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  • A Simple Heart by Gustave Flaubert: Summary, Plot Analysis, Review

    A Simple Heart by Gustave Flaubert: Summary, Plot Analysis, Review

    In his simple but heart-wrenching short story A Simple Heart, Gustave Flaubert portrays a simple woman, with a big heart devoted to the service of her mistress for the majority of her life. The tale, simple on the surface, has deep messages for the reader inside

    A Simple Heart: Summary and Plot Analysis

    The story opens with an insight into the working life of Félicité, a maid employed by Madame Aubain, a not-so-easy-to-get-along-with widow.

    Her service to Madame Aubain and her two kids, a girl Virginie and a boy Paul, has been nothing short of exceptional. So much so, that people intend to steal her from Madame Aubain.

    The story moves to Félicité’s past where the reader comes to know of hardships in her past – being orphaned early on, working as a servant – being tortured and beaten, and in her youth, having her heart broken by a young man Théodore, who deserted her in favor of an older, wealthier woman.

    She finds employment with Madame Aubain shortly after.

    Simple, but endowed with a big kind heart, Félicité forms a series of deep attachments over her years of service.

    The first was her profound devotion for Virginie. She closely followed and imitated all her religious observances.

    She also grew fond of her nephew Victor, a sailor, facing hardships in Dunkirk, ultimately succumbing to yellow fever on his trip to Cuba. She had hardly coped with the devastating news that her beloved Virginie also started showing signs of terrible sickness.

    The sickness was followed by an early death and she was completely grief-stricken.

    She resigns to her mundane life; years pass one after the other until one day, Madame Aubain receives a parrot from a guest.

    cover of the short story titled 'a simple heart' written by Gustave Flaubert

    This parrot Loulou now becomes the center of Felicite’s world, who dedicates a significant chunk of her day looking after it, with the same devotion that she had felt for Virginie or Victor initially.

    Atlhough, a parrot, Loulou is nothing short of a son to Felicite. She talks to him doing her chores and  simply dotes on him. Upon Loulou’s death, she sends him off to the Taxidermist and continues to keep him alive in her heart.

    Quite a few lonely years pass by, interspersed with news of death of people she once knew. Madame Aubain dies and leaves her in possession of a small pension and her house.

    There are no interested parties, either to rent or purchase the house, and with passage of time, the condition of the house as well as her health continues to deteriorate.

    She donates the stuffed Loulou to the local church and dies shortly after, at a time when a church procession is underway.

    In her final moments she envisions a huge parrot hovering over her head, as the heavens part to receive her.

    A Simple Heart: Analysis and Review

    Gustave Flaubert has been called equal parts romantic and realist and it is plain as day from his portrayal of Felicite, her experiences and the world that she lives in.

    He does it so convincingly and with such striking details that you couldn’t help but see her world so vividly, as if you were there and everything was happening in front of your eyes.

    “For two nights Félicité never left the dead girl. She said the same prayers over and over again, sprinkled holy water on the sheets, then sat down again to watch. At the end of her first vigil, she noticed that the child’s face had gone yellow, the lips were turning blue, the nose looked sharper, and the eyes were sunken.

    She kissed them several times, and would not have been particularly surprised if Virginie had opened them again: to minds like hers the supernatural is a simple matter.

    She laid her out, wrapped her in a shroud, put her in her coffin, placed a wreath on her, and spread out her hair. It was fair and amazingly long for her age. Félicité cut off a big lock, half of which she slipped into her bosom, resolving never to part with it.”

    Felicite finds it hard to accept the death of her beloved Virginie, but in her mourning, never leaves her side. She displays the same dedication to her as before, with her big kind, yet simple heart.

    Her expectation on Virginie opening her eyes when she kissed them and taking a big lock of hers to always keep with her, is of childlike purity. Her simple heart is precisely that – Simple, gives everything it got, to everything she does.

    Her simplicity was such a profound message for me. I can’t say that it does not sound cliché, because it does, but to me it was Felicite saying in her humble way- ‘Give it everything you got’.

    “Mistress and servant embraced each other, uniting their grief in a kiss which made them equal.” Felicite has been a dedicated servant to the Aubain household for a number of years, and Felicite and Madame Aubain have just been that – mistress and a servant until the death of a beloved kid joins them together in a bond much stronger than that – a bond of love.

    Seeing this display of emotion from her mistress, her dedication is more amplified than ever – like that of a dog to its master.

    Jose N Harris, an American author, remarked in his book Mi Vida: “Tears shed for another person are a sign of a pure heart.” And drives home the purity of this simple heart.

    Flaubert has been known to be a perfectionist. Famously called by Walter Pater as ‘Martyr of Style’. He has been known for his relentless pursuit of ‘le mot juste’ (French for ‘the right word’).

    A Simple Heart will tell you why.

     

     

     

     

  • Exhalation by Ted Chiang: Summary, Plot Analysis, Review

    Exhalation by Ted Chiang: Summary, Plot Analysis, Review

    Exhalation is a short story written by Ted Chiang. It’s a short story from his collection titled “Exhalation: Stories”. It is a story about cyborgs who live on a different planet and use metal lungs to breathe everyday.

    ‘Will it be preferable to remain mute to prolong our ability to think, or to talk until the very end?’

    Exhalation is every bit mind boggling and overwhelming as his more famed piece Story of your Life (which also inspired a Hollywood movie called Arrival, starring Amy Adams and Jeremy Renner) if not more.

    This short story is a perfect blend of science and philosophy and has something to offer to avid readers of both philosophy and science.

    Exhalation: Summary and Plot Analysis

    The story is set on a planet inhabited by Cyborgs, who install mental lungs to breathe every day. Filling stations – where they replenish their air supply – also serve as the primary means for social conversations.

    They derive shared pleasure through this communal activity of replacing lungs. Just as lungs are passed between persons and districts, so are news and gossip.

    In one of those conversations, the protagonist, an unnamed scientist, gets to hear the rumor about turret clocks in their district to have sped up, chiming earlier than they were supposed to. He also got to hear about same news from nearby districts as well.

    Horologists investigated further but couldn’t find any imperfections in those turret clocks, which piqued his curiosity.

    Due to lack of available reference material to research this, the scientist takes it upon himself to solve the mystery. He decides to perform auto-dissection.

    He sets up a complex machinery, stocks up on additional lungs, creates a backup plan for rescue in case of a mishap.

    Through his deftly performed surgery, he begins to see the structure of his brain and eventually realizes that their memory was the pattern of air flow in their brains.

    He realizes that it was not the clocks that were fast but that the air flowing through every person’s brain was slow.

    Based on his understanding that they were simply converting air at high pressure to air at low leading to achievement of final albeit fatal state of equilibrium. Due to an increase in the background air pressure of the universe, thoughts were slowing down.

    The scientist’s findings spur a lot of debate in the community to an ultimate confirmations that they actually seemed true and that end to their world, as they knew it, was a certain thing.

    This understanding bestows upon our protagonist an appreciation for the life that he is living right now and he records this for the future explorers.

    Exhalation by Ted Chiang: Review and My thoughts

    This story will appeal to the scientist and the philosopher alike. However, scientifically you would see the messages worded, there are always some deep philosophical messages to take home.

    Consider for example, the scientists discovery of the truth that death is certain.

    “It will be the end of pressure, the end of motive power, the end of thought. The universe will have reached perfect equilibrium.”

    Perfect equilibrium and death are synonymous. It cannot get any more eye-opening than that. Ah Ted!

    Although the scientist does talk about the cyborgs and presents a very futuristic view, he does not do that without making them humane, cyborgs enjoying community time, loving to be social, Chiang asserts very humanely, through his writing that science fiction does not have to be dystopian.

    We all keep spare sets of full lungs in our homes, but when one is alone, the act of opening one’s chest and replacing one’s lungs can seem little better than a chore. In the company of others, however, it becomes a communal activity, a shared pleasure.

    And then there are observations made within the story that are as applicable to humans as to cyborgs. I am sure human meditation enthusiasts will attest to this understanding-

    Air is in fact the very medium of our thoughts. All that we are is a pattern of air flow.

    He does leave us with this gripping message, simple yet no less profound-

    “Though I am long dead as you read this, explorer, I offer to you a valediction. Contemplate the marvel that is existence, and rejoice that you are able to do so. I feel I have the right to tell you this because, as I am inscribing these words, I am doing the same.”

    You will find it extremely difficult not to be pulled into this universe so tastefully created by Chiang, that’s bound to leave you pondering, aching for more.

    In an interview to Manifold, Chiang defines hard science fiction as something that spurs an endless debate.

    Exhalation does just that.

  • The Lottery by Shirley Jackson: Summary, Plot Analysis and Review

    The Lottery by Shirley Jackson: Summary, Plot Analysis and Review

    The Lottery`is a short story written by Shirley Jackson who’s an American author. First published in the New Yorker in 1948, the story is about a strange game of lottery that’s practiced in a village.

    Touted as one of the most famous short stories in American literature and first published in New Yorker in 1948, this story’s journey was rocky in the beginning.

    It opened to a tremendous negative response by the audience. People felt hurt and it received a lot of hate mails. It  was even banned at some places.

    Wondering what so special about it?

    Let’s jump right in!

    The Lottery: Summary and Plot Analysis

    The story opens in a village square on a bright and beautiful summer day. The village is small with about 300 people and has the usual small place charm.

    Everyone knows everyone. Children running around, Wives catching up on the latest gossip and men surveying their children and talking about plantation and taxes before families start standing together in groups.

    The families have assembled for the annual lottery event. This event takes much longer in other towns but the small size of this town works to the villagers’ advantage. The event gets over in no more than two hours.

    Children, who have just gotten off school are running around with stones in their pockets, while some others arrange them in a pile on the ground.

    A man called Mr. Summers runs the lottery because he has a lot of time at his disposal for the village.

    He arrives in the square with the black box, followed by Mr. Graves, the postmaster. The black box is older than the oldest man in the village. Mr Warner attempts to get a new one but is thwarted in the name of tradition.

    Mr. Summers jumbles up the slips of papers in the box. Note that at this point the reader is unaware of the content in those paper slips.

    portrait of shirley jackson
    Shirley Jackson – the author of The Lottery

    Mr Summers and the postmaster made the paper slips the night before and locked it up in his coal company. As a prerequisite to the lottery, a list of families is made and members from each household are identified to be representing the family for the event.

    Mr Summers is sworn in, albeit without the customary salute or song that’s used to characterize such events in the past.

    A village woman Tessie Hutchinson joins the crowd late, visibly flustered having forgotten the day to be the lottery day. People joke about her late arrival in a playful manner.

    Mr Summers confirms with the crowd about everyone’s presence for the event and makes sure that there is someone to draw for every family.

    He then proceeds with a reminder about the lottery rules: he will read family names and the identified family heads will come and draw a slip of paper and no one is to look at their slips until every family has drawn.

    While people continue to draw slips of paper from Mr Summers’ box, Mr Adams and old man Warner strike up a conversation about some other village taking on the lottery tradition, mentioning that some wanted to discontinue it.

    Old man Warner ridicules the idea saying that it is as bad as going back to the caves and that it’s trouble and nothing else.

    Everyone has finished drawing papers and now the family heads open the papers. Word quickly travels that Bill Hutchinson has got it.

    Tessie starts complaining about the unfairness of the draw considering that her husband got very little time to draw a paper. Mr. Summers asks Hutchinsons if there are other members in their family. He confirms.

    There are five papers now to draw from. One for each member of the Hutchinson family. Each member draws their paper, and opens their slips. Tessie receives a paper with a black dot on it. Mr Summers then instructs the villagers to hurry up.

    All villagers grab stones and run towards Tessie, who is now standing in the middle of the crowd. She continues to complain about the unfairness of the lottery until she is hit by a stone on her head, and then everyone begins throwing stones at her.

    The Lottery: Review & My Thoughts

    The first time I read the story, I was shell shocked at the ending.

    Although Jackson dropped quite a few hints about the lottery not being a traditional one that comes to mind when you see or hear this word. I was not prepared for the end.

    I thought I read it wrong; but no, I read it right. She was stoned to death by people she knew, she gossiped with. Hell! Her own family!

    The idea was very bizarre to me, and I was finding it hard to digest. It didn’t sit well with me.

    Up until the absolutely unexpected ending, there were a few references in the story that I marveled at:

    “It was clear and sunny, with fresh warmth of a full summer day”

    I know I might be over-crediting this line, but summers are rare in the place I live and what bad could ever happen on such a nice summer day!

    About how children shall always be children:

    “The children assembled first, of course. School was recently over for the summer, and the feeling of liberty sat uneasily on most of them.”

    How men taking a central role in a family is okay, but women doing the same is not.

    “Wife draws for her husband, Mr Summers said. “Don’t you have a grown boy to do it for you Janey?”

    I did see eerie signs but chose to ignore them, clues spread all throughout the story about lottery not being the traditional one: why was Tessie constantly complaining about getting the lottery? It’s lucky to win one and people want to win it, right?

    We would instinctively trace it back to the dark ages if we ever hear of an incident like this in reality.

    With all of the human rights commissions that we have now, yes, an act like this is not going to get unnoticed, and I sure would like to believe that they would play an instrumental role in curbing a horrible, inhuman practice like this.

    But does that mean that we are not slave to tradition now in these times?

    Mrs Hutchinson’s death is an extreme example of how societies can perpetrate all sorts of injustices for reasons that defy logic.

    The targeted individual could be a different race, a different sex, follower of a different religion, of a different economic class, something that he or she can not control but has to pay the price for.

    Just as villagers blindly follow tradition to stone Tessie to death, real life villains carry out atrocities without questioning the tradition or the widely held belief – however flawed it might be.

    All this is to say that the ending of the story made me think. A LOT.

    And that is the power of a great story. Publishing something like this in 1948! Shirley Jackson was undoubtedly way ahead of her times.

    It pains me to think how much flak she received for this. Bombarded with hate mail in hundreds all through the summer when it was first published.

    The story left me speechless.

    Thank you, Shirley Jackson!

  • Cathedral by Raymond Carver: Summary, Analysis and Review

    Cathedral by Raymond Carver: Summary, Analysis and Review

    Cathedral is a short story written by Raymond Carver. This story was included in the ‘Best American Short Stories’ (1982). It’s the story of how a man’s perspective about blind people changes dramatically when he meets an extraordinary blind man who introduces him to a new realm of experience.

    “Cathedral”

    What’s the first thing that comes to your mind when you read this word?

    My guess is that you made a mental image of a cathedral, right?

    Now here’s a question: how long do you think it’s going to take you to explain your mental image of a cathedral to me so that I see it exactly the same way you do?

    5 minutes? 15 minutes? An hour?

    And how satisfied are you once you’re done explaining it?

    Cathedral, a short story by Raymond Carver, is an immense realization of this. to say the least.

    Cathedral Short Story: Summary and Plot Analysis

    The story opens with the narrator mentioning a visit from a friend of his wife, one whom he does not seem to particularly like, considering that he is blind.

    This friend’s wife has recently died and after returning from one of his relatives’ place, he considers meeting the narrator’s wife, as they live close-by.

    The narrator knows quite a lot about this friend – he was a reader. The narrator’s wife met and was employed by this man years ago. On the last day of her job, this blind friend had touched his wife’s face and wrote a poem about it.

    Knowing all this, the narrator finds this man’s blindness ‘unsettling’, more than anything else.

    The narrator also goes on to give the us (i.e. the readers) a peek into his wife’s past-marriage to a childhood sweetheart, loneliness that had led to a suicide attempt (which she survived) followed by a failed marriage.

    Through all these experiences, she continued to keep in touch with her friend. Poems and tapes were the primary means of communication between them. They talked about everything and everyone, including the narrator.

    The narrator and his wife have a discussion about the impending visit from her friend, wherein his wife continues urging him to be nice to her friend, while the narrator continues to bring up reservations about the guest being blind.

    She tells him about that man’s wife, their married life and her struggle with a terminal disease. All this while, the narrator, seemingly immune to the grief of the blind man, continues to wonder about the unhappiness his wife would have felt thinking he could never see her.

    The narrator’s wife goes to pick her friend from the train station, while the husband waits for them at home.

    cathedral by raymond carver book cover
    Cover of Cathedral by Raymond Carver. The links to buy this book are provided at the end of this article.

    He is shocked to see that Robert (the blind man) sports a beard. This does not seem natural to the narrator. His wife introduces him to Robert and all of them engage in conversation.

    The narrator inadvertently asks Robert which side of train did he sit on his way here. He quickly realizes his mistake, but seeing that Robert is unnerved by the question, he’s a bit surprised.

    Three of them sit for dinner and stuff their faces. Many things about Robert continue to surprise the narrator, including, Robert not wearing dark glasses, his ability to smoke ‘normally’ and eat and drink effortlessly.

    All this starts to challenge the blindness stereotype that he had held in his mind for so long.

    While his wife excuses herself for a change of clothes and is gone for quite a while, both men engage in small talk and narrator switches his attention to the television which aired a program about Middle Ages, showing cathedrals from different parts of the world.

    This prompts the narrator to ask Robert if he had any idea what a cathedral looked like. Robert requests the narrator to describe one to him but finds him struggling while doing so.

    Robert then asks the narrator to bring a pen and paper and draw a cathedral. He puts his hand over the narrator’s hand, following the movement of the narrator’s hand. The narrator continues to draw and finds himself immersed in the experience, in a way that he had never felt before.

    At one point, upon Robert’s insistence, he starts drawing with his eyes closed. When he’s  done, Robert asks him to open his eyes.

    The narrator chooses not to, soaking in his newfound bliss. When he’s asked how it felt, he simply responds with “it really is something”.

    Cathedral: Review and My thoughts

    The story seems simple, doesn’t it?

    But it has a little Thich Nhat Hanh lesson (he’s a famous monk and peace activist who has published over 100 books) for us there – a lesson of mindfulness.

    Not only that, it takes a jab at how easy it is for humans to fall prey to stereotypes.

    The story sure is short, but has much to offer. The narrator’s reservations about blind people, his completely warped view of the world of disabled is, on some occasions, comical, while at others bordering on apathy.

    Some quotes from Cathedral

    One of the narrator’s blanket statements about blind people is downright comical.

    “I remembered having read somewhere that the blind didn’t smoke, because, as speculation had it, they couldn’t see the smoke they exhaled.”

    I couldn’t help but laugh when, on seeing his wife’s thigh exposed, the narrator rushed to cover it, only to put it back when he realized that the only other person in the room was blind.

    Here, read for yourself to see if it has the same effect (holding breath in anticipation of your validatory smile):

    “(While sleeping) she had turned so that her robe had slipped away from her legs, exposing a juicy thigh. I reached to draw her robe back over her, and it was then that I glanced at a blind man. What the hell! I flipped the robe open again.”

    His reminiscence about his wife’s tragic past is sad, but with a slight undertone of jealousy. That man who seemed like a stone, did expose his soft side. I couldn’t help but gush a little when I read this.

    “Her officer – why should he have a name? He was her childhood sweetheart, what more does he want?”

    And yes, why should a spouse’s ex have a name?

    Robert’s positivity and an upbeat temperament is in stark contrast with the narrator’s expectations.

    Robert seems to have it all – loving and meaningful relationships, complete immersion in what he does and an undying penchant for learning.

    “I am always learning something. Learning never ends. It won’t hurt me to learn something tonight. I got ears.”

    Couldn’t get any more cliche than that, eh? Yet valuable just the same.

    Learning. Never. Ends.

    We have great people from history and the present worldwide vouching for Robert on this one, and for good reason.

    It’s ironical that a seemingly indifferent narrator has a profound experience at the hands of someone that he was completely apathetic to, until they share an immersive experience.

    Very cleverly, Carver exposed the error of the narrator’s way by showing him that the world he thought he was lacking was actually the one capable of making him feel fulfilled.

    A world that showed him better things. A world that makes him see.

    I hope I see more from this day on.

    Want to read Cathedral?

    Cathedral is available on Amazon if you want to get yourself a copy. You are welcome to use the links given below to order a copy:

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  • Whenever You Are About To Find Fault With Someone, Ask Yourself The Following Question – What Fault Of Mine Most Nearly Resembles The One I Am About To Criticize: Marcus Aurelius

    Whenever You Are About To Find Fault With Someone, Ask Yourself The Following Question – What Fault Of Mine Most Nearly Resembles The One I Am About To Criticize: Marcus Aurelius

    I read this the other day and felt an itch, I would grand it up a little bit by calling it a philosophical version of Hell’s itch. Suffice to say that the itch is painful.

    Fun fact #1

    In my life so far, I am yet to meet a person that likes to be criticized. And I know people that hate the word ‘criticism’  more than COVID.

    Fun Fact #2

    I am yet to meet a person that has not criticized at least one person in their life.

    If you are an ordinary Earthling like me, there is a good chance that both fun facts may apply to you too.

    We don’t like people finding faults in our behavior and pointing them out to us. And there is a good possibility that we disregard the opinion as well as the person that enlightens us with this critical feedback.

    Sometimes things get worse when someone points a fault that we know we have. Ironically the way we use to respond to this criticism is holding resentment or criticizing the person that pointed out our flaw.

    So what is it about this whole criticism game? Why do we so readily dish it out when we can not take it? Why does abstaining from criticism feel like such a Herculean task?

    The reason is simple.

    We love ourselves, sometimes to a fault, plus we all have ego that gets the better of us from time to time.

    After all, the world revolves around us. Doesn’t it?

    Enter Marcus Aurelius.

    “Whenever you are about to find fault with someone, ask yourself the following question: What fault of mine most nearly resembles the one I am about to criticize?” 

    Now this is a very twisted game. Instead of a quick-fix to the criticism problem, when I can simply attack a person when they attack me, feeling a fleeting yet instant second of win, I have to think before I retort now.

    Man, that’s a tough thing to do.

    A conversation that could earlier go like this:

    Dave: What an idiot! How many times do I have to tell you how to do this before you can do it yourself?

    Paul: If you are such an Einstein, why dont u do it yourself?

    Is now going to look like this:

    Dave: What an idiot! How many times do I have to tell you how to do this before you can do it yourself?

    Paul: Yes, you are right. I should have done it myself. I was being as lazy as you.

    OR

    Paul: Yeah, you are right, I guess I am as lazy as you. Let me help you out (same as the last one , minus the sass)

    You and I both know that this entails  a lot of work.

    And a hell lot more deep breathing.

    But I see two very obvious advantages of going through with this exercise:

    1 – I am not going to retort by saying something nasty and then simmer in guilt for days on end.

    2 – My friend whom I did the favor of not criticizing, would probably take the cue and not be an ass next time.

    Basically. it all boils down to patience.

    Next time I am ready to spit venom, I might take a deep breath and selfishly count the days I am going to simmer in guilt of the aftermath of a criticism bout.

    That, I hope, will stop me in my tracks.

    There is more to ‘look before you leap’ than I thought.