M A Y

AND WARHOL WAS A HOARDER- Claudia Kalb

MADAME BOVARY- Gustave Flaubert

FATHERS AND SONS- Ivan Turgenev

I was a bit behind this month. I usually read more when I travel, but this time it doesn't seem to have helped. There's always a weird tension between the 'I have to see everything and can't do anything but focus on the place I am' and the hours spent in pretty mindless transit, which are perfect reading time. And this time, there was family thrown into the mix, which of course takes even more mental/emotional energy than friends. 

Madame Bovary was by far my favorite of the books I read this month. Fathers and Sons was probably at least as relevant, at least to my upbringing, but Madame Bovary was so beautifully and gently done. I'm standing by gentle. I think Flaubert writes her with respect and affection, even if it could be read like a straight up morality play. She does indeed make horrible decisions, but I feel like this is one of the earliest books I've read that gives a woman the kind of inner turmoil and external circumstances that would create even a little sympathy for a serial adulterer. 

The American Cemetery at Normandy, a few days after Memorial Day. 

The American Cemetery at Normandy, a few days after Memorial Day.