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A review by casparb
Time Regained by Marcel Proust
I feel like i've landed somewhere. i'll do a more sweeping sense of this series in the review here for the single book.
a lot of the time when I read a book I think will be worthwhile, I note down page numbers I think will be useful in the front cover. My edition includes the last three volumes of À La Recherche, but I think my pages are telling:
92, 197, 345, 388, 606, 638, 863, 899, 903, 905, 908, 910, 926, 960, 969, 971, 978, 1088, 1094, 1103, 1105, 1107.
Volume 6 begins at page 425. This volume begins at 709. Things expand, rapidly
In this final installment, it's made clear very soon that the first world war has taken over. Proust even describes a blackout during a bombing raid - "I thought of that day when, on my way to la Raspelière, I had met an aeroplane and my horse had reared as at the apparition of a god. Now, I thought, it would be a different meeting -- with the god of evil, who would kill me." which reminded me of Eliot's description of warplanes, twenty years later over london in Little Gidding as 'the dark dove with the flickering tongue'.
I'm going to suggest that this is the most aphoristic & effectively so , in most ways the most beautiful. Also the most serious in terms of, appropriately, confronting Time. It's remarkably Einsteinian, as I'm sure everybody says.
I don't want to give this one too much away. I encourage you to try for it though - you don't have to believe me but it's worth the effort. genius is a really unhelpful term, it makes a pedestal. I don't want to use it, though I understand why people do. .. maybe marcel convinced me too much on page 1089, I thought more modestly of my book and it would be inaccurate to say that I thought of those who would read it as "my" readers. For it seemed to me that they would not be "my" readers but the readers of their own selves, my book being merely a sort of magnifying glass like those which the optician at Combray used to offer his customers -- it would be my book, but with its help I would furnish them with the means of reading what lay inside themselves
maybe if ur jaded that sounds a little Life Is A Journey .. . but how else do you use your time
a lot of the time when I read a book I think will be worthwhile, I note down page numbers I think will be useful in the front cover. My edition includes the last three volumes of À La Recherche, but I think my pages are telling:
92, 197, 345, 388, 606, 638, 863, 899, 903, 905, 908, 910, 926, 960, 969, 971, 978, 1088, 1094, 1103, 1105, 1107.
Volume 6 begins at page 425. This volume begins at 709. Things expand, rapidly
In this final installment, it's made clear very soon that the first world war has taken over. Proust even describes a blackout during a bombing raid - "I thought of that day when, on my way to la Raspelière, I had met an aeroplane and my horse had reared as at the apparition of a god. Now, I thought, it would be a different meeting -- with the god of evil, who would kill me." which reminded me of Eliot's description of warplanes, twenty years later over london in Little Gidding as 'the dark dove with the flickering tongue'.
I'm going to suggest that this is the most aphoristic & effectively so , in most ways the most beautiful. Also the most serious in terms of, appropriately, confronting Time. It's remarkably Einsteinian, as I'm sure everybody says.
I don't want to give this one too much away. I encourage you to try for it though - you don't have to believe me but it's worth the effort. genius is a really unhelpful term, it makes a pedestal. I don't want to use it, though I understand why people do. .. maybe marcel convinced me too much on page 1089, I thought more modestly of my book and it would be inaccurate to say that I thought of those who would read it as "my" readers. For it seemed to me that they would not be "my" readers but the readers of their own selves, my book being merely a sort of magnifying glass like those which the optician at Combray used to offer his customers -- it would be my book, but with its help I would furnish them with the means of reading what lay inside themselves
maybe if ur jaded that sounds a little Life Is A Journey .. . but how else do you use your time