Yesterday was an early to rise day, and we watched "Mad Men," and finally at 11:30 I climbed into bed. Tried to read a little more of the endless reception in The Guermantes Way. Before I was through a page, yea, even a paragraph (we know M.P. can write ultra-long paragraphs) I had the sensation of eyes closing, page unread, and into dreamland it was.
Not the first time this has happened. Will I ever finish The Guermantes Way?
One blogger has issues with The Prisoner, which I know as The Captive. If confessions are in order, I admit that I always found this one of the more tedious volumes of the novel. Tedious the max.
On starting Proust’s Prisoner:
Here is another blogger's response:
Thoughts from Proust, AKA a “Frenchman.”
I am going to survive Mme. Villeparisis party eventually. I think.
Odette, who showed up at the reception and spoke to Marcel who was rather tongue-tied.