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cle_mrl's review against another edition
je pourrais écrire des pages sur mon amour pour ce livre mais je résumerai ma critique à: masterclass
kippenautomat's review against another edition
5.0
shoegaze deftones
donnie darko
taxi driver marlboro lights
bojack horseman
draingang kickflip
shrooms yeah i play guitar
let's makeout
donnie darko
taxi driver marlboro lights
bojack horseman
draingang kickflip
shrooms yeah i play guitar
let's makeout
casparb's review
marcel i'm gon get u
this one is REALLy good we're gently just allowed little glimpses at the wider shape of things, the parallelisms with vol. 1. This volume allows itself more aphoristic prose as well as the famous LONG sentence. proust is cheekily mocking by hypothetically just possibly supposing that our unnamed protagonist were named Marcel, then she would say 'darling marcel!'. the Real Concerns become clearer WITH the event, thus
What attaches us to people are the countless roots, the innumerable threads which are our memories of last night, our hopes for tomorrow morning, the continuous weft of habit from which we can never free ourselves.
getting in2 TECHNOLOGY there's a beautiful moment where we encounter an aeroplane, from afar, by sound at first (SOUND IN THIS VOL! Albertine's me faire casser le pot...). (was reminded of dalloway's plane{s}, I think my favourite part of that novel) .. this develops into a Benjaminian thought on adaptation and awe, how trains, too, must have evoked the same sensation..
I think this is such a great showcase piece. whereas long novels are ungainly, so often collapse - and they don't get much longer than this - this feels different, like the cruelty of setting off one of those million piece domino tracks. ultimately,
I told myself that after all it might be the case that, if Vinteuil's phrases seemed to be the expression of certain states of soul analogous to that which I had experienced when I tasted the madeleine soaked in tea, there was nothing to assure me that the vagueness of such states was a sign of their profundity rather than of our not having yet learned to analyse them, so that there might be nothing more real in them than in other states. And yet that happiness, that sense of certainty in happiness while I was drinking the cup of tea, or when I smelt in the Champs-Elysées a smell of mouldering wood, was not an illusion.
-- our not yet having learned to analyse them...
this one is REALLy good we're gently just allowed little glimpses at the wider shape of things, the parallelisms with vol. 1. This volume allows itself more aphoristic prose as well as the famous LONG sentence. proust is cheekily mocking by hypothetically just possibly supposing that our unnamed protagonist were named Marcel, then she would say 'darling marcel!'. the Real Concerns become clearer WITH the event, thus
What attaches us to people are the countless roots, the innumerable threads which are our memories of last night, our hopes for tomorrow morning, the continuous weft of habit from which we can never free ourselves.
getting in2 TECHNOLOGY there's a beautiful moment where we encounter an aeroplane, from afar, by sound at first (SOUND IN THIS VOL! Albertine's me faire casser le pot...). (was reminded of dalloway's plane{s}, I think my favourite part of that novel) .. this develops into a Benjaminian thought on adaptation and awe, how trains, too, must have evoked the same sensation..
I think this is such a great showcase piece. whereas long novels are ungainly, so often collapse - and they don't get much longer than this - this feels different, like the cruelty of setting off one of those million piece domino tracks. ultimately,
I told myself that after all it might be the case that, if Vinteuil's phrases seemed to be the expression of certain states of soul analogous to that which I had experienced when I tasted the madeleine soaked in tea, there was nothing to assure me that the vagueness of such states was a sign of their profundity rather than of our not having yet learned to analyse them, so that there might be nothing more real in them than in other states. And yet that happiness, that sense of certainty in happiness while I was drinking the cup of tea, or when I smelt in the Champs-Elysées a smell of mouldering wood, was not an illusion.
-- our not yet having learned to analyse them...
patfield's review
challenging
emotional
reflective
relaxing
sad
slow-paced
- Plot- or character-driven? Character
- Strong character development? Yes
- Loveable characters? It's complicated
- Diverse cast of characters? Yes
- Flaws of characters a main focus? Yes
5.0
chicokc's review against another edition
4.0
En este tomo se explora el tema de los celos que tiene Marcelo de Albertina, y como no la deja ni salir sin su consentimiento, de ahí el título del libro.
radahldo's review against another edition
challenging
dark
emotional
slow-paced
- Plot- or character-driven? Character
- Strong character development? It's complicated
- Loveable characters? Yes
- Diverse cast of characters? It's complicated
- Flaws of characters a main focus? Yes
5.0
cvall96's review
5.0
Stunning. They’re right. They’re right! The greatest novel. Good LORD it’s got everything! AND IT’S NOT OVER YET, FOLKS.
This was my favorite installment since Swann’s Way. The society scenes reach their gorgeous climax: Mme Verdurin (the rare society woman with good taste) schemes the downfall of the Baron de Charlus by turning his boy-toy lover Morel against him — in front
of the whole of the Parisian aristocracy. Marcel hears the completed work of a composer he’s long admired and suddenly understands the meaning and place of art in his life — the way I felt watching all of Demy, or all of the Ozus at Film Forum last summer. And need I say more about the fact that this reveals, at last!, in excruciating detail, the awful painful terrible truths surrounding the morbid institution of love — or would we do better to call it DESIRE???
Wonder how it’s all gonna end up for neurotic mess of a struggling author Marcel. Maybe now that Albertine is not in his life, he can, I dunno, focus on his writing …
This was my favorite installment since Swann’s Way. The society scenes reach their gorgeous climax: Mme Verdurin (the rare society woman with good taste) schemes the downfall of the Baron de Charlus by turning his boy-toy lover Morel against him — in front
of the whole of the Parisian aristocracy. Marcel hears the completed work of a composer he’s long admired and suddenly understands the meaning and place of art in his life — the way I felt watching all of Demy, or all of the Ozus at Film Forum last summer. And need I say more about the fact that this reveals, at last!, in excruciating detail, the awful painful terrible truths surrounding the morbid institution of love — or would we do better to call it DESIRE???
Wonder how it’s all gonna end up for neurotic mess of a struggling author Marcel. Maybe now that Albertine is not in his life, he can, I dunno, focus on his writing …
petragrlpwr's review against another edition
dark
reflective
slow-paced
- Plot- or character-driven? Character
- Strong character development? N/A
- Loveable characters? No
- Diverse cast of characters? No
- Flaws of characters a main focus? Yes
3.0
Content Warnings
Graphic: Misogyny
eliathereader's review against another edition
4.0
Yorucu evet ama her kısmına değiyor. Kıskançlıklar, yalanlar, gözlemler bu cilde damgasını vurmuş. Sonu beklediğim gibi bitti ama devamında neler olacağını merak ediyorum.
zjanda's review
challenging
emotional
reflective
slow-paced
- Plot- or character-driven? Character
- Strong character development? Yes
- Loveable characters? No
- Diverse cast of characters? It's complicated
- Flaws of characters a main focus? Yes
4.5
Jealousy love self and others. Filling in the gaps with our own baggage. The stories we tell ourselves and others. We know not what we do and how could we expect to.
I never know what to say about these books but they touch the space between ourselves and our experience unlike anything I’ve read before.
I never know what to say about these books but they touch the space between ourselves and our experience unlike anything I’ve read before.