In lieu of real girlfriends here in India, I have been watching the tv series girls over and over. Yesterday, watching an episode one pep talking about the starving artist thing: "Flaubert did it, Elvis did it, mick jagger did it." I wondered with the vague sense that I should know, who is Flaubert?
Later on at home, Ali had laid out all the books from the house on a coffee table. Our library! He said proudly. I picked up a leather bound book and opened it up. And what did I find?
Madame Bovary, by Flaubert: an answer from the universe.