Having recently finished Swann's Way, and having the day before yesterday purchased In the Shadow of Young Women in Flower or whatever it's called, I must aver that Swann's Way is a late spring book, when pungencies start knocking your olfactory sense out of its winter dormancy and the youth of the season make your brain riddle itself with rueful and revisionist nostaligia. Well, ok, that may just be me, and it may also be my unique experience that I need to sail at sea, far from shore and broadband, to make any progress with Proust. Though once I, waterborne, get into the swim of things with his prose, the currents and eddies carry me along pretty rapidly.
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branchandroot
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Date: 2006-08-06 05:17 pm (UTC)