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Still from the 1949 adaptation of Madame Bovary<\/i>, starring Jennifer Jones.<\/p><\/div>\n

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There is a certain tradition in French cuisine with a paradoxical connection to French history: following the revolution, bourgeois cuisine saw itself as a sort of heir to court cuisine, and on formal occasions the elaborate productions of the aristocratic table were perpetuated in upper-middle-class dining rooms. This can be observed in many different details, for instance in the history of the table centerpiece. Among the oddest imitations of aristocratic dining extravagances utterly lost to us today was the custom of serving edible structures<\/em>. The only example we are still familiar with (at least from shop windows) is the wedding cake, which combines elements of architecture, sculpture, and occasionally portrait painting.<\/p>\n

Surprisingly, Balzac, the great diner, never provides a detailed description of a grand dinner with all its accessories, a lack of interest implying a certain critique of the stultifying pomposity of these elaborate rituals\u2014he is more concerned with depicting en detail <\/em>the dreariness of the dinner table at Pension Vauquer. But in one superficially unremarkable passage, the bourgeois novel at its peak casually pulls off a radical exposure of the custom of staging <\/em>food.\u00a0<\/p>\n

A country wedding is being celebrated. The tables have been set up in the open air. First the author describes the meal, lavish yet simple, down-to-earth yet festive. And it comes to a special culmination and climax:<\/p>\n

A confectioner of Yvetot had been entrusted with the tarts and sweets. As he had only just set up in the place, he had taken a lot of trouble, and at dessert he himself brought in a set dish [une pi\u00e8ce mont\u00e9e<\/em>] that evoked loud cries of wonderment. To begin with, at its base there was a square of blue cardboard, representing a temple with porticoes, colonnades, and stucco statuettes all round, and in the niches constellations of gilt paper stars; then on the second stage was a castle of Savoy cake, surrounded by many fortifications in candied angelica, almonds, raisins, and quarters of oranges; and finally, on the upper platform a green field with rocks set in lakes of jam, nutshell boats, and a small Cupid balancing himself in a chocolate swing whose two uprights ended in real rosebuds at the top.<\/p>\n

Until night they ate. When any of them were too tired of sitting, they went out for a stroll in the yard, or for a game of bouchon <\/em>in the granary, and then returned to table.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

The description of the cake served at Emma Bovary\u2019s wedding is embedded in the unfolding of a rustic celebration at which guests doggedly eat vast quantities and devote themselves to coarse pleasures, lifting weights and grabbing women\u2014boorish larks whose ingenuous foolishness is immune to accusations of bad taste. In this rural, archaic milieu, the cake is a foreign body greeted with cries of astonishment: an exotic spectacle. The ambitious confectioner delivers it from Yvetot, a provincial Norman town on the road from Tostes (the scene of the action) to Le Havre, much smaller than the almost equidistant Rouen. And yet it is \u201cmodern\u201d and unexpected: its appearance marks the incursion of urban luxury into the rural backwater. Within the context of the novel, it is an artfully subtle symbol. The kitschy details of this confectionary construction discreetly reflect the bride\u2019s perishable sentimentality, her \u201cBovarysme.\u201d \u201cThe lake of jam,\u201d Nabokov writes in his brilliant analysis (Lectures on Literature<\/em>), \u201cis a kind of premonitory emblem of the romantic Swiss lakes upon which, to the sound of Lamartine\u2019s fashionable lyrical verse, Emma Bovary, the budding adulteress, will drift in her dreams; and we shall meet again the little cupid on the bronze clock in the squalid splendor of the Rouen hotel room where Emma has her assignations with L\u00e9on, her second lover.\u201d<\/p>\n

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This cake\u2019s symbolic role within Flaubert\u2019s novel is one thing; one can also seek to decode its gastronomic history. It is no mere pastry, it is a structure with mimetic pretensions. Such efforts to shape and reshape are familiar even from the literature of antiquity: the locus classicus <\/em>is the grotesquely elaborate, endless, tasteless feast held by the nouveau riche Trimalchio in Petronius\u2019s Satyricon<\/em>, the only Latin novel of imperial Rome that has (in fragmentary form) survived. Here the dishes nearly always seek to simulate something else, shaped from a different substance than anticipated or imitating something they are not\u2014\u201cquinces with thorns stuck in them to resemble sea urchins.\u201d Of the chef\u2014known as Daedalus for his virtuosity\u2014it is claimed: \u201cJust say the word, and he\u2019ll whip you up a fish out of sowbelly, pigeons out of bacon, doves from ham and chicken from pigs\u2019 knuckles.\u201d Another possibility presented here is to make foodstuffs (or other physical materials) into riddles: prizes are raffled off, and the person who wins a moray (muraena<\/em>) is given a mouse tied to a frog (mus<\/em>\/rana<\/em>). The author, skewering the aesthetic strategies at Nero\u2019s court as people seek to outdo and astonish one another, portrays these corny puns as examples of nouveau riche tastelessness. But they also reflect a naive, childlike pleasure in the transformation of material, in eating something so skillfully imitative that for a moment one is able to fall for the illusion. All the endless jests of Trimalchio\u2019s banquet aim to astonish: in staged scenes, cooks and servants perform mini-dramas of deception, seeking to arouse both amazement and disgust. The decisive factor is always the surprise effect. For instance, the simplest variant, a mere effigy, is represented by a statue of Priapus made from cake.<\/p>\n

There is something embarrassingly pretentious about these arts. This emerges even more clearly when we encounter them once again\u2014first in a simplified form, then gradually becoming more and more luxurious, though still relatively coarse\u2014on the dining tables of the medieval and early modern courts. The dishes are full of ostentation, just as they are often systematically over-seasoned, too sweet and spicy, to demonstrate that the hosts can afford expensive spices; they abound in crude surprise effects, just as guests taking their seats at a princely table might be suddenly drenched by hidden fountain jets. Those things gradually vanish from the dining table, those animals painstakingly restored to their original shape, those sculptures of lard, of ice cream, of mashed potatoes, those castles and parks confected from sugar. Regarding the latter, the late, already anachronistic apotheosis of confectionary architecture comes in the treatise Le p\u00e2tissier pittoresque<\/em>, written by a great chef whose name paradoxically evokes a fast: Marie-Antoine Car\u00eame, \u201cle Palladio de la cuisine,\u201d Talleyrand\u2019s cook at the Congress of Vienna. Published in 1815, his book puts all of them on parade once more, the \u201cgrand pavillon gothique \u00e0 44 colonnes<\/em>\u201d and the \u201cgrand cabinet chinois<\/em>,\u201d the antique and picturesque structures of pastry and fondant. Our era has forgotten them. In middle-class cuisine, the transformation of food into structures has dwindled away, taught by old cookbooks only for extremely rare occasions, so that now the art has vanished almost entirely; nothing remains of the great edifices and the \u201cpieces mont\u00e9es\u201d but the little paper flags and Japanese parasols stuck into desserts. One last, almost parodic echo is found on the children\u2019s menus of German ice-cream parlors, featuring effigies of Mickey Mouse and other cartoon characters, imitations of spaghetti or fried eggs. This goes back to the confectionary tradition\u2014candy in different shapes, chocolate cigars, fondant Easter Bunnies. Naturally, the wedding cake, as one gigantic sweet, is part of this confectionary practice, but while the sculptures produced by chocolatiers and candy factories generally serve as gifts, stand-alone items isolated from the meal, the cake is served up and displayed on the dinner table. Thus it stands as the final monument to the epoch that sought to mold the courses of a formal feast into astonishing shapes.<\/p>\n

Cake is predestined for architecture by the malleability of its material\u2014but this childishly pleasurable plasticity also gives cakes an odd affinity to comedy; the cake fight is a topos of old slapstick movies. Two Laurel and Hardy films stake out the possibilities: From Soup to Nuts <\/em>(1928, MGM \/ Hal Roach) is an \u00e9tude, of some interest for the history of the upper-middle-class society dinner, in which Stan and Ollie are hired as servants and Ollie, in balletically choreographed variations, keeps falling facedown onto the cake he is trying to serve. The Battle of the Century <\/em>(1927, MGM \/ Hal Roach) begins with a slip on the traditional banana peel and brings in a pastry shop\u2019s delivery truck to build, step by step, an escalation of misunderstandings and universal retaliatory urges that fills an entire street, ultimately shown in one wide-angle shot, with a rampaging crowd of people throwing pies at each other and covering vehicles and passersby in whipped cream. These are the iron laws of slapstick cinema: a banana is for slipping on; a cake is for throwing in someone\u2019s face. Cake has something inherently comical about it. But in the mythology of the cinema it also acquires something slightly sinister; the more common it becomes, on festive occasions, to have a girl jump out of an outsized cake, striking an innocently lascivious pose to the delight of the guest of honor, the more likely it seems that the cake might bring forth quite a different, lethal surprise\u2014the fate of \u201cSpats\u201d Colombo at the meeting of the Friends of Italian Opera in Some Like It Hot<\/em>. In Singin\u2019 in the Rain <\/em>the cake\u2019s two functions are elegantly synthesized: first Debbie Reynolds jumps out of the cake in a professional capacity, and a moment later, in private rage, she is throwing its icing at Gene Kelly (hitting Jean Hagen). The wedding cake is, as it were, the gift of fortune from which the (hopefully attractive) future shall emerge.<\/p>\n

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Still from Singin\u2019 in the Rain<\/i>.<\/p><\/div>\n

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The cake served in Madame Bovary <\/em>is a seemingly incidental detail that\u00a0the author presents as though it were merely an interesting facet of the sociology of taste, part of realism\u2019s program of offering a thick description of a society\u2019s customs. But it is more than that. Nabokov, that magnificent reader, recognized with his unerring gaze that the multilevel, many-faceted wedding cake picks up another motif of the novel, one that appears at the very beginning. It sounds improbable, yet once you have seen it, it is utterly clear and evident: the motif is the cap worn by the adolescent Charles Bovary as he enters the room where \u201cwe were in class\u201d in the first line of the first chapter. This cap is a grotesque object, one of those things \u201cwhose dumb ugliness has depths of expression, like an imbecile\u2019s face.\u201d What contributes most to its ugliness is its composite character; it is a preposterous assemblage containing \u201ctraces of the bearskin, shake, billycock hat, sealskin cap, and cotton nightcap.\u201d The uppermost part of the elaborately ugly structure is made of cardboard; Nabokov notes that the cake, with its cardboard base, starts where the cap leaves off. Both, in Nabokov\u2019s words, are \u201ca pathetic affair in poor taste.\u201d The cap and the cake embody the sort of tastelessness that has something sad, helpless, almost touching about it. The novel is constructed to make them mirror each other in a meticulous arrangement\u2014both of them symbols of failed effort.<\/p>\n

In a period that, as the novel was written, was beginning to call itself the \u201cage of reason,\u201d this attempt to salvage some vestige of theatricality from a feudal cuisine of surprise and spectacle is a gastronomical flop. It is a flop not only in Flaubert\u2019s merciless eyes: even his contemporary readers had to realize that despite the naive provincial audience\u2019s cries of amazement the cake is an embarrassment. (The cries demonstrate that the guests are still in a state of consumerist innocence.) Yet in this object, Flaubert lets ugliness come into its own. No author dissected the age\u2019s supposed reason and revealed its vanity with such sardonic precision. Conversely, at times his novels reveal a great, humble respect for what is despised. Of course an object such as the wedding cake, that last veteran of the edible edifices, is nothing more now than a melancholy testimonial to tastelessness. But there is something touching about its ugliness: part of Flaubert\u2019s greatness is his ability to depict the cake simultaneously as a monstrosity and as an affecting attempt to create a thing of beauty with grotesquely unfit means.<\/p>\n

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This essay appears as\u00a0part of \u201cTwo Gastronomic Vignettes\u201d in\u00a0<\/em>Gaslight: Lantern Slides from the Nineteenth Century<\/a>, a collection of essays by Joachim Kalka, out now from New York Review Books. Reprinted with permission.<\/em>\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n

Translated from the German by Isabel Fargo Cole.<\/em><\/p>\n

Joachim Kalka is an essayist, literary critic, and translator of authors such as Martin Amis, Angela Carter, G. K. Chesterton, Nathaniel Hawthorne, Christopher Isherwood, and Gilbert Sorrentino. He lives in Leipzig, Germany.<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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