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The Fugitive by Marcel Proust
5.0
“Every woman feels that, the greater is her power over a man, the more her only way of leaving him is just to take flight. She becomes a fugitive precisely because she was a queen, this inevitable” (8).
“Suffering, as the aftermath of an unwelcome moral shock, aspires to change form . . . “(13).
Pg 15 he takes a little girl home to sit on his lap. WTF?
Saint-Loup seems to find Albertine unattractive. There seems to be a belittling tone since Albertine left.
“In short, Albertine, like a stone covered in snow, was no more than the core of an immense construction elaborated by my heart” (22).
Pg 44 La Berma dies. He notes this in passing.
“But a woman whom we are keeping does not seem to us to be a kept woman as long as we know that she is not being kept by anyone else” (51).
Pg 54 acknowledges that Francoise might have something to do with Albertine leaving.
God, how he belittles her. Manipulative bastard.
Go parents of the little girl. Dude, you took a little girl off the street for her to sit on your lap. It’s good that you are now afraid to do that again.
Saint-Loup is plotting to get someone fired because why?
Pg 64 Albertine is apparently dead. I am surprisingly pissed off at this news. I mean if she is really dead, she was fridged before Gail coined the term fridged. And now we have more sads.
“In such moments, connecting my grandmother’s death with that of Albertine, it seemed to be me that my life was besmirched by a double murder for which the only the cowardice of society could forgive me” (85).
And you take little girls off the street to sit on your lap.
Pg 88 – Marcel notes the similarity to Swann. So he is aware of his desire or slight hero worship. I am not even sure that it is hero worship. He just seemed to find Swann admirable in some way. I think that’s why he was “in love” with Gilberte. Who he is still mentioning.
“Yet after a certain age out loves and our mistresses are daughters of our anguish: our past and the physical lesion written whose line lines it lies inscribed, determine our future” (94).
I’m really angry at Albertine is dead. I need to get that Anne Carson book that popped up on the Goodreads feed – the poems about Albertine. Pamphlet book.
I’m glad that the young girl who had to sit on his lap had parents that stood up for her and reported him to the police. But now he has been traumatized by the experience. Dude, maybe you should leave young girls alone.
It is making think about Consent by Vanessa Springora because if that is about how relationships with young girls were viewed. The police inspector looks the other way.
For some reason I don’t really believe Aime with all the stories about Albertine and the ladies. It feels like he is saying what Marcel the narrator wants to hear.
“It is perhaps in this way that a kind of cutting taken from a person and grafted on to another person’s heart continues to live on when the person whom it has been detached has perished” (115).
This first chapter after the death of Albertine where he is even spying on her after death is creepy.
“The problem with people is that for us they are no more than prints in our mental museum, which fade on exposure” (151).
“Once more, as when I had stopped seeing Gilberte, a love for women surged up within me, freed of any exclusive association with a particular woman once loved, and wafted like those essences liberated by death and decay and which float suspended in the spring breeze, asking only to be united with some new entity” (156).
“And sometimes reading a rather sad novel carried me suddenly backward, for some novels are like a period of great mourning which abolishes habit and puts us once more in touch with the reality of life, but for a few ours only, as does a nightmare for the force of habit, the oblivion that it procures and the gaiety that it restores as the brain is unable to resist them and reestablish the truth are infinitely stronger than event he most hypnotic suggestions of a beautiful book, which, like all suggestions, have a fleeting effect” (156-157).
He talks of holding a secret over the girl, the one he believes to be d’Eporcherville. He is willing to blackmail her and besmirch her reputation just because he wants sex.
Forchevile = Gilberte
“We have only formless, fragmented visions of the world, which we fill out with arbitrary associations of ideas, creating dangerous suggestions” (170).
Odette left a rich widow who mourns and then marries Forcheville.
On Mme Guermaantes deciding to met Odette and Gilberte after the death of Swann, “For whereas three-quarters of the human race flatters the living and take no notice of
“It is not because others have died that our affection for them weakens, it is because we ourselves are dying” (194).
“ . . as beautiful as an angel but as wicked as a witch” (236).
Jupien’s niece dies of typhoid.
Saint Loup is gay? Well that explains much.
The Venice passage was lovely.
I feel sorry for Gilberte.
Marcel doesn’t really seem to like women and is basically a man whore.
Poor Jupien’s niece who doesn’t even get given a name. Poor women in this book. IT does pick up some of the same these as Sodom. He is obsessed with homosexuality.
Saint-loup taking up with Morel is a bit strange.
The telegram mistake seems a bit far fetched. It’s like reading the accounts from the Titanic sinking where the British say everyone who was American or English was heroic but those Italians were cowards.
Marcel is so self centered.
“Suffering, as the aftermath of an unwelcome moral shock, aspires to change form . . . “(13).
Pg 15 he takes a little girl home to sit on his lap. WTF?
Saint-Loup seems to find Albertine unattractive. There seems to be a belittling tone since Albertine left.
“In short, Albertine, like a stone covered in snow, was no more than the core of an immense construction elaborated by my heart” (22).
Pg 44 La Berma dies. He notes this in passing.
“But a woman whom we are keeping does not seem to us to be a kept woman as long as we know that she is not being kept by anyone else” (51).
Pg 54 acknowledges that Francoise might have something to do with Albertine leaving.
God, how he belittles her. Manipulative bastard.
Go parents of the little girl. Dude, you took a little girl off the street for her to sit on your lap. It’s good that you are now afraid to do that again.
Saint-Loup is plotting to get someone fired because why?
Pg 64 Albertine is apparently dead. I am surprisingly pissed off at this news. I mean if she is really dead, she was fridged before Gail coined the term fridged. And now we have more sads.
“In such moments, connecting my grandmother’s death with that of Albertine, it seemed to be me that my life was besmirched by a double murder for which the only the cowardice of society could forgive me” (85).
And you take little girls off the street to sit on your lap.
Pg 88 – Marcel notes the similarity to Swann. So he is aware of his desire or slight hero worship. I am not even sure that it is hero worship. He just seemed to find Swann admirable in some way. I think that’s why he was “in love” with Gilberte. Who he is still mentioning.
“Yet after a certain age out loves and our mistresses are daughters of our anguish: our past and the physical lesion written whose line lines it lies inscribed, determine our future” (94).
I’m really angry at Albertine is dead. I need to get that Anne Carson book that popped up on the Goodreads feed – the poems about Albertine. Pamphlet book.
I’m glad that the young girl who had to sit on his lap had parents that stood up for her and reported him to the police. But now he has been traumatized by the experience. Dude, maybe you should leave young girls alone.
It is making think about Consent by Vanessa Springora because if that is about how relationships with young girls were viewed. The police inspector looks the other way.
For some reason I don’t really believe Aime with all the stories about Albertine and the ladies. It feels like he is saying what Marcel the narrator wants to hear.
“It is perhaps in this way that a kind of cutting taken from a person and grafted on to another person’s heart continues to live on when the person whom it has been detached has perished” (115).
This first chapter after the death of Albertine where he is even spying on her after death is creepy.
“The problem with people is that for us they are no more than prints in our mental museum, which fade on exposure” (151).
“Once more, as when I had stopped seeing Gilberte, a love for women surged up within me, freed of any exclusive association with a particular woman once loved, and wafted like those essences liberated by death and decay and which float suspended in the spring breeze, asking only to be united with some new entity” (156).
“And sometimes reading a rather sad novel carried me suddenly backward, for some novels are like a period of great mourning which abolishes habit and puts us once more in touch with the reality of life, but for a few ours only, as does a nightmare for the force of habit, the oblivion that it procures and the gaiety that it restores as the brain is unable to resist them and reestablish the truth are infinitely stronger than event he most hypnotic suggestions of a beautiful book, which, like all suggestions, have a fleeting effect” (156-157).
He talks of holding a secret over the girl, the one he believes to be d’Eporcherville. He is willing to blackmail her and besmirch her reputation just because he wants sex.
Forchevile = Gilberte
“We have only formless, fragmented visions of the world, which we fill out with arbitrary associations of ideas, creating dangerous suggestions” (170).
Odette left a rich widow who mourns and then marries Forcheville.
On Mme Guermaantes deciding to met Odette and Gilberte after the death of Swann, “For whereas three-quarters of the human race flatters the living and take no notice of
“It is not because others have died that our affection for them weakens, it is because we ourselves are dying” (194).
“ . . as beautiful as an angel but as wicked as a witch” (236).
Jupien’s niece dies of typhoid.
Saint Loup is gay? Well that explains much.
The Venice passage was lovely.
I feel sorry for Gilberte.
Marcel doesn’t really seem to like women and is basically a man whore.
Poor Jupien’s niece who doesn’t even get given a name. Poor women in this book. IT does pick up some of the same these as Sodom. He is obsessed with homosexuality.
Saint-loup taking up with Morel is a bit strange.
The telegram mistake seems a bit far fetched. It’s like reading the accounts from the Titanic sinking where the British say everyone who was American or English was heroic but those Italians were cowards.
Marcel is so self centered.