Sunday Morning! “How Proust Can Change Your Life” BBC2
I’m feeling a bit under the weather this week, so I think I will let Ralph Fiennes and the BBC fill in for me with “How Proust Can Change Your Life”
I’m feeling a bit under the weather this week, so I think I will let Ralph Fiennes and the BBC fill in for me with “How Proust Can Change Your Life”
The Prisoner by Marcel Proust’s depiction of doomed and obsessive sexual jealousy is not nearly as bleak as I remembered. It’s tragic, but it’s a light tragedy.
Proust is showing us the world that was in terminal decline by the first world war and asking the important question: What did we lose?
Sodom and Gomorrah by Marcel Proust: In which the love that dare not speak its name finally speaks- at great length.
We’re halfway through Marcel Proust’s epic The Guermantes Way and Death makes an appearance or two to complicate matters.
The Guermantes Way by Marcel Proust: On worshipping and serving others in the social world of Volume 3 of “In Search of Lost Time”
As we finish Marcel Proust’s “In the Shadow of Young Girls in Flower” our hero heads to the beach and meets an artist, a marquis, and a band of young girls who will alter the course of his life and imagination, whether or not he ever really knows them.
In “In the Shadow of Young Girls in Flower” by Marcel Proust, our hero goes through the changes of adolescence, in which he sees things loved from afar close up, and watches their proportions and values shrink or enlarge greatly.
Let anyone who has never debased themselves for a mismatched love cast the first snark. Finishing the first volume of Proust.
And now, Proust immerses us in his remembered social milieu like a sponge cake in tea, and rhapsodizes about the myriad joys and pains of everyday existence. His young narrator overflows with delight.
In a sense, it feels doubly-appropriate to reread Proust in middle age because so much of his novel is about the attempt to snatch our memories from the oblivion of the past.
The Apple Tree is an eerie seasonal tale about a widower and a familiar old tree to end the year. Next year, let’s read Proust!
It’s hard to imagine a poet having more professional success and personal tragedy than Longfellow, and yet he wrote this steadfast call to hope during one of the nation’s most miserable of Christmases.
Like the recent HBO series, I consumed “Lovecraft Country” ravenously, like I was a dripping protoplasmic monster too terrible to behold.
This week I read two novels by Hari Kunzru, a modern magician of storytelling, though the tricks worked better in one of them for my tastes.
This week, If Beale Street Could Talk and Riot Baby, two stories, 46 years apart, about young Black men imprisoned, a disturbingly perennial theme
In reality, it was never much of a record shop. But, for many of us, Hammer City Records was home.
This great little novel suggests that surrealism might be the only way to write about the strangeness of the human body.
We are children of the Enlightenment. Alas, according to this study, we are also shaped by the attacks that shaped the Enlightenment.
Pessoa was that modernist type: a tiny man with a limited social life and an unfathomably rich and grandiose imaginary one.