A Simple Heart
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"A Simple Heart" : "A Simple Heart" is Gustave Flaubert's first short story published in the book Three Tales, published in 1877.
The story of "A Simple Heart" is simply the story of an obscure life, that of a poor country girl, devout but mystical, devoted without exaltation and tender as fresh bread.
She loves successively a man, the children of her mistress, a nephew, an old man whom she cares for and then her parrot; when the parrot is dead, she has it stuffed and, dying in turn, she confuses the parrot with the Holy Spirit.
"This is by no means ironic as you suppose, but on the contrary, very serious and very sad. I want to pity and make sensitive souls cry, by being one myself." Gustave Flaubert.
Gustave Flaubert
Gustave Flaubert (1821–1880) was a French novelist who was best known for exploring realism in his work. Hailing from an upper-class family, Flaubert was exposed to literature at an early age. He received a formal education at Lycée Pierre-Corneille, before venturing to Paris to study law. A serious illness forced him to change his career path, reigniting his passion for writing. He completed his first novella, November, in 1842, launching a decade-spanning career. His most notable work, Madame Bovary was published in 1856 and is considered a literary masterpiece.
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- Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5A simple story about an ordinary woman. It made me cry...
- Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5I enjoyed this portrait of an early 19th century maid in rural France. It depicts in a detailed and sympathetic way the emotional life of a woman who is fundamentally unsophisticated, but has deep feelings for the children of her mistress, for her nephew, and finally for a parrot. It could be viewed as patronizing, but I think Flaubert was sincere in his attempt to get inside the head of someone who lives their life in an emotional rather than intellectual world.
- Rating: 1 out of 5 stars1/5SPOILER ALERT! Geez, a bit depressing. A servant woman who has no love in her life except for a parrot (who dies). Excuse me while I go slit my wrists.
- Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The importance of this novella — also known as "A Simple Heart" and "Un Coeur simple" — was revived by Julian Barnes' 1984 book Flaubert's Parrot, which is the source of my interest in reading it. In an 1876 letter to a friend, Flaubert writes:Do you know what I've had on my table in front of me for the last three weeks? A stuffed parrot. It sits there on sentry duty. The sight of it is beginning to irritate me. But I keep it there so that I can fill my head with the idea of parrothood. Because at the moment I'm writing about the love between an old girl and a parrot.The "old girl" in question is Félicité, a young servant girl, who gains employment in the household of Madame Aubain: For a hundred francs a year, she cooked and did the housework, washed, ironed, mended, harnessed the horse, fattened the poultry, made the butter and remained faithful to her mistress—although the latter was by no means an agreeable person.At some point the household acquired a hand-me-down parrot, whose novelty wore thin after a while, and it ended up belonging to Félicité. Eventually the parrot died and Félicité had him stuffed.In church she had noticed that something about the parrot resembled the Holy Spirit. And she had acquired a picture of Jesus' baptism where the resemblance was even more marked. She hung this picture, before which she acquired the habit of praying, in her room, and over the years the parrot became in her mind an actual representation of the Holy Spirit. As an old woman on her death bed, deaf and almost blind: The beats of her heart grew fainter and fainter, and vaguer, like a fountain giving out, like an echo dying away; and when she exhaled her last breath, she thought she saw in the half-opened heavens a gigantic parrot hovering above her head.Many questions arise regarding these stories. Was Flaubert mocking religion in his usual way? Was he laughing at poor simple Félicité, or Julian for that matter? The mockery is apparent in the first story about Death. But it was written decades before and really bears little in common with the latter two stories. We know from Flaubert's correspondence with George Sand that he wrote A Simple Soul in response to a challenge from her to write something positive and sympathetic. She had complained that his books were too filled with pessimism and desolation. He was in the process of writing A Simple Soul when George Sand died, so she never actually read it. But Flaubert pushed on and finished it. Here is what he had to say about his own motivation:A "Simple Heart" is just the account of an obscure life, that of Félicité a poor country girl, pious but mystical, quietly devoted, and as tender as fresh bread. She loves successively a man, her mistress, her mistress' children, a nephew, an old man she is taking care of, then her parrot. When the parrot dies she has him stuffed, and when she herself is dying, she confuses the parrot with the Holy Ghost. It's not at all ironic, as you suppose, but on the contrary, very serious and very sad. I want to arouse people's pity, to make sensitive souls weep, since I am one myself.It would seem to me that this story and Flaubert's comment should be taken at face value. While equating the parrot with the Holy Spirit may seem blasphemous to some, one cannot discount the archetypal significance that the apotheosized parrot provided for Félicité in the waning days of her life.
- Rating: 2 out of 5 stars2/5A novella. Somewhat charming, but overall not that good.
- Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5I'd been meaning to read this one for some time, and it was perfect for what it is. It is beautifully written, and the characters feel frustratingly real. At the same time, I wanted to know more about what was going on in Felicite's head, and more about How she was the way she was. If I had, I feel as if I might have gotten more lost in the story. As is, it engaged me and interested me, but didn't drive home much emotion in any sense. For the most part, with the exception of LouLou, I feel as if this one wasn't particularly memorable. Still, it was an interesting story, and a nice way to pass a relaxing unstressed morning.
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A Simple Heart - Gustave Flaubert
A Simple Heart
I
For half a century, the middle-class women of Pont-l'Évêque envied Mrs. Aubain her maid Félicité.
For only a hundred francs a year, she cooked and cleaned, sewed, washed, ironed, bridled a horse, fattened poultry, beat butter and above all remained faithful to her mistress, though this latter was not a kind person.
The woman had married a handsome man of no means, who died at the beginning of 1809, leaving her with two very young children and a great deal of debt. So she sold her buildings, except for the farm of Toucques and the farm of Geffosses, whose rents amounted to 5000 francs at most, and she left her house of Saint-Melaine to live in another less expensive one, which had belonged to her ancestors and was located behind the Halles.
This house, with its slate roof, was located between a passage and an alley leading to the river. Inside, it had differences in level that made one stumble. A small hallway separated the kitchen from the room where Mrs. Aubain sat all day long in a straw armchair near the window. Eight mahogany chairs lined up against the white-painted wainscoting. An old piano supported, under a barometer, a pyramidal heap of boxes and cartons. Two tapestry armchairs flanked the yellow marble fireplace in the Louis XV style. In the middle, the clock represented a Vesta Temple, and the whole apartment smelled a little musty, for the floor was lower than the garden.
––––––––
On the second floor, there was first the very large Madame's
room, covered with a pale floral paper, and containing the portrait of Monsieur
in muscadine costume. It communicated with a smaller room, where one could see two children's beds, without mattresses. Then, there was the living room, which was always closed and filled with furniture covered with a sheet. After that a corridor led to a study; books and paperwork lined the shelves of a bookcase surrounding on three sides a large black wooden desk; the two back panels were hidden beneath some pen-and-ink drawings, gouache landscapes and engravings by Audran, reminders of a better time and of a vanished luxury. On the third floor, a skylight illuminated Félicité's room, with a view of the meadows.
She would get up at dawn so as not to miss the mass and work until evening with no breaks. Once dinner was over, the dishes were in order and the door was closed, she would put the firewood under the ashes and fall asleep in front of the hearth with her rosary in her hand. In haggling, no one was more stubborn. As for cleanliness, her polished pots and pans made the other maids dispirited. She was thrifty, ate slowly and collected the crumbs of her bread with her finger on the table—a twelve-pound loaf of bread, baked especially for her and lasted twenty days.
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All year round, she wore an Indian scarf fastened in the back by a pin, a bonnet covering her hair, grey stockings, a red petticoat and over her camisole an apron with a bib, like the hospital nurses.
She had a thin face and a high-pitched voice. At the age of twenty-five, she looked about forty. By fifty, she no longer marked any age, and always silent, with a straight waist and measured gestures, she seemed a wooden woman, functioning in an automatic way.
II
Like any other person, she had had her love story.
Her mason father had fallen off a scaffold and died. After her mother died and her sisters were dispersed, a farmer hired her to herd cows in the countryside. She shivered in rags, drank water from ponds on her stomach, was beaten for nothing and was eventually chased away for a theft of thirty sols, which she had not committed. She moved to another farm and became a farm girl, and since the bosses were satisfied with her, her co-workers became jealous of her.
One August evening (She was then eighteen), they took her to Colleville Assembly. She was instantly stunned, amazed by the noise of the minstrels, the lights in the trees, the colorful costumes, the lace, the golden crosses and the huge number of people jumping up and down simultaneously. She stood aside modestly until a young man of a well-to-do appearance who smoked his pipe with both elbows on the tiller of a sled came to invite her to dancing. He offered her cider, coffee, cake and a scarf; imagining that she had known him, he offered to drive her home. At the edge of an oat field, he knocked her down roughly. She was frightened and started to scream; he moved away.
Another evening, on the Beaumont road, she was trying to outpace a large, slow-moving hay wagon, and as she brushed past the wheels, she recognized Theodore.
With a calm air, he approached her, saying that everything should be forgiven, since it was the fault of the drink
.
She had no answer and was tempted to run away.
He immediately spoke about the crops and the village's notables, for his father had left Colleville for the Ecots farm, so they were now neighbors.
- Oh! she said.
He added that they wanted to make him settle down. Anyway, he was not in a hurry and was waiting for a suitable lady. She lowered her head, and he asked her if she was thinking about it. She said, smiling, that it was wrong to make fun of her.
- Not at all, I swear!
His left arm went around her waist; she walked supported by his embrace, and they slowed down. The wind was soft, the stars were shining, the huge cart of hay swayed before them and the four horses, dragging their steps, kicked up dust. Then, with no warning, they turned to the right. He kissed her again, and she disappeared into the shade.
In the following week, Theodore was able to arrange a meeting with her.
They met at the back of the courtyards, behind a wall, under an isolated tree. She was not innocent like young ladies,—animals had taught her—but reason and the instinct of honor prevented her from failing. Her reluctance exasperated Theodore's love, so that to satiate his desire (or perhaps naively), he proposed to marry her. She hesitated to believe him, but he made great oaths.
Shortly afterwards, he confessed something rather unfortunate: his parents, a year before, had bought him a man, yet the latter didn't stay for more than one day and went back home, as the idea of being a servant frightened him. This cowardice was for Félicité a proof of tenderness, so hers redoubled. She would escape at night, and when she reached the appointment, Théodore would torture her with his worries and his entreaties.
At last, he announced that he would go himself to the prefecture to obtain information, and would bring it next Sunday, between eleven and midnight.
The time arrived, and she rushed towards the lover.
Instead, she found one of his friends.
He told her that she was never to see him again. Theodore had married a very rich old woman, Mrs. Lehoussais, from Toucques, to protect himself from military draft.
The sorrow was quite disordered, so she threw herself on the ground, screamed, called upon the Good Lord and moaned all by herself in the countryside until the sun rose. She returned to the farm and announced her intention to leave. At the end of the month, having received her accounts, she put all her luggage in a handkerchief and went to Pont-l'Évêque.
Outside the inn, she asked a lady in a widow's cap, who was looking for a cook. The girl did not know much, but seemed to have such a good will and so few demands that Mrs. Aubain ended up saying:
- Well, I accept you!
Fifteen minutes later, Félicité was sitting at home.
At first, she lived there in a state of uncertainty, caused by the kind of house
and the memory of Monsieur
, hovering over everything! Paul and Virginia, the former seven years old and the latter barely four, were like a precious material to her; she carried them on her back like a horse, and Mrs. Aubain forbade her to kiss them every minute, which mortified her. Still, she felt happy, for the warmth of the environment had dissipated her sadness.
There were regular visitors every Thursday for a game of Boston. Félicité prepared the cards and the heaters in advance. They arrived at eight o'clock and left before eleven o'clock.
Every Monday morning, the junk dealer who lived below the alley would display his scrap metal on the ground. The city was then filled with a buzz of voices, where the neighing of horses, the bleating of lambs and the grunting of pigs mingled with the sharp noise of the carts in the street. Towards noon, at the climax of the market, an old peasant of high stature with his cap pulled back and his nose hooked appeared on the threshold. He was Robelin, the farmer of Geffosses. Shortly afterward, there appeared Liébard, the farmer of Toucques, a short, red and obese man, wearing a gray jacket and gaiter armed with spurs.
Both offered their master hens or cheese. Félicité invariably foiled their tricks, and they went away, with great respect for her.
At some unknown times, the marquis of Gremanville, one of Mrs. Aubain's uncles, who had been ruined