Writer 1859: My Great English Literary Empire

Later someone commented on this period. Dickens sat in the center of London, writing about people struggling in the fog, and the whole of London was following his serialization. People say this is the ceiling of realism. But on the other side of the strait, Flaubert wrote "Madame Bovary", and he accurately cut through human nature. The French said that from then on prose had a new standard, Further east, Tolstoy was still a young aristocratic officer who had just returned from the Caucasus. No one knew what his future would be like. This was the literary sky of 1859, and no one thought it was lacking anything. But at this moment, someone asked again. What about Michael Eagleam? The others looked at him blankly. "What are you talking about? Of course Mr. Igram has no part in this." Yes, after all, he is recognized as the uncrowned emperor of European literature. He was evaluated by the Royal Prussian Society as "an alternative that only appeared in a century", and the Russians secretly said: We will never catch up with him. Everyone knows that he should not be involved in the selection, after all, it is too unfair to others.