A review by likecymbeline
In Search of Lost Time: Time Regained by Marcel Proust

The first part of the last book has the most action to it. Paris in the Great War! BDSM gay brothels! But it transitions back into the type of reflection and society portraits we got accustomed to in all the other volumes. I liked the narrator's new awareness of involuntary memory, as again it struck me as what I'd been expecting from Proust. The Masque bored me again, even though I thought I might be a little interested in where the characters "ended up," if one can at this point presume anything even really ends.

It feels good to finish (I've got the Velvet Underground's "I'm Set Free" playing in my head right now). I've tried to reflect on why I decided to stay with this. I started because I had suspected I'd probably enjoy the book, but I really didn't. Nothing about the experience seemed positive. No one expected me to finish or particularly cared. But once I'd started I had to know, I couldn't stay in ignorance, I couldn't be defeated by it, and I had to have this achievement even if it is a completely meaningless one.