Word: emma
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Dates: during 1980-1989
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...authorial presence is exacerbated by her repetitive and often unimaginitive writing style, overburdened with tired and unnecessary adjectival and adverbial phrases about "the tough life." One wearisome sentence, characteristic of this style--"For these women, life was far from easy"--reemerges 20 pages after it first appears as. "For Emma Mitchell New and her growing family, life on the plains of central Kansas was far from easy," and crops up yet again 100 pages later as. "For the frontier teacher, life on the job was far from easy." Such observations add nothing to our understanding of the pioneering experience...
Housewife Marian Finger, 44, was startled to hear her son Eric, a seventh-grader at the Emma C. Smith Elementary School in Livermore, Calif., describe what he learned in school. "Mom," he said, "evolutionists don't believe...
...they actually were. Its model, often invoked by Flaubert, was the objective procedure of scientific thought, and its aim was to produce a perfectly limpid art in which the world would be mirrored. There is everything in common between the relentless detail in which the boredom and pointlessness of Emma Bovary's life was built up, and the minutely articulated jumble of reflections behind the blank-faced nana in Manet's Bar at the Folies-Bergère, 1882. Both works, in a sense, point forward to the "objective," molecular constellations of dabbed light from which Seurat assembled...
...executed The Kugelmass Episode. In search of a love affair, an unhappily married humanities professor from City College hooks up with a magician with the power to transport people into the novel of their choice. Professor Kugelmass chooses Madame Bovary and makes repeated visits to Yonville for trysts with Emma. The miracle has side effects. Notes one scholar after rereading Flaubert's masterpiece: "I cannot get my mind around this. First a strange character named Kugelmass, and now she's gone from the book. Well, I guess the mark of a classic is that you can reread...
...Charles is out for the day,' Emma said, her voice full of playful implication. After the wine, they went for a stroll in the lovely French countryside. 'I've always dreamed that some mysterious stranger would appear and rescue me from the monotony of this crass rural existence,' Emma said, clasping his hand. They passed a small church. 'I love what you have on,' she murmured. 'I've never seen anything like it around here. It's so . . . so modern...