A Day for Gustave Flaubert
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 untrue. For none of us can ever express the exact measure of his needs or his thoughts or his sorrows; and language is a cracked…