff like this, read James.