Kristen Stewart on the Road Proust and Kerouac are an unlikely pair, maybe even an unholy won, and I don't think the Beats read Proust. Well, maybe they did; who am I to say?
For some (old) but dishy gossip, with only one small mention of Proust, here is a book you probably don't need to read after you read the review. Three American Girls in Paris
It must be the silly season with all these frivolous mentions of Proust. I am sorry to report that my reading of the masterpiece has been halted due to other reading, houseguests, travel, getting a book ready for publication, cooking and entertaining and well, you know . . . stuff. But I'm just stalled not bailing.
By the way, the town of Foxborough is beseiged by big, bad wolf Steve Wynn, who wants to build a behemoth casino here. We would rather read Proust than deal with drunks, hookers, and pawn shops. I mean, really.
Odette, somewhat on her high horse.