Julian Barnes astounds. Just what sort of book is this, anyway? A literary biography of 19th century French novelist, radical, and intellectual impresario Gustave Flaubert? A meditation on the uses and misuses of language? A novel of obsession, denial, irritation, and underhanded connivery? A thriller complete with disguises, sleuthing, mysterious meetings, and unknowing targets? An extended essay on the nature of fiction itself?
On the surface, at first, "Flaubert's Parrot" is the tale of an elderly English doctor's search for some intriguing details of Gustave Flaubert's life. Geoffrey Braithwaite seems to be involved in an attempt to establish whether a particularly fine, lovely, and ancient stuffed parrot is in fact one originally ‚Äúborrowed by G. Flaubert from the Museum of Rouen and placed on his worktable during the writing of Un coeur simple, where it is called Loulou, the parrot of Felicite, the principal character of the tale.‚Äù
What begins as a droll and intriguing excursion into the minutiae of Flaubert‚Äôs life and intellect, along with an attempt to solve the small puzzle of the parrot ‚Äì or rather parrots, for there are two competing for the title of Gustave‚Äôs avian confrere ‚Äì soon devolves into something obscure and worrisome, the exploration of an arcane Braithwaite obsession that is perhaps even pathological. The first hint we have that all is not as it seems comes almost halfway into the book, when after a humorously cantankerous account of the inadequacies of literary critics, Braithwaite closes a chapter by saying, ‚ÄúNow do you understand why I hate critics? I could try and describe to you the expression in my eyes at this moment; but they are far too discoloured with rage.‚Äù
And so on. From that point on, things just get curiouser and curiouser, until they end in the most unexpected bang.
A passage from the book is perhaps the best way to describe the overall effect of this extraordinary story: ‚ÄúYou can define a net in one of two ways, depending on your point of view. Normally, you would say that it is a meshed instrument designed to catch fish. But you could, with no great injury to logic, reverse the image and define the net as a jocular lexicographer once did: he called it a collection of holes tied together with string.‚Äù
Julian Barnes demonstrates that it is possible to catch quite an interesting fish no matter how you define the net.
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