![]() ![]() ![]() His visual impressions of the colors and scents and foods are worth the read. He obsesses over the frequency of people hitting the lower classes, which is alarming. As the translator and editor Francis Steegmuller states in her introduction he was sensualist and frequenter of prostitutes, male and female. He goes of looking for splendor and fantasy and finds it precisely because he is seeing it through his own lens. He sexualizes the men and the women and the children and even the street animals like that of a horny young artist. A collection of letters, journal notes, and sections from the memoirs of his travel partner Maxime Du Camp is very, very Flaubert, and very, very little Egypt. Thus far, these accounts of his journey from France to Egypt in the fall of 1849 has proved a fascinating and aesthetically beautiful read. I love "Madame Bovary" and was worried this would repel me. And he dreamed Of desert and distance, sunlight like murder, lust and new colors whose Names exploded the spectrum like dynamite, of cancer. Gray stones of the gray city sluiced by gray rain. Continuing researching regarding early travels down the Nile for my Ralph Waldo Emerson project, I've been reading "Flaubert in Egypt." This book, with its fancy Orientalist cover, has been on my shelf for years. Flaubert in Egypt Robert Penn Warren a poem Augissue for Dorothea Tanning Winterlong, off La Manche, wind leaning. ![]()
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