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eliathereader's review against another edition
4.0
Benim için çok farklı bir okuma deneyimi oldu Kayıp Zamanın İzinde. Her ay bir cildini okuyarak ilerledim ve bu süre içerisinde edebiyat anlayışımı sarsmayı ve yeniden farklı bir şekilde oluşturmayı başardı. Bazı kitaplardan eskisi kadar keyif alamazken bazı kitaplardan beklemediğim bir keyfi almaya başladım. Proust okuma anlayışımın dönüm noktasını oluşturdu. Yakalanan Zaman döngünün son kısmını anlatıyor ve bir arayışa odaklanırken geçmişle bugün arasında gidip geliyor. Beğendim, yoruldum, bitirdim.
ericfheiman's review against another edition
4.0
I’d say 4.5 stars, and maybe the best of the series. Death supersedes love at my age…
galatee's review against another edition
5.0
ces dernières pages, une des plus belles lectures de ma vie
ajitate's review against another edition
4.0
Well it's been quite a journey! It's taken a few years for me to get through all the volumes of this feted work and coincidentally I finished the great journey of Virginia Woolfs diaries and letters only two days ago also, so I will always think of them in parallel as they have both kept me such wonderful company so long.
In this last book Proust gathers all his loose threads together criss-crossing all the 'ways' and characters together into a plait showing how they all relate. Finally, the plait is tied in a neat bow and that bow is Mlle de Saint-Loup, grandaughter of Odette and Swan (the Meseglise Way) and the Guermantes line (the Guermantes Way), and daughter of Gilberte and Robert de Saint-Loup. A satisfying end to a long and winding journey where the path was studded with gold.
In this last book Proust gathers all his loose threads together criss-crossing all the 'ways' and characters together into a plait showing how they all relate. Finally, the plait is tied in a neat bow and that bow is Mlle de Saint-Loup, grandaughter of Odette and Swan (the Meseglise Way) and the Guermantes line (the Guermantes Way), and daughter of Gilberte and Robert de Saint-Loup. A satisfying end to a long and winding journey where the path was studded with gold.
lindseysparks's review against another edition
3.0
I'm finished!!!!!! I didn't manage to finish before my trip to Paris in October, but I did manage to finish this year. I'm not sure I can say I liked it, but I am glad I read it. I don't think it needed to be so long. I think he rambles too much - and I know that's the point - but I did like his musings on the passage of time and how people change and how we're not always good at seeing how we've changed. It's much easier to look at your former classmates and see that they are getting old, but much harder to see that you are also getting old. Memories are also hard to see clearly. We may vividly remember things one way only to talk to someone else who remembers it totally differently. None of us see the world exactly the same way anyone else does.
teresac's review against another edition
reflective
slow-paced
- Plot- or character-driven? Character
- Strong character development? It's complicated
- Loveable characters? No
- Diverse cast of characters? No
- Flaws of characters a main focus? It's complicated
4.5
lizardking_no1's review against another edition
reflective
relaxing
slow-paced
- Plot- or character-driven? Character
- Strong character development? Yes
- Loveable characters? Yes
- Diverse cast of characters? Yes
- Flaws of characters a main focus? No
5.0
michaelwong's review against another edition
5.0
"I imagined that the Seine, flowing through the oops formed by the bridges and the reflexion of their arches in the water, must resemble the Bosporus." p. 77
"...the remarkable disproportion between the distance he covered and the few seconds he took to execute this sortie..." p. 78
"If I really had the soul of an artist, what pleasure would I not derive...in those little flowers growing along the roadbed and raising their heads almost to the step of the railway carriage, so near I could count their petals, but I shall take good heed not to describe their color, for who can hope to convey to another a pleasure he has not himself felt?" p. 110
"...the letters that made up that name, so familiar yet so mysterious...declared their independence and seemed to outline before my weary eyes a name that was strange to me." p. 111
"began thinking again of that lassitude, that weariness with which I had tried the evening “before to note the railway line which separated the shadow from the light upon the trees in one of the most beautiful countrysides in France. Certainly such intellectual conclusions as I had drawn from these thoughts did not affect my sensibility so cruelly to-day, but they remained the same” p. 117
"...one of my feet stepped on a flagstone lower than the one next it. In that instant all my discouragement disappeared and I was possessed by the same felicity which at different moments of my life had given me...” p. 118-119
The flagstones are my favorite passage of all volumes.
"...I understood too clearly that the sensation of the uneven flagstones, the stiffness of the napkin and the savour of the adeleine had awakened in me something that had no relation to what I used to endeavour to recall to mind..." p. 121
"...the remarkable disproportion between the distance he covered and the few seconds he took to execute this sortie..." p. 78
"If I really had the soul of an artist, what pleasure would I not derive...in those little flowers growing along the roadbed and raising their heads almost to the step of the railway carriage, so near I could count their petals, but I shall take good heed not to describe their color, for who can hope to convey to another a pleasure he has not himself felt?" p. 110
"...the letters that made up that name, so familiar yet so mysterious...declared their independence and seemed to outline before my weary eyes a name that was strange to me." p. 111
"began thinking again of that lassitude, that weariness with which I had tried the evening “before to note the railway line which separated the shadow from the light upon the trees in one of the most beautiful countrysides in France. Certainly such intellectual conclusions as I had drawn from these thoughts did not affect my sensibility so cruelly to-day, but they remained the same” p. 117
"...one of my feet stepped on a flagstone lower than the one next it. In that instant all my discouragement disappeared and I was possessed by the same felicity which at different moments of my life had given me...” p. 118-119
The flagstones are my favorite passage of all volumes.
"...I understood too clearly that the sensation of the uneven flagstones, the stiffness of the napkin and the savour of the adeleine had awakened in me something that had no relation to what I used to endeavour to recall to mind..." p. 121