Showing posts with label Proust as degenerate. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Proust as degenerate. Show all posts

Tuesday, April 14, 2009

Proust and Time and Plato and Einstein and . . .

Every now and then I find a Proust gem that blows my socks off, and that happened today. The post: http://camplinart.blogspot.com/2009/04/modernism.html says what I tried to say in my senior thesis, (eons ago) except the post says it better.

I am humble before such ideas presented in such a lucid way.

Michael Leddy in Orange Crate Art also has Proust goodies today. My cup runneth over.

http://mleddy.blogspot.com/2009/04/hard-boiled-proust.html

Now, to finish the damn book. I am so close. Ten days of houseguests does not allow reading anything except recipes and the odd "what to do this week in Foxborough" article.

Onward