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Product Details

  • Paperback: 499 pages
  • Publisher: Bantam (July 26, 2011)
  • Language: English
  • ISBN-10: 0385343876
  • ISBN-13: 978-0385343879
  • Product Dimensions: 5.2 x 1.1 x 8 inches
  • Shipping Weight: 15.2 ounces (View shipping rates and policies)
  • Average Customer Review: 4.3 out of 5 stars  See all reviews (38 customer reviews)
  • Amazon Best Sellers Rank: #2,111,373 in Books (See Top 100 in Books)

Editorial Reviews


“[A] lavishly textured sequel to a timeless literary masterpiece . . . With more and more readers and book clubs revisiting the classics, there should be built-in interest.”Booklist

“Readers will cheer [Berthe Bovary] all the way...Urbach includes lots of details for reading groups to discuss about social class, women’s roles, and fashion, while never forgetting to tell a good story.”—Library Journal

"Grand in scope...Urbach relays a classic tale of rags to riches, tragedy to triumph and passion to vengeance. Saga fans who adore Rosalind Laker and Barbara Taylor Bradford will rejoice."—Romantic Times, Top Pick!

“Skillfully continues Flaubert’s story…An entertaining romance for readers of historical fiction.”—Publishers Weekly

"In this richly detailed, stunningly imaginative novel, Linda Urbach has created a fascinating, complex heroine.  As Berthe Bovary determines to distance herself from her infamous mother’s legacy, she discovers, instead, that a passionate life can be a life well-lived. Readers will rejoice in her journey to understanding and forgiveness."
—MELANIE BENJAMIN, author of Alice I Have Been and The Autobiography of Mrs. Tom Thumb

Engrossing, vivid, beautifully written, adventurous, and often heart-rending—a young girl finds her way from the depths of poverty to the top of the nineteenth-century French fashion world, led by her wistful dreams of the lovely way life could be and by her gift for making those dreams a reality. I just loved this novel!”
—STEPHANIE COWELL, author of Claude and Camille: A Novel of Monet and Marrying Mozart

"Very hard to put down. A very intriguing story, and Gustave Flaubert would be proud to have Berthe's voice finally on paper. 4 1/2 stars."--Burton Book Review

"Having read and enjoyed Madame Bovary years ago, I liked reading about Emma’s daughter, and finally knowing that she turned out alright after all."--Luxury Reading

"I found myself enjoying this book far more than I did the classic Madame Bovary. Mainly because I never wound up caring about Emma Bovary like I did her daughter in this excellent book...I highly recommend Madame Bovary’s Daughter to fans of Historical Fiction."--Danvers Reads

"Madame Bovary's Daughter is a wonderful homage to a great novel that also manages to work on its own compelling terms." --Connecticut News

"Madame Bovary's Daughter is a powerful and deeply satisfying return to Flaubert's world of mid-19th century France." --Connecticut Post

"A rich tale of high society and, finally, a love [Berthe Bovary's] mother never found."
--Cape Cod Times

"Urbach wonderfully integrates the classic novel with her own creation. Madame Bovary’s Daughter is a beautiful rag to riches story filled with desire, dreams, poverty and wealth." --Book Garden Reviews

"Madame Bovary's Daughter is an exceptionally written masterpiece rich in period detail. Linda Urbach powerfully brings to life the opulence of the rich in nineteenth- century France." --Fresh Fiction

"It's a creative idea and an interesting story. It's a great book for romantic and true Victorian novel-lovers." --South Coast Today

"Madame Bovary's Daughter was an extremely well-written novel that did justice to the original while creating a new storyline that kept me interested and reading." --Night Owl Reviews

"Urbach posits her view of Berthe’s life in pretty much flawless homage to Flaubert as the beloved character he created. It is easy to get lost in the tale and forget that you aren’t reading a book by Flaubert when learning what happens to the penniless orphan of a truly scandalous woman. The novel is like a visit with an old friend." --City Book Review

"Madame Bovary’s Daughter is a fun book that provides some much needed closure to Berthe’s story. Recommended." --Devourer of Books

"Madame Bovary's Daughter is definitely a historical romance that is intriguing to read and a great, juicy follow up to the old classic." --Peace Love Books

"In a novel written in the clean Gallic style of the original, Madame Bovary’s daughter is a wonderful character, struggling to overcome her mother’s legacy and the expectations of her own fantasies. --The Historical Novels Review

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Chapter 1

Home Sweet Homais

Yonville, 1852

Was any daughter ever cursed with a mother such as hers? A self- centered, social-climbing, materialistic, coldhearted, calculating adulteress. Oh, yes, and she disliked children, too.

Everyone in the village of Yonville and the city of Rouen and all the towns in between knew the story of her mother's disastrous affairs; her wastrel ways; her total disregard for her husband, his reputation, and his finances. And her complete disinterest in Berthe, her only child. It was her mother's friend, Madame Homais, who put it into words for Berthe on the day of her father's funeral. Yes, even at her father's funeral they were still gossiping about her mother, who had poisoned herself almost a year before.

"Your poor, dear mother. She always wanted what she couldn't have," Madame Homais said as she pulled a comb through Berthe's long snarled hair. Berthe hadn't brushed her hair in weeks or possibly even months, ever since her father had fallen ill. "And what she had, she didn't want. As for your papa, all he wanted was just a little of her love. Mon Dieu, what a rat's nest." She untangled the comb from the girl's hair, then gave Berthe a gentle push. "Now go and put on your best dress." Did she know that Berthe only had two dresses to her name? Neither could be described as "best." All the pretty dresses that she had once owned had been sold months before. There was nothing left but the house, and that was going to be auctioned off in an effort to make a small dent in her father's enormous debt.

It was a beautiful spring day. Much too beautiful a day on which to be buried. The bright sun shone down on the small market town. Surrounded by pastureland on one side and the Rieule river on the other, Yonville boasted one main street. Lining the street and the large square were a chemist's shop, a blacksmith's shop, a simple vegetable market, the town hall-designed by a Parisian architect who favored the Greek Revival style-and the almost famous Lion d'Or Inn. On cramped side streets were the residential houses. It was a snug, self-contained little village only twenty-four miles from Rouen.

The entire village attended Charles Bovary's funeral. He had been, after all, the town physician. And beyond that, the villagers had great sympathy for him. He had died quite simply of a broken heart and everyone knew it. Berthe kept her head down so she wouldn't see all the people staring at her with their sad eyes. They just want to see me cry, she thought. But she wouldn't cry. She couldn't cry. On what was supposed to be the saddest day of her life she felt only a paralyzing, numbing fear. She looked down at her hands. Her nails were bitten to the quick and she had never been a nail biter.

She knew that being orphaned was not an unusual situation. How many times had her father told her about the many orphans who littered the land as a result of sickness, war, or the normal hardships of a poverty-stricken life? But Berthe wasn't an ordinary twelve-year-old orphan, as people of the village kept reminding her. She was the progeny of the most scandalous woman who ever lived.

"How will the poor thing make her way in the world?" she heard someone whisper behind her.

"Perhaps, like mother like daughter," said her companion.

"Don't forget her father. He was a decent man, after all."

"Much good that did."

"She has the beginnings of her mother's beauty. That in itself does not bode well."

"She is a strange child. But is it any wonder? With a mother like that?"

Berthe shot a look at the woman. She wanted to scream I'm not a strange child, and tear the hypocritical mourning veil off the woman's head. Where were the reassuring words? Weren't they supposed to tell her everything was going to be fine? She looked around. All she saw was a row of black-clad women-a line of crows shaking their heads in disapproval. Her terror grew. She felt as if she were taking the last steps to her own funeral.

Suddenly she was visited by the image of both her parents' deaths: Her mother from self-administered poison and her father from a self- acknowledged broken heart. She saw her mother in those last moments, her pale waxen features, her eyes covered with a kind of second skin, her mouth, that black poisoned hole sucking in air, and her curled hands picking aimlessly at the sheets. Her father sitting under the oak tree, his head bent, his eyes half open, his jaw unhinged. Dead to the world-and to his only daughter, who had come out to the garden to wake him for a dinner he would never eat.

So strong, so vivid was this image of her dead parents that she felt herself gag. She thought she was going to be sick in front of everybody. Sweat broke out on her forehead and she wiped it away with the back of her hand.

"Stand strong, dear child, it will all be over soon," said Madame Homais, taking her wet hand and squeezing it tight.

After Emma Bovary died her husband spent a fortune on designing and building an elaborate granite mausoleum complete with cherubs and crucifixes. He had even begged money off his good friend Monsieur Homais with the promise that he would repay the loan in a timely fashion. How he was going to do that was a mystery, considering the fact that he had already pawned his instruments and medical books. Monsieur Homais was ignorant of this and assumed that Charles would be back on his feet as soon as his mourning period was over. It was never over.

As they drew nearer to the mausoleum, Monsieur Homais looked up at his friend's final resting place. He shook his head sadly. "This could have been Madame Homais's much-wished-for third bedroom," he muttered to Berthe. It was a good thing his wife had no knowledge of her husband's loan.

The crows continued to rustle their black capes and whisper in all-too- audible tones as Berthe passed by, following her father's coffin.

"She spent all his money on herself," one said.

"And someone else," said another. "Don't forget the Someone Else."

"No one is about to forget that little piece of scandal."

"You know there were two."


"Oh, yes. Do you remember young Monsieur Léon?"

"But he left town."

"He may have left town, but he didn't leave her."


Several women gasped and covered their mouths with their black-gloved hands. Their eyes gleamed in anticipation of hearing more.

Because of the size of the mausoleum, Charles Bovary's coffin could not be placed directly next to his wife's but had to be wedged in at a perpendicular angle at the end of her triple-enclosed casket. The four men who had carried the coffin from the village struggled to fit it in. Thus, Madame Bovary's husband was laid to rest literally at her feet. And given the state of his estate, or the lack thereof, an expensive coffin for him was out of the question. He had been put in the plainest of pine boxes. It made a curious sight: the rough-hewn pine coffin lying at the foot of the lustrous rosewood casket like a humble servant at the feet of his beloved queen. The four pallbearers stepped out, rubbing their sore hands together. Then the Homaises and Berthe squeezed in what little space was left while the rest of the villagers had to make do with paying their respects from outside.

So, Berthe thought, her mother would be housed for eternity in the luxury she had always yearned for. How many years and how much money had she spent stuffing their humble home with the trappings of a much grander establishment? Silk damask armchairs, Chinese screens, crystal candelabras, brass andirons, heavy brocade curtains, a hand-carved prayer kneeler, a graceful four-poster bed. And when her husband occasionally protested, she explained: "We will need these things when we move to the new house."

She held out this vision of a grand dwelling as though it were a reality. Her dream house was based on her one visit as a young bride to the château at Vaubyessard. She described her visit often and in great detail to Berthe. It was her idea of a bedtime story.

"I walked up three flights of marble steps and into the great hall. As I looked up I saw a chandelier hanging from a glass dome. It was made of a million crystals that caught the light and glittered so brightly it hurt my eyes. There was a pink marbled staircase that circled around and up to a gallery. The walls were covered in silk. The air smelled of roses and lilacs."

But in Emma Bovary's mind, it was the effect this splendid château had on its inhabitants that was so magical. The château seemed to transform every person in it.

"They were ordinary men and women but they looked like they were another species altogether. Their hair was more lustrous, their skin had a polish and glow, their smiles were more brilliant. Their happiness was unlike anything I had ever seen before or since. It was being in that house that made them so happy and so beautiful."

Thus, Berthe had grown up with two homes, the slightly shabby lodging they lived in and the luxurious château of her mother's memory. The bills mounted and her mother began to sell off small decorative items before her husband discovered her secret debt. As little by little the house in Yonville grew shabbier, Berthe still had that other more enduring abode of her mother's fantasy. Where there would be no gossip, no suffering the opinion of others, no creditors, no shortage of love, no shortage of beautiful things to buy. And where her mother continued to live in this happy, happy home where no one and nothing could ever hurt her.

Berthe recognized a fairy tale for what it was. She knew her mother had lived much of the time in another world and that her fantasies had created an impenetrable wall around her. On one hand, Berthe deeply resented the stories that separated her mother from their real life. On the other hand, the fairy tales held a magic that was difficult for a little girl to resist.

Her mother's favorite stories came from her beloved ...

More About the Author

Linda Howard Urbach is a published author and screenwriter. She is the author of Madame Bovary's Daughter (Random House Summer/Bantam Trade July, 2011). She is currently working on a new novel, Sarah's Hair, the story of Sarah Bernhardt's hairdresser.

She co-authored with Roberto Mitrotti "The Secret Diary of Sigmund Freud" (20th Century Fox Specialized Film Division. It stars Bud Cort, Carole Kane, Klaus Kinski and Marisa Berenson. Three and a half stars, Video Movie Guide, 2002.) and Fashionista. Her one act play "Scenes from A Cell" was a finalist in the 2002 New England One Act Festival.

She teaches creative writing and is the creator of MoMoirs-Writing Workshops For and About Moms. She has conducted these workshops all over Fairfield county. She is also the originator of "MoMoirs: The Umbilical Cord Stops Here!" a theatrical production.

The MoMoirs Workshop began in 2005 at the Theatre Artists Workshop of Norwalk Ct. The workshop was composed of actors and playwrights who wrote and shared stories of their mothers, their children and their feelings about motherhood. The first performance was at the Zipper Theatre in New York City. MoMoirs has performed to rave reviews all over Connecticut.

Her first book, Expecting Miracles was published (under the name Linda U. Howard by Putnam in the U.S. It was also published in paperback England and in France, where it won the French Family Book Award. The rights to the book later sold to Paramount Pictures for a film starring Jill Clayburgh.

Her second novel, The Money Honey, was also published by Putnam. Options to the film rights were secured by the producer Susan Rose of Joseph's Technicolor Dreamcoat.

In addition to novel writing, Linda spent over 30 years writing advertising copy in NYC. Her big claim to fame was a CLIO for "My Girdle is Killing Me." She worked for at least seven different agencies on more than 50 different accounts from Excedrin to Ocean Spray.

Customer Reviews

Every button, snap, kiss, flounce!
Monique Citron
My Thoughts: Berthe is an engaging character and her story is inspirational and heartwarming.
Isabella Gallatin
I love historical romances, and this book had every aspect of historical books that I love.
Jessica (Peace Love Books)

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5 of 5 people found the following review helpful By Eustace on March 16, 2012
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The idea of writing about Berthe, Madame Bovary's daughter, left alone after the death of her mother was very good. I was certainly looking forward to being taken back to Flaubert's 19th ~C France. However, the author with the use of 21st C colloquialisms took me to midwest America . I was given this book so did not have a chance to browse but if I had, then I would certainly not have bothered to read any further. It is the biggest load of tosh that I have picked up for a long time (if not ever). The word drivel comes to mind.
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6 of 7 people found the following review helpful By Holly Weiss VINE VOICE on July 26, 2011
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What a fabulous idea for a book! What happened to the ignored, orphaned daughter after her adulterous mother, Madame Bovary, committed suicide? Madame Bovary's Daughter: A Novel of Fashion and Fortune is the story of a daughter determined to distance herself from her infamous mother. Berthe remembers every rosette and bow on her mother's gowns, but no kind words or affection. She carries a photograph of her mother in a gorgeous white tulle gown from place to place, noticing how the seams are placed, how the crystals are attached--a harbinger of better times. Her journey from peasantry to grand society ensues by turns of good luck and her own pluck.

After her father's death, Berthe lives with her reticent grandmother. She milks the cow, forklifts hay and is made to replace the maid. Berthe yearns to put the peasant life behind. She dreams of owning a beautiful home with marble staircases, satin cushions, dancing guests and rooms filled with gorgeous gowns. Her mother had instilled in her a love of fine fashion, romantic stories, and luxury. Most importantly, she desires "what her mother never had: the love of someone she loved in return." Berthe's grandmother dies when she is thirteen. With no resources or family to turn to, she finds work in a cotton mill.

Beautiful Berthe's fortune is changed when she is hired as a lady's maid in a Paris home. She manages to survive in a home where consenting and non-consenting sex abounds. The household is passionate about couture. Despite her lack of experience, she perfects her sewing skills and studies the latest fashions. So begins her training for what ultimately will bring her the most joy.

Urbach writes a complex heroine who vows to transcend the mistakes her mother made and claim a happy life.
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6 of 7 people found the following review helpful By Esther Shay on November 30, 2011
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Discerning readers, beware! The life imagined for Emma Bovary's daughter is just one more exercise in "historical" romantic nonsense featuring a Women's Liberation heroine in (gorgeous!) 19th Century gowns. This obsession with fashion and fashionable houses lends to the novel whatever authenticity it may claim. Otherwise, it's the same-old, same-old: a lightly pornographic tale complete with improbable adventures, cliched villains and heroes, and the ultimate in happy endings. It is precisely the kind of tale that poor Emma would have adored and that her wise creator would have detested. (Flaubert even blames such literature for helping to make his heroine who she was!) Anyone who admires Flaubert--or even begins to understand him--will be appalled.

Even more appalling than her adolescent fantasizing is the author's straight-faced question-and-answer posturing at the end of her book--an attempt to persuade naive readers that her over-the-top imaginings are worthy of serious attention. Writers of commercial ephemera should have the grace to admit what they are doing and not try to disguise their product by borrowing from their betters.
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2 of 2 people found the following review helpful By Susan of Cape Cod on October 9, 2011
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I don't often read historical novels, but this one caught my eye--what a great concept dreamed up by this clever and talented writer. Yes, I'd like to know what happened to Madame Bovary's Daughter. So I was engrossed from the start--felt I was in the head of this courageous young woman and her climb out of a horrendous turn of events. I was fascinated with the vivid description of buccolic rural France, the wretched conditions and abuse of the mill workers and, best of all, Paris at that time. The historic detail is amazing, wonderfully researched--I was there! Berthe's nostalgic observations were laced with humor, sadness and wisdom. I loved all the eccentric characters she dealt with and was cheering for her all the way. I was dying to find out how she would finally make her mark in the cut-throat couture scene of the mid 1800's. But I won't reveal that--you need to read it to find out.
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1 of 1 people found the following review helpful By Serap Yigit on July 30, 2014
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I have not read something so badly written in a long time. The story line made me think that Ms. Urbach spends a lot of time watching Hallmark Channel. The problem with the book, however, is not the story, but how the story is being told. Ms. Urbach's descriptions are very immature and inconsistent. In one paragraph she describes one of the characters as a gossip lover and inconsiderate while in another paragraph the same person becomes the closest thing to a loving mother that the protagonist had. She introduced some useless characters as she told her story such as the man traveling with the protagonist when she was moving to her grandmother's farm; that scene did not contribute anything to the story. Her cheesy descriptions made the book so unbearable that I had to stop reading it. It was a big waste of my time.
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