His clarity of conviction prompts him to praise Flaubert, Henry James, and Joyce, though the praise is qualified.
But he himself reproduces the same saying about Flaubert wanting to write a novel about nothing.
Raphael, for example, is very fond of Harold Nicolson, while Epstein seems to prefer Isaac Bashevis Singer to Flaubert.
James Wood reminds us again and again that Flaubert invented realism and Bloom that Shakespeare invented us.
Like Flaubert, Tolstoy and Stendhal greatly admired Walter Scott.
The rich continence of Flaubert, the stippled concision of Mérimée or the dry-sherry wit of Voltaire are surer guides.
Therefore, Flaubert did not express himself thus because he was not successful.
There is no truth in the gossip that Guy was the son of Flaubert.
We recognise here the particular and special form of Flaubert's pessimism.
The classic modern example of the tragedy of the artist who repudiates the world is Flaubert.