Happy Birthday, Charles Dickens, our great flaneur

Reading Sunday’s New York Times, I discovered what I’ve been all these years of writing essays for The Miami Herald and the St Petersburg Times: I’m a flaneur.

Evgeny Morozov writes: “The flâneur would leisurely stroll through the Paris streets and especially its arcades — those stylish, lively and bustling rows of shops covered by glass roofs — to cultivate what Honoré de Balzac called “the gastronomy of the eye.”

While not deliberately concealing his identity [flaneurs, we are told, are predominantly male], the flâneur preferred to stroll incognito. “The art that the flâneur masters is that of seeing without being caught looking…. The flâneur was not asocial — he needed the crowds to thrive — but he did not blend in, preferring to savor his solitude. And he had all the time in the world: there were reports of flâneurs taking turtles for a walk.

The flâneur wandered in the shopping arcades, but he did not give in to the temptations of consumerism; the arcade was primarily a pathway to a rich sensory experience — and only then a temple of consumption. His goal was to observe, to bathe in the crowd, taking in its noises, its chaos, its heterogeneity, its cosmopolitanism. Occasionally, he would narrate what he saw — surveying both his private self and the world at large — in the form of short essays for daily newspapers.

Charles Dickens was our great flaneur Yesterday (February 7), was his 200th birthday. According to an article from Sports Illustrated:

Scarcely a day went by that Dickens didn’t flee his desk and take to the streets of London and its suburbs. He routinely walked as many as 20 miles a day, and once set out at 2 a.m. to walk from his house in London to his country residence in Gad’s Hill, Kent, 30 miles away.

Dickens’s walks served him in two ways. On one level, they were fact-finding missions during which he recorded with his keen eye the teeming urban landscapes whose descriptions were his stock-in-trade. . . .But Dickens’s walks played another, more important role in his life. They were, in a sense, acts of self-preservation. “If I could not walk far and fast,” he once confessed, “I think I should just explode and perish.”

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  1. It appears that you have told the class to go forth this week and be a flaneur – walk about and be alert to the unusual. So far there has been a second sighting of a blue bird in our birdbath (second time in 11 yrs) and a man in a small boat rowed himself from a great way out in the ocean into the jetty of the Noyo Harbor and beyond. His dress was natty: a sport coat and a pair of khakis under a beret. So far, so good for the unusual.



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