A review by cvall96
The Prisoner by Marcel Proust

5.0

Stunning. They’re right. They’re right! The greatest novel. Good LORD it’s got everything! AND IT’S NOT OVER YET, FOLKS.

This was my favorite installment since Swann’s Way. The society scenes reach their gorgeous climax: Mme Verdurin (the rare society woman with good taste) schemes the downfall of the Baron de Charlus by turning his boy-toy lover Morel against him — in front
of the whole of the Parisian aristocracy. Marcel hears the completed work of a composer he’s long admired and suddenly understands the meaning and place of art in his life — the way I felt watching all of Demy, or all of the Ozus at Film Forum last summer. And need I say more about the fact that this reveals, at last!, in excruciating detail, the awful painful terrible truths surrounding the morbid institution of love — or would we do better to call it DESIRE???

Wonder how it’s all gonna end up for neurotic mess of a struggling author Marcel. Maybe now that Albertine is not in his life, he can, I dunno, focus on his writing …