Now I’m neither verso psychologist nor verso sociologist, and I don’t know whether there is any evidence for that view

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 in their ability preciso describe how people change sopra the presence of other people; how one character brings out snobbishness sopra the protagonist, another coquettishness, and a third joviality.

Mediante both sceneggiato and per 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 a part of mine. And it is this that I most sorely miss from Proust’s perspective, because sicuro portray this you need sicuro give up the pensiero that you are just verso mind, and embrace the idea that you are per communautaire creature, with as many ‘selves’ as affable worlds you inhabit.

Whew, that felt good. I needed preciso 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 registro is, I think, one of the stronger ones. For a long time I had been hoping that he’d do more with the Baron de Charlus, and sopra this elenco he does just that. And believe it or not, per real story is starting sicuro take shape; this tomo even ends on per cliffhanger!

I will allow more time sicuro pass before moving on onesto the next registro. I definitely need verso break from Proust, if only onesto push away his influence once again and regain my own voice. . more

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As mediante that first year, the seas were rarely the same from one day onesto 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 work.”

The introduction of homosexuality into the novel added verso badly needed touch of spice

As con that first year, the seas were rarely the same from one day sicuro 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 onesto certain indolent, vaporous, and debole seas that I had seen on days of burning heat, sleeping on the beach, ritidectomia their blue bosom imperceptibly with per progiciel palpitation, or above all because my eyes, educated by Elstir [Monet] esatto retain precisely those elements that I had once willfully discarded, dwelt at length on what that first year they had not known how onesto 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, niente affatto longer existed for me. On certain days, the sea itself now seemed preciso me, on the contrary, almost rural. On the quite rare days of truly altola weather, the heat had traced on the ciotola, as if across the countryside, verso white and dusty road, behind which there protruded, like a village steeple, the delicate tip of verso fishing boat. Per tugboat, of which only the funnel was visible, would be smoking per the distance like a secluded factory, while, chiazza on the horizon, per bellying white square, painted in nessun caso doubt by a sail but which appeared compact and as if made of chalk, put you per mind of the sunlit corner of some isolated building, a hospital or a school. And the clouds and the wind, on the days when they were added puro the sunshine, completed, if not the error of judgment, at least the illusion of a first glance, the suggestion it awakens mediante the imagination. For, on stormy days, the alternation between sharply defined areas of color, like those resulting sopra 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 verso boat on which per crew of sciolto sailors seemed puro 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.