Until then, I will dwell on my memories
But it certainly seems true to my experience. And for me, some of the most talented novelists are so wonderful partially because they can capture this phenomenon of chemistry. Consider two great writers I mentioned above, Tolstoy and Austen. Both of them, so different sopra many ways, are similar con their ability onesto describe how people change con the presence of other people; how one character brings out snobbishness con the protagonist, another coquettishness, and per third joviality.
Mediante both fiction and sopra life, I love to see how personalities interact. Why? Because it is this experience that makes me most strongly feel that I am not an island; that I am part of the world of everyone around me, and they are per part of mine. And it is this that I most sorely miss from Proust’s perspective, because onesto portray this you need onesto give up the intenzione that you are just verso mind, and embrace the ispirazione that you are verso agreable creature, with as many ‘selves’ as social worlds you inhabit.
Whew, that felt good. I needed puro get all that off my chest. The truth is, I can criticize Proust until I run out of breath, but I still love this novel. And this tomo is, I think, one of the stronger ones. For per long time I had been hoping that he’d do more with the Baron de Charlus, and sopra this libro he does just that. And believe it or not, per real story is starting esatto take shape; this elenco even ends on a cliffhanger!
I will allow more time onesto pass before moving on to the next libro. I definitely need a break from Proust, if only esatto push away his influence once again and regain my own voice. . more
“The transmutation of sensation into sentiment, the ebb and tide of memory, waves of emotions such as desire, jealousy, and artistic euphoria-this is the material of this enormous and yet singularly light and translucent rete informatica.”
As mediante that first year, the seas were rarely the same from one day preciso the next. But they scarcely resembled t “The whole is a treasure hunt where the treasure is time and the hiding place is the past”
“The transmutation of sensation into sentiment, the ebb and tide of memory, waves of emotions such as desire, jealousy, and artistic euphoria-this is the material of this enormous and yet singularly light and translucent rete informatica.”
The introduction of homosexuality into the novel added a badly needed touch of spice
As sopra that first year, the seas were rarely the same from one day to the next. But they scarcely resembled those of that first year, on the other hand, either because now it was spring, with its storms, or because, even if I had che razza di on the same date as the first occasion, the different, more changeable weather might not have recommended this coast preciso insecable indolent, vaporous, and effimero seas that I had seen on days of burning heat, Corea donne in cerca di matrimonio sleeping on the beach, lifting their blue bosom imperceptibly with verso software palpitation, or above all because my eyes, educated by Elstir [Monet] sicuro retain precisely those elements that I had once willfully discarded, dwelt at length on what that first year they had not known how esatto see. The opposition that had so struck me then, between the rustic excursions I took with Mme de Villeparisis and this fluid, inaccessible, mythological vicinity of the everlasting Ocean, mai longer existed for me. On indivisible days, the sea itself now seemed puro me, on the contrary, almost rural. On the quite rare days of truly basta weather, the heat had traced on the water, as if across the countryside, a white and dusty road, behind which there protruded, like verso village steeple, the delicate tip of a fishing boat. Per tugboat, of which only the funnel was visible, would be smoking per the distance like per secluded factory, while, aureola on the horizon, a bellying white square, painted mai doubt by a sail but which appeared compact and as if made of chalk, put you sopra mind of the sunlit spigolo of some isolated building, verso hospital or per school. And the clouds and the wind, on the days when they were added preciso the sunshine, completed, if not the error of judgment, at least the illusion of verso first glance, the suggestion it awakens mediante the imagination. For, on stormy days, the alternation between sharply defined areas of color, like those resulting mediante the countryside from the contiguity of different crops, the harsh, yellow, as if muddy irregularities of the sea’s surface, the embankments and slopes that hid from view a boat on which verso crew of fluido sailors seemed to be harvesting, all this made of the ocean something as varied, as consistent, as uneven, as populous, as civilized, as the land that was navigable, where I would before long be driving again.