All posts tagged: Madame Bovary

The Story of the Man Behind the Flowers (Finally!)

About a week and a half ago, I woke up at 5:00am and found myself consumed—oddly enough—by both terror and hope.  Why?  Well, naturally, I blame Match.com.  Two weeks ago, I received a message from a man who, at 13 years my senior, lie just beyond the realm of my “Kat, be sensible about older men!” resolution, and, to make matters worse, he mentioned that he was reading Madame Bovary. (A note for those of you who don’t know me personally: older men have been my downfall since my senior year of college, and possibly even before then.  Despite my online persona, I’ve always been rather mature for my age, hence my complete and utter disinterest in boys who might, you know, actually understand my wanderlust, my post-college soul-searching or the fact that buying a house is the furthest thing from my mind right now.  But I don’t care, because boys my age are stupid.  And they have cooties.) So the Bovary Reading Bachelor and I exchanged emails, then phone numbers and before I knew …

Writing Wednesday: A Day in the Life

Yesterday, I completed my first interview, by which I mean my first interview in which I was the interviewee and not the interviewer.  Despite the relative anonymity of the correspondent in question (a friend of a friend who’s writing a blog about writing), the experience was rather surreal.  I found myself saying things like, “I can squeeze you in at 12:30 before my date at 1:00,” and “I’m going to have to put you on hold for just a sec while I order my drink.”  (It was a phone interview, I was at Starbucks and thanks to my late-night date night on Monday, I was in desperate need of caffeine). When did I become that person? The entire experience got me thinking: what advice would I give to would-be writers?  And what does a typical day look like for a freelancer? “I’m extremely blessed,” I explained.  “I teach part time and I write part time and I make just enough to make ends meet.  Most people don’t have that luxury!” And it is luxurious… sometimes.  …

And Just Like That…

Evidently I was further along in “Madame Bovary” than I’d realized because on Saturday morning, I poured myself a cup of tea, dragged my favorite blanket to the couch in the living room and had barely a chance to curl my feet underneath me before (spoiler alert!) she was dead, he was dead, and Flaubert’s tragic tale came to its inevitable conclusion. What I’d assumed to be another hundred pages of text was actually just biographical notes and critical commentary (some of which, I’m proud to report, I actually read before rousing myself to go to the gym). After returning from the gym, I took a shower, threw my laundry into the dryer and settled down with my next victim: “The Science of Single: One Woman’s Grand Experiment in Modern Dating, Creating Chemistry and Finding Love” by Rachel Machacek. As the title would suggest, this was a book right up my alley—so far up my alley, in fact, that I wish I’d heard of it before I started my Great Date Experiment.  (Despite having spent …

A Book A Week, Until Bovary

I began this year with the intention of reading a book a week for the entirety of 2011.  I was doing quite well until I decided to tackle “Madame Bovary” by Gustave Flaubert.  It’s not that I don’t like “Madame Bovary;” I do, very much so, but the language is so archaic that it takes me a while to get into the “zone” each time I pick up where I left off, especially when I’m reading on the bus. I’m reminded, in my struggle, of the time I decided to start jogging every day.  I did just fine, for three whole days, until it rained.  I’m afraid that Madame Bovary is going to be my rain—and the downfall of my edification process— if I don’t get my act together this weekend. Of course, my previous picks haven’t been all the edifying.  I began the year with Chelsea Handler’s “Chelsea, Chelsea, Bang, Bang.”  As you might gather from the title, this wasn’t particularly high brow.  In fact, it comprised mainly practical jokes (which were rather cruel) …