The Bovarys' house in Tostes and its garden are described in
detail, with a bridle hanging by the door, badly hung canary-yellow wallpaper
and the smells of the kitchen and noises of the consulting room mingling through
the walls. In Charles's consulting room medical dictionaries stand "uncut,
but the binding rather worse for the successive sales through which they had
gone" (Part 1, Chapter 5), and in the garden "Right at the bottom,
under the spruce bushes, was a curÄ— in
plaster reading his breviary." Even the outbuildings are included: "Then, opening on the yard, where the stable was, came a large
dilapidated room with a stove, now used as wood-house, cellar, and pantry, full
of old rubbish, of empty casks, agricultural implements past service, and a
mass of dusty things whose use it was impossible to guess." (Ibid.)
Some details seem to give a specific message: the uncut,
second-hand medical volumes indicate Charles's lack of ambition, while religion
in the form of a plaster-priest has been banished to the bottom of the garden.
The untidy outhouses, which are never mentioned again in the novel, reflect the
general nature of the inhabitants: cluttered with random items from the past,
piling up inside. Emma fills her head with romantic imaginings from fiction and
religion, Charles is easily persuaded to accept others' opinions and follow
their advice. The "mass of dusty things" can also be read as an
indication of trouble: the respectable house of the country doctor harbours
chaos inside. The description of the house opening chapter 5 is technically
similar to Charles's cap at the beginning of the novel: there is so much
material detail that you are pretty much forced to read meaning into it.
Charles is besotted with his new
wife: "He was happy then, and without a care in the world. A meal
together, a walk in the evening on the high road, a gesture of her hands over
her hair, the sight of her straw hat hanging from the window-fastener, and many
another thing in which Charles had never dreamed of pleasure, now made up the
endless round of his happiness." (Part 1, Chapter 5) Charles's sense of
portly contentment is very well written: "his heart full of the joys of the
past night, his mind at rest, his flesh at ease, he went on, re-chewing his
happiness, like those who after dinner taste again the truffles which they are
digesting." (Ibid.) Charles is
not only in love, he is also enjoying the physical side of his marriage.
"For him the universe did not extend beyond the circumference of her
petticoat." (Ibid.) His whole
world is lodged within Emma's undergarments.
Emma's feelings are more complicated; "Before marriage
she thought herself in love; but the happiness that should have followed not
having come, she must, she thought, have been mistaken." (Ibid.) With this
little sentence Flaubert opens a whole chasm of writhing serpents; it has all
been a horrible mistake, and Charles's happiness just established in the
narrative with such glowing terms is doomed. How could Emma have been so
mistaken and so fundamentally misunderstood her own feelings?
Let's blame convent schooling and romantic fiction. In a
couple pages Flaubert traces a sentimental education that turned a girl with a
vivid imagination into an air-head full of romantic and esoteric nonsense. Emma
enters the convent at thirteen and is soon lost in the perfumed folds of its
spiritual world. She is drawn to dramatic images of the Catholic faith: "she loved the sick lamb, the sacred heart
pierced with sharp arrows, or the poor Jesus sinking beneath the cross he
carries." (Part 1, Chapter 6) She tries to take part: mortify her flesh by
not eating for a whole day, "find some wow to fulfill," invent
"little sins" to confess. Unsurprisingly, sexual and romantic notions
embedded in the religion affect the mind of the adolescent girl: "The
comparisons of betrothed, husband, celestial lover, and eternal marriage, that recur
in sermons, stirred within her soul depths of unexpected sweetness." (Ibid.)
The narrative sums up Emma's nature: "She loved the sea
only for the sake of its storms, and the green fields only when broken up by
ruins. She wanted to get some personal profit out of things, and she rejected
as useless all that did not contribute to the immediate desires of her heart,
being of a temperament more sentimental than artistic, looking for emotions,
not landscapes." (Part 1, Chapter 6). She is a seeker of sensations. She
longs to have her blood stirred and her skin tingled.
And there is nothing better than sensational fiction to
offer that thrill. At the convent, every week there is a visit
from a woman with a romantic past and apron pockets bursting with romantic
novels. She is a member of "an ancient family of noblemen ruined by the
Revolution" who comes to mend the linen. Flaubert gives a brilliant
summary of the kinds of novels this lady "swallowed" herself and lent
to the girls in the convent:
"They were all love, lovers, sweethearts, persecuted
ladies fainting in lonely pavilions, postilions killed at every stage, horses
ridden to death on every page, sombre forests, heartaches, vows, sobs, tears
and kisses, little skiffs by moonlight, nightingales in shady groves,
'gentlemen' brave as lions, gentle as lambs, virtuous as no one ever was,
always well dressed, and weeping like fountains. For six months then, Emma, at
fifteen years of age, made her hands dirty with books from old lending libraries."
(Part 1, Chapter 6)
This was the stuff that filled Emma's head: a high dosage of
sensational romance and mystery. This world of fiction filtered into real life
in "keepsakes" her friends brought back from their holidays. These
little tokens of friendship are signed by counts or viscounts, and illustrated
with a hotchpotch of exotic and romantic images of English ladies, kissing
doves and Sultans. Flaubert is having fun here, too: they tend to contain
"especially, pale landscapes of dithyrambic lands, that often show us at
once palm-trees and firs, tigers on the right, a lion to the left, Tartar
minarets on the horizon; the whole framed by a neat virgin forest, and with a
great perpendicular sunbeam trembling in the water, where, standing out as if etched
in white on steel-grey ground, swans are swimming about." (Ibid.)
Emma looks at "these pictures of the world" with
"dazzled eyes." This is her
education. Emma's mother dies. She cries a
little and quickly wearies of mourning for her. The nuns realize that she was
"slipping from them," and Emma returns home with her father. Very
soon she gets tired with the life on the farm and even longs for the convent.
Now it makes more sense why she married Charles and why she
feels so let down after their marriage: "the uneasiness of her new
position, or perhaps the disturbance caused by the presence of this man, had
sufficed to make her believe that she at last felt the wondrous passion which,
till then, like a great bird with rose-coloured wings, hung in the splendour of
the skies of poesy; and now she could not think that the calm in which she
lived was the happiness she had dreamed." (Part 1, Chapter 6)
Emma tries hard to make the marriage work for her: "in
accord with theories she believed right, she wanted to make herself in love
with him. By moonlight in the garden she recited all the passionate rhymes she
knew by heart, and, sighing, sang to him many melancholy adagios; but she found herself as calm after this as before, and
Charles seemed no more amorous and no more moved." (Part 1, Chapter 7).
Emma is not only romantically but also sexually frustrated:
"she persuaded herself without difficulty that Charles's passion was
nothing very exorbitant. His outbursts
became regular; he embraced her at certain fixed times. It was one habit among
other habits, and, like a dessert, looked forward to after the monotony of
dinner." (Ibid.)
The Bovarys do not click as a
couple. Neither is to blame, it seems; the narrator is equally unsympathetic
towards both. "But as the intimacy of their life became deeper, the
greater became the gulf that separated her from him." (Ibid.) Feeling "undefinable
uneasiness" (Part 1, Chapter 7), unable to confide in anyone, Emma goes
for a walk with her greyhound. The dog Djali links her real life to her
romantic notions: greyhounds were featured in the "keepsakes." (see
quote above). Slowly her swirling thoughts galvanize into one question:
"Why did I marry him?" (Ibid.)
Why indeed?
The Marquis's ball brings on a
crisis. It gives Emma a glimpse into the fashionable world of the aristocracy: young
ladies pass surreptitious notes to well-dressed gentlemen; servants break
window panes to let fresh air into the heated rooms; peasants stand outside
gazing in at the wonderment of the frolicking rich. (Part 1, Chapter 8). While
Emma waltzes in the arms of a viscount, Charles stands by the cards table for
five hours solid because Emma has forbidden him to dance, and finally he falls
asleep propped up against a door (Part 1, Chapter 8). The narrative is constructed
very cleverly from Emma's point of view. We see the ball through her eyes, and
we observe her reactions. Not once do we hear her thoughts, but it is clear
from her actions how she feels and what she is thinking (her admiration of the
gentlefolk, her embarrassment with Charles).
Afterwards, Emma's mind lingers on
the ball, she counts days from it. Her memory of the waltzing viscount mixes
with her reading of fiction: "the memory of the viscount always returned
when she read." (Part 1, Chapter 9) She dreams of Paris and gets a map of
the city to trace imaginary walks in its streets. Dreams and reality are
beginning to overlap in Emma's life. Emma grows listless, she loses interest. "She
wished at the same time to die and live in Paris." (Part 1, Chapter 9) She
is in limbo: "the same series of days recommenced. So now they would thus
follow one another, always the same, innumerable, and bringing nothing. Other
lives, however flat, had at least the chance of some event. One adventure
sometimes brought with it infinite consequences, and the scene changed. But
nothing happened to her; God had willed it so! The future was a dark corridor,
with its door at the end shut fast." (Part 1, Chapter 9).
Flaubert describes Emma's incapacitating
boredom extremely well. We can feel her restless pain. "She lent her head
against the walls and to weep; she envied stirring lives; longed for masked
balls, for violent pleasures, with all the wildness that she did not know, but
that these must surely yield." (Ibid.).
The walls are caving in on Emma, she is desperate for some release, for
something to happen, even is she is not quite sure what it is. Her life has
become unbearable. Whether we think her capricious and selfish (which she undoubtedly
is), we feel what she feels. We have all been there in our own lives; the same
strong emotions are in every toddler who throws a temper-tantrum. This is not
to belittle Emma's predicament but to argue that is very human, something most of us are familiar with.
At the trial for Madame Bovary it was argued that the
novel showed the unhappiness and social mayhem that would be caused if women
were educated beyond their station: a country doctor's wife with a head full of
romantic nonsense about aristocratic lovers and a fashionable life was a
disaster waiting to happen.
Even if we judge Emma's romantic
longings silly and unrealistic, we still recognize her "undefinable
uneasiness" as a legitimate and plausible reaction to being trapped in a
deeply unsatisfying marriage, no matter how sweet we think Charles is. Emma
entered the marriage with the best of intentions and she made an effort to make
it work. But it is clear now that Emma will pay dearly for her mistake. The
Marquis's ball creates "a hole in her life, like one of those great
crevasses that a storm will sometimes make in one night in mountains."
(Part 1, Chapter 8). Part 1 of Madame
Bovary is a big build up and the story is primed for disaster.