A Day for Gustave Flaubert
Jan
23
01
I’m in a mood for Flaubert. I love the way he searched endlessly for le mot juste (the exact - uniquely correct - word, the most precisely accurate language). Sometimes he found the words that evoked and carried more truth than any fact could possibly do.
Love art. Of all lies, it is the least [...]
Filed under: Cultural, Language, books, c'est moi, genius, Gustave Flaubert, ignorance, le mot juste, literature, Madame Bovary, reading, stupidity, survival
