This is a classic. You have to admire Maud's mother-in-law. Obviously a lady with a certain amount of leisure.
Everyone is blogging Madame Proust as well as her great son. See below:
And yet more literary musings. Did I list this yesterday?
Sometimes it seems the entire world is Proust obsessed, except here in the Boston area where we in Red Sox Nation are World Series and the-end-of-a-perfect-baseball- season obsessed. The fete yesterday was one for the books. It's like a tsunami of energy is rolling onward.
My question: after Proust secluded himself in the cork-lined room, did he still want to go out into society? Maybe some of my readers know the answer. I have Painter's biography, but have not perused it lately.