Report “Educatia sentimentala”. Your name. Email. Reason. -Select Reason-, Pornographic, Defamatory, Illegal/Unlawful, Spam, Other Terms Of Service. Buy EDUCATIA SENTIMENTALA BPT by GUSTAVE FLAUBERT (ISBN: ) from Amazon’s Book Store. Everyday low prices and free delivery on. Educatia sentimentala Flaubert. 2 likes. Book. Educatia sentimentala Flaubert. Book. 2 people like this topic. Want to like this Page? Sign up for Facebook to.
|Published (Last):||10 December 2005|
|PDF File Size:||14.4 Mb|
|ePub File Size:||7.88 Mb|
|Price:||Free* [*Free Regsitration Required]|
Goodreads helps you keep track of books you want to read. Want to Read saving…. Want to Read Currently Reading Read.
Flaubert • 2. Educația sentimentală. Trei povestiri. Ispitirea sfântului Anton
Refresh and try again. Open Preview See a Problem? Thanks for telling us about the problem. Return to Book Page. Preview — Educatia sentimentala by Gustave Flaubert. Educatia sentimentala by Gustave Flaubert. Sotul nu-l vede niciodata ca pe un rival, si nici nu are de ce. Sotia e femeia perfecta, sotul e burghezul adevarat, lipsit de scrupule. HardcoverBiblioteca pentru totipages. Published July 1st by Litera first published April 15th To see what your friends thought of this book, please sign up.
To ask other sentimnetala questions about Educatia sentimentalaplease sign up. You like Women who are older than you? Because they know what men loves,and are giving ssntimentala you as much you give yourself to her. The older Ladies know all that-that’s experience.
Because of that ,I would rather choose a hot 34 year old Woman than the teenage girl with the age of See 1 question about Educatia sentimentala…. Lists with This Book. This book is sentimenttala yet featured on Listopia.
Flaubert • 2. Educația sentimentală. Trei povestiri. Ispitirea sfântului Anton by Gustave Flaubert
Publicado no VI em: View all 12 comments. View all 9 comments. This is a book about failure, setnimentala and simple. And maybe this is what our lives end up being when it is all said and done, but I can’t help but find my taste in fiction not that of realism genre. So why was this book just “okay” for me, well it has sducatia do with the characters, all xentimentala which serve little to no purpose whatsoever, and none of them possess much in the aspect of redeeming value.
This is probably what Flaubert and realism where all about, but the funny thing about this is how detached This is a book about failure, plain and simple. This is probably what Flaubert and realism where all about, but the funny thing about this is how detached and unmoved I felt from Fredric as he gallivanted around acting like a pathetic child after a woman that from the start never shows any interest in him.
From a realistic point of view, I found all of the characters deplorable and dull. I actually found this book to be slightly existential in the theme of the educatis we all face when we realize that our anticipations are always more pure than what actually occurs educatka I imagine this is just my imagination kicking into high gear.
Anyways, for the cynic, this book is fantastic and don’t get me wrong, Flaubert has a talent for the written word no qualms with his prose but the story is driven more by process than by plot and this, in the end, made the books simply okay. Ao longo da leitura sente-se uma aura ‘Bovary’. O que queria Flaubert dizer ao leitor? Cai o pano, acaba o freakshow. Those 19th century authors discussing women as if they were machines, switched on solely in the presence of their male overlords.
And being bland, young, and entitled gets him all the girls, to the point that they bear his children, stalk him, and trust him with their innermost secrets: She was becoming quite an old woman. Flaubert and his Orientalist obsession. The story and the characters are painfully commonplace. This book and many other similar ones dealing with middle-class young white men does capture some particular moments and attitudes in the history of society, but so do letters, memoirs, and diaries.
The only person I felt compassion towards was an unnamed baby. They went to see it once a week. This book is not at all about what it claims to be about or what it’s purported to be about. But really, this is a story of the French Revolution, in which women are commodities of the aristocratic world in which Frederic Moreau operates. He doesn’t really love any of the four women with whom he is involved. The scenes between Frederic and Madame Arnoux are melodramatic and disingenuous, just like This book is not at all about what it claims to be about or what it’s purported to be about.
The scenes between Frederic and Madame Arnoux are melodramatic and disingenuous, just like the scenes between Frederic and his other mistresses. Here’s a good quote that sums up how women are regarded in this text: The treatment of women aside, this is just not a well-written book. The characters are ambiguous, the descriptions overly long and only occasionally transportive, and the narrative jumps temporally in the space of a sentence with no notice or warning. The reader is left to infer that much time has passed.
So, not a favorite. I’ve read it, and I won’t be going back for more. A disappointment from Flaubert. It was probably not something I would’ve continued if the book hadn’t been for school. Flaubert is a masterful author, I will give him that because isn’t that what you’re kind of supposed to say?
Like if you study comparative litterature like I do then you almost ‘need’ to like authors like Flaubert.
Well I really don’t find Flaubert interesting. I will acknowledge that the man know what he’s doing and I can see why people like him but I just always think that the pace in his books is too slow and sometimes I don’t know what the hell is happening.
He doesn’t always make it clear who’s speaking and by calling people by their titles he also makes me confused. Do I think all this is on purpose and there probably is some brilliant point to it? But damn does it have to move at such a slow pace all the time?
Absolutely nothing really happens on those freaking eduactia. Or rather a lot happens but it’s so underplayed by a stupid main character. Let’s talk about the main character – he’s kind of like a male Bovary in the way that whatever he gets grows tired of. Only one woman has him forever in her power and do you know why I think she has that? Because he never actually gets her. He grows tired of the women he actually gets which also makes him a bit of a bastard especially when he’s living that double life where he needs to marry Madame Dambreuse but is also promised to Louise AND at the same time he has a freaking kid with Rosetta.
Like sentimetnala the freaking fuck is that even possible? Is Paris really that big or are the women really that stupid? No one finds it odd that he’s lying to them all them time?
Educatia sentimentala by Gustave Flaubert (2 star ratings)
No because he apparently has so much charm that all sentimsntala girls want him even when they realise that he’s lying his ass off. Madame Arnoux is actually the only semtimentala woman. I was actually laughing when he ruined all his affairs right after each other and I especially liked that Louise married Deslauriers so she wasn’t waiting forever for Frederic and then in the end ran off with someone entirely different because Deslauriers was also a complete bastard.
Anyone; Fans of Realism. The more choices you have, the harder it gets to choose. This quirk of retail commerce is never more vivid than when shopping for cold medicine. Such paralysis in people applies as well to more personal decisions, and what a story that might make.
A middle-class young man in search of a companion in ‘s Paris would have trouble finding even one suitable m What a paradox: A middle-class young man in search of a companion in ‘s Paris would have trouble finding even one suitable match. The prose is good — make no mistake. Flaubert reaches with skill for the right word, and his talent shows right through to the English translation.
Having launched eductia in literature with the saucy Madame BovaryEducaita in this book develops it further.
With that element realism mixes poorly. No reward awaits readers in educati form of a decision made or a step taken. Flaubert intended this as an instance of realism, a reflection of what often happens in real life. The story hangs fire, ultimately ending in a sigh, not a bang.
The lack of anything else to take up the slack becomes telling as the plot unreels. Nothing significant happens over a decade. The plot drifts, admitting of no suspense, building up to no climax. With heavy realism suffusing its pages, the book, at pages, is too long. The author detaches himself, making no attempt to guide the reader and allowing the story to tell itself.
Yet his detachment goes too far. In particular, it’s often impossible to figure out just what feelings the characters harbor toward one another.
It’s not even clear why some of the characters are there in the first place. Besides that, not one character has any special intelligence or talent. The book is an introspection upon ordinary lives — there lies its value.