bovaryser (verb, French) – to dream of another destiny that is more satisfying to one’s own, to take refuge in fantasy or wishful realities. Derives from the title character of Gustave Flaubert’s novel ‘Madame Bovary’.
We read books to find out who we are. What other people, real or imaginary, do and think and feel… is an essential guide to our understanding of what we ourselves are and may become.
"I knew I had fallen in love with Lolita forever; but I also knew she would not be forever Lolita."
—from Lolita by Vladimir Nabokov
Rita C. Ford
Joan of Arc came back as a little girl in Japan, and her father told her to stop listening to her imaginary friends.
Elvis was born again in a small village in Sudan, he died hungry, age 9, never knowing what a guitar was.
Michelangelo was drafted into the military at age 18 in Korea, he painted his face black with shoe polish and learned to kill.
Jackson Pollock got told to stop making a mess, somewhere in Russia.
Hemingway, to this day, writes DVD instruction manuals somewhere in China. He’s an old man on a factory line. You wouldn’t recognise him.
Gandhi was born to a wealthy stockbroker in New York. He never forgave the world after his father threw himself from his office window, on the 21st floor.
And everyone, somewhere, is someone, if we only give them a chance.