A review by allisonjpmiller
The Prisoner by Marcel Proust

3.0

In terms of literary merit, Proust is always a five-star read, but these last two volumes have taken our intrepid narrator into territory I don't particularly like following him through. He's become a bit too much like the bored rich folks he's always scrutinizing ... and yet—I do admire his complete transparency. You'll get some sense and self-awareness knocked into you by journey's end, won't you, M? That's why you're bothering making all these humiliating confessions in the first place.

I believe in you! Even though, dear God in heaven, you should've let Albertine go live her best life in peace 500 pages ago. Get over yourself, dude.

On to The Fugitive ...