The interesting Proust posts have dried up, and so has, currently my reading. I'm editing a just completed novel of mine (suspense), and trying to get another one ready for the Kindle. And sending out stories and poems. And taking a class. And doing "stuff" for my Toastmasters club. And coping with winter and cooking up a storm and ... well, you know. I had to read a book for my class, so got that done. A wonderful literary suspense novel called, "The Whole World." Published in 2010. Proust, I think, would approve.
Today I found this really cool photo. Note the sepia tones. Assume one of the two people reading is reading Proust. The girl? Obviously not the whole work but maybe the first volume. Swann in Love? It's always wonderful to see someone reading on the commuter train or the subway. Take a look.
Reading Proust on the Train
One of these days I'll get back to Marcel. By now, I'm so deep into the reading and it has been going on for so long and the plot is the novel itself, so it's not like I have to re-orient myself if I put it down for a couple months. That's the nice thing about Proust. You can dip into him over a lifetime once you've read the whole novel once. And always find something different, something wonderful, something, dare we say it, sublime? Ah Marcel.