Short and amusing, even if highly improbable. Had a Vonnegut-like feel to it.
Rather scandalous in its day to even suggest adultery, it seems extremely mild today. While the story seems rather hackneyed, one must remember that for 1856, this was cutting new ground. Somewhat of an off-kilter romance novel, I'm a bit at a loss to why it makes it so high on the "great books" lists. I found the characters surrounding Madame Bovary and her escapades far more interesting than Madame herself (who seemed to be ready for Freud's approaching couch with her hysterias). The ending will surprise few...though the darker souls will certainly cheer Madame's choice at the end.
It's always amusing to read the attempts of religionists to discredit the facts of science. Especially revisiting old articles that have "proof" that religion is right and science is wrong are always good for a chuckle or two. At The Deathbed of Darwinism is no exception. The writer makes a valiant attempt to use scientific arguments against what he sees as a belief (hence an -ism). He doesn't realize that religion is not a band aid to cover whatever science hasn't explained or discovered yet. . Any good scientist should consider both sides of a story before drawing conclusions. At least the writer has read Darwin's works, even though he doesn't seem to understand the concepts. The main issue today is that religion has adapted it's arguments time and again to fight what they obviously see as the ultimate threat against their way of life and the way they see the world. Don't dismiss this book because of it's title. Read it and draw your own conclusions.