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Gregorian applied similar intensity, laced with more than a touch of the dramatic, to his work at the New York Public Library. In an effort to lift the library's morale, he once took on a morning stint in the reference room, only to forget how to spell Flaubert's name when asked by an eager caller. On the practical side, Gregorian allied himself with New York City Mayor Edward I. Koch in order to receive larger annual grants...
...riddled the art world in the '80s. He shuns publicity, permits virtually no photographs and spends most of his time behind the locked gates of his studio in the unremarkable German town of Buchen. "Live like a bourgeois, think like a god" -- if any painter has taken Gustave Flaubert's famous injunction to heart, it is Kiefer...
...this scene a) a typically clumsy 19th century attempt at pornography, b) a rather silly self-indulgence by Gustave Flaubert, c) a shocking specimen of male chauvinism, d) all of the above or e) none of the above? Skeptical common sense suggests that the best answer would be b or perhaps d. To Bram Dijkstra, an erudite and passionately indignant professor of comparative literature at the University of California at San Diego, the only answer is c. In case anyone thinks he is making too much of Salammbo's gyrations, Dijkstra wants us to know that a painting...
...Llosa would agree. He was a student in Paris when he first encountered Emma nearly 30 years ago. Of subsequent rereadings, he writes, "I have always had the sensation that I was discovering secret facets, unpublished details." This feeling is especially keen when the novel is discussed along with Flaubert's intimate correspondence. Vargas Llosa does this with elan and insight not unexpected from one of the world's most accomplished novelists...
...relationship between Flaubert and Emma Bovary emerges as a passionate substitute for real life. "The one way of tolerating existence," he wrote, "is to lose oneself in literature as in a perpetual orgy." In turn, Vargas Llosa pulls off a great escape by transforming criticism into a sensual romp. It is a delightful experience, for it is not often that an international man of letters admits to preferring pornography to science fiction and sentimental stories to horror tales. Perhaps even more daring is his avowal of old-fashioned formalism, of books "that are rigorously and symmetrically constructed, with a definite...