Sunday, November 18, 2007

Remembering Proust's Death

I always wondered who mourned him most. His brother? The servants? No wife, no children, only one sibling, parents long gone. Was he lonely?

He had his great work, and must have been racing to finish it before death overtook him. Was he in a frenzy? Did he rework his sentences over and over? The last volume is to my mind, the greatest.

These are some of the things I don't know about Proust. In many ways, the more I read and the more I learn, the less I know.


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