Hmmm. You haven't quite convinced me. Proust is indeed a gap in my literary education. But reading about all the hi'falutin' French society folks and their parties—even if the narrator ultimately discovers their world is shallow—I can't quite get there. For long sentences, I'd rather read Faulkner. [ I'm with Ursula LeGuin on Hemingway (she disapproved)]. But more than that, I'd rather read one of yours. How's the next one going?
It's coming! I'm doing a bunch of research into Fitzgerald and his editor, but then part of it currently also revolves around some college students talking a Proust class ;)
I like the enchantment that some of his sentences provide. When he talks about music, or his grandmother for example.
It's like searching for a treasure. The way is sometimes long and hard but it's worth it at the end, you're blown away , unexpectedly, around the corner .And his ability to remember so precisely his inner landscape in certain periods of his life. He was an ultra-sensitive soul. I hope that the English translation does justice to the beauty of his writing.
Hmmm. You haven't quite convinced me. Proust is indeed a gap in my literary education. But reading about all the hi'falutin' French society folks and their parties—even if the narrator ultimately discovers their world is shallow—I can't quite get there. For long sentences, I'd rather read Faulkner. [ I'm with Ursula LeGuin on Hemingway (she disapproved)]. But more than that, I'd rather read one of yours. How's the next one going?
It's coming! I'm doing a bunch of research into Fitzgerald and his editor, but then part of it currently also revolves around some college students talking a Proust class ;)
I like the enchantment that some of his sentences provide. When he talks about music, or his grandmother for example.
It's like searching for a treasure. The way is sometimes long and hard but it's worth it at the end, you're blown away , unexpectedly, around the corner .And his ability to remember so precisely his inner landscape in certain periods of his life. He was an ultra-sensitive soul. I hope that the English translation does justice to the beauty of his writing.
Thanks for this post. I hope you enjoy the remaining volumes to the same extent.