Sunday, June 27, 2010

The Apple Trees in the Countryside around Balbec in Spring

I read the most beautiful passage two nights ago.  Proust is back in Balbec wanting to get together with Albertine.  He grandmother has died and he mourns her.  It is not summer, but spring, and the sea and the landscape are very different than during the high season of summer. 
From The Cities of the Plain

Describing the lush blossoms on the apple trees.   ". . . these apple-trees were there in the heart of the country, like peasants, upon one of the highroads of France.  Then the rays of the sun gave place suddenly to those of the rain; they streaked the whole horizon, caught the line of apple-trees in their grey net.  But they continued to hold aloft their beauty, pink and blooming, in the wind that had turned icy beneath the drench rain; it was a day in spring. 


I loved this breathtaking passage of trees and weather and comparing the trees to the peasants, the sudden rainstorm and the prosaic ending:  it was a day in spring. 


Ah, Proust!  You put us all to shame. 

The second photo is taken at Giverney.  


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Friday, June 11, 2010

Montblanc Proust Pen

Rats!  Just when I thought I had the perfect (parfait) Father's Day gift.  No price.  Does that tell you something?


Proust Pen

Thursday, June 10, 2010

Reading Proust for Fun

Amazing how many readers are blogging Proust.  It almost beats Cat Blog Friday.  


 Here is another blogger.  http://readproust.blogspot.com/


I am still plodding through Sodom and Gomorrah, and not at warp speed, either.  Many irons in the fire.  Planted the garden, trying to finish my novel, getting ready for house guests, toastmasters speeches, yada, yada.  I realized the other day how moth eaten my volume looks.  Maybe it's time to invest in a new book. 

Off to watch Treme, the Mardi Gras episode.   I think Marcel would have liked Mardi Gras.  I can just see him, all bundled up, wandering the city of New Orleans, having a drink here and there, and listening to the music, examining the costumes, pondering the meanings, his lips curved in a faint smile.   Later he would write it all down. 








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