Questionable

The way that Barnes describes Flaubert’s house, makes me think a little. It brings me questions that Barnes only half-asked. Like when Flaubert was writing his novels, was he writing them from his life experience? In his book Un Coeur Simple, was Flaubert the old lady that always lost things, and only had a parrot until even it died? Did he write the rooms in his novels from the rooms in his house? Were all of his novels based around the ways of his life? It kind of made him seem like a man that never left his house, and had no social life. But I like asking myself questions like this.