Does back to school make you nostalgic? Proust readers may identify with this columnist's take on nostalgia and the past.
Romancing the Past
Thursday, August 26, 2010
Sunday, August 15, 2010
New Proust Blogger!
Seems like summer belongs to Beach Books and not to the heavy tomes of Proust, although I am reading away in Cities of the Plain.
Here is a Proust blogger with a lot of great historical information. Interesting how two out of the three who inspired the Guermantes women did not like Proust. More Marcel!
Do take a look at this informative blog:
Who's Who in Proust
Here is a Proust blogger with a lot of great historical information. Interesting how two out of the three who inspired the Guermantes women did not like Proust. More Marcel!
Do take a look at this informative blog:
Who's Who in Proust
Wednesday, August 11, 2010
Still Reading Proust
I pick up The Cities of the Plain sometimes before bedtime and read a few pages. The narrator is back in Balbec, and Albertine blows hot an cold and lots of stuff about the "liftboy." I'm waiting for an evening with the Verdurins to unfold soon.
Another Proust reader comments in his blog: http://zukointheworld.wordpress.com/2010/08/11/still-reading-proust/
"Still reading Proust" is a state of being. The summer passes apace, with trips, house guests, gardening, bird watching and lots of meals on the grill.
It's amazing to think that Proust and his friends never knew the delights of a meal cooked over charcoal, nor did a lot of people until The Thrill of the Grill hit us. I knew someone who used a hibatchi and grilled steaks and teriyaki meat sticks many, many moons ago. My parents cooked trout in a cast iron skillet over a campfire, trout they had caught just hours before. I never expect to taste trout like that again, but if I did, surely there would be the Proustian experience of Sweetwater Lake and the funky cabins and the wood rat who worried so that my Dad (the tenderest of tender hearts) would harm her and her babies. He took the wood out of the box and left the critters be.
The trout was dipped in a mixture of cornmeal and flour and probably friend in bacon fat, maybe Crisco. How far away those days of my childhood are.
Another Proust reader comments in his blog: http://zukointheworld.wordpress.com/2010/08/11/still-reading-proust/
"Still reading Proust" is a state of being. The summer passes apace, with trips, house guests, gardening, bird watching and lots of meals on the grill.
It's amazing to think that Proust and his friends never knew the delights of a meal cooked over charcoal, nor did a lot of people until The Thrill of the Grill hit us. I knew someone who used a hibatchi and grilled steaks and teriyaki meat sticks many, many moons ago. My parents cooked trout in a cast iron skillet over a campfire, trout they had caught just hours before. I never expect to taste trout like that again, but if I did, surely there would be the Proustian experience of Sweetwater Lake and the funky cabins and the wood rat who worried so that my Dad (the tenderest of tender hearts) would harm her and her babies. He took the wood out of the box and left the critters be.
The trout was dipped in a mixture of cornmeal and flour and probably friend in bacon fat, maybe Crisco. How far away those days of my childhood are.
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