Good morning, readers! It's 10:55 a.m. in Foxborough, and for the first time in weeks, the sun is shining. I got so excited I cooked steak and eggs for breakfast, hoping that will see us through the day. The orange cat is patrolling the house, hoping to sneak out and bag a chipmunk or two.
The Huffington Post review of the new movie that premiered at the Cannes Film Festival (Tree of Life) has a fun Proust anecdote. Read down a few paragraphs and you'll find it. Movie sounds wonderful. How often can one actually say that?
Me? I am trying to catch up on this season's Treme, which is so good, and I love the multiple story lines that converge and diverge. Kind of like Proust.
I'm almost finished with my Traveler's Tales of Spain book, and ready to dive into the narrator's problems again, and everyone is at Balbec, so the reading will even be seasonal.
Here is the link:
Fun Proust Anecdote