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The Bouilhet play will open the first part of November. Then in a month we shall see each other. I embrace you very warmly, dear master. XXI. TO GUSTAVE FLAUBERT, at Croisset Nohant, Monday evening, 1 October, 1866 Dear friend, Your letter was forwarded to me from Paris. It isn't lost. I think too much of them to let any be lost.
Beginning with Flaubert in his "Madame Bovary," and passing through the whole line of their studies in morbid anatomy, as the "Germinie Lacerteux" of the Goncourts, as the "Bel-Ami" of Maupassant, and as all the books of Zola, you have portraits as veracious as those of the Russians, or those of Defoe, whom, indeed, more than any other master, Zola has made me think of in his frankness.
The son of an eminent surgeon of Rouen, Gustave Flaubert may have acquired from his father something of that scientific precision of observation and that cutting accuracy of expression, by which he gained his place at the head of modern French realism and won the discipleship of the Goncourts, Daudet, Zola, and Maupassant and the applause of such connoisseurs of technique as Walter Pater and Henry James.
There were a lot of people there. Berton and his son were recalled twice. CLIX. TO GUSTAVE FLAUBERT Nohant, 3 April, 1870 After that Lolo had violent attacks of fever, other terrors! At last our savior went off this morning leaving us almost tranquil and our invalids went out to walk in the garden for the first time.
Kendricks agreed with him, but wished to add the name of Flaubert as a master of style. "Style, you know," he added, "is the man." "Very true, sir; you are quite right, sir," the colonel assented; he wondered who Flaubert was. Beaton praised Baudelaire and Maupassant; he said these were the masters.
CCXCII. TO GUSTAVE FLAUBERT Thursday morning, 10th June, 1875 We are leaving, Lina and I, on Saturday morning, and up to then we shall be on the move. If you wanted to come to dine with us Friday at Magny's at six o'clock, at least we could say farewell. You should be free at nine o'clock, for we go to bed with the chickens in order to leave early the next day. What do you say?
A thousand affectionate greetings from your old troubadour who embraces you. Read as an example of modern fetidness, in the last number of the Vie Parisienne, the article on Marion Delorme. It ought to be framed, if, however, anything fetid can be framed. But nowadays people don't look so closely. CCLIV. TO GUSTAVE FLAUBERT Nohant, 23 March, 1873
His work is more joyous than Merimée's, if not so vigorous and compact, and his delight in it is less disguised. Even in the Cardinal sketches there is nothing that leaves an acrid after-taste, nothing corroding as there is not seldom in the stronger and sterner short stories of Maupassant. More than Maupassant or Flaubert or Merimée, is M. Halévy a Parisian.
Literature which ignores the fundamental moral principle of the freedom of the will, like the works of Flaubert, Maupassant, much of Zola, Loti, and Thomas Hardy, fails of beauty, inasmuch as it fails of the perfect reposeful harmony of human nature in its entirety.
Of him a French Romanticist still living says: "Imagination was espoused by Unremitting-Toil-in-Faith and bore Flaubert. France fed the child, but Art stepped in and gave him to the Nations as a Beacon for the worshippers of Truth-in-Letters-and-in-Life."
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