A review by rolandsaintlaurent
The Fugitive by Marcel Proust

3.0

And here is where my patience with Marcel reaches the breaking point. Once again Proust fills this volume with pages of beautiful prose, but Marcel's attitude towards Albertine becomes so insufferable, his character so despicable, that it was a fucking chore to finish this volume, which is funny enough the shortest one in the series. Sorely missed are the snippy dinnertime conversations and M. de Charlus' bitchiness. Instead we're "treated" to Marcel bouncing between overpowering grief, disgusting stalkerish behavior, and dickheaded indifference. Yes, Proust is giving us every aspect of human emotion. I understand that and appreciate it. However, as a reader and someone who has at this point has plowed through the majority of the series and is at the finish line, this is the first time I could say that I hated reading Marcel's internal emotional state and wanted him to just shut his mouth.