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I enjoyed reading the first part of Proust’s book. The intricate detail in every scenery and memory was breathtaking and truly brought me to experience those feelings. He described many feelings I have felt before and ones I never knew how to put into words. One that stuck with me was the feeling and the difference between sleeping in summer to sleeping in your bed in winter. The particular things we long for and how each feeling is connected to physical material. This could be as simple as the corner of the pillow or the window open. My favourite part of the text was the first couple of opening lines, where Proust describes falling asleep and being so tired that his candle was still lit. He described the feeling of your eyes closing so quickly that you don’t have time to even think about it and say to yourself that you are falling asleep. I struggle with horrible insomnia, and specific material things help me sleep and comfort me. When Proust described all these feelings about sleep, it connected with me, and I felt a sense of relief to know that the feelings I think can be expressed into words because I have always struggled to explain them to others. Some parts confused me because Proust would go into outstanding detail about feelings from his childhood that did not make sense to me. Overall the story he told of his childhood home was fascinating because he brought into play the dynamics of his family and how each person affected how he felt. I was very intrigued by the story about him longing to kiss his mother. The anxiety and the rush of being afraid and taking a risk himself by interrupting her from something important made me feel like I was there in the room, feeling the same way he did. He described the longing for someone we love perfectly, and I can relate to it, which will make me hold this story at heart forever. Proust ties the first chapter in so nicely by describing how his tea and any taste or smell can trigger a memory. I have often had a particular food or smell that I haven’t come across since I was a child that has triggered a memory. This memory almost feels unreal because it takes a little of your mind to dig deep and remember. His reflection on figuring out what memory the tea was brought up was authentic. Things don’t just come in life, we have to find a meaning behind it; not everything is black and white. My favourite line from this chapter is comparing taste and smell to souls because they last forever. I highly recommend reading this piece of outstanding literature, and I am super excited to read the next part and dive deeper into Proust’s mind and a cup of tea.
My question is: Why is Proust so attached to his mother and why is this image of a child needed there mothers comfort so bashed on?
I enjoyed reading the first part of Proust’s book. The intricate detail in every scenery and memory was breathtaking and truly brought me to experience those feelings. He described many feelings I have felt before and ones I never knew how to put into words. One that stuck with me was the feeling and the difference between sleeping in summer to sleeping in your bed in winter. The particular things we long for and how each feeling is connected to physical material. This could be as simple as the corner of the pillow or the window open. My favourite part of the text was the first couple of opening lines, where Proust describes falling asleep and being so tired that his candle was still lit. He described the feeling of your eyes closing so quickly that you don’t have time to even think about it and say to yourself that you are falling asleep. I struggle with horrible insomnia, and specific material things help me sleep and comfort me. When Proust described all these feelings about sleep, it connected with me, and I felt a sense of relief to know that the feelings I think can be expressed into words because I have always struggled to explain them to others. Some parts confused me because Proust would go into outstanding detail about feelings from his childhood that did not make sense to me. Overall the story he told of his childhood home was fascinating because he brought into play the dynamics of his family and how each person affected how he felt. I was very intrigued by the story about him longing to kiss his mother. The anxiety and the rush of being afraid and taking a risk himself by interrupting her from something important made me feel like I was there in the room, feeling the same way he did. He described the longing for someone we love perfectly, and I can relate to it, which will make me hold this story at heart forever. Proust ties the first chapter in so nicely by describing how his tea and any taste or smell can trigger a memory. I have often had a particular food or smell that I haven’t come across since I was a child that has triggered a memory. This memory almost feels unreal because it takes a little of your mind to dig deep and remember. His reflection on figuring out what memory the tea was brought up was authentic. Things don’t just come in life, we have to find a meaning behind it; not everything is black and white. My favourite line from this chapter is comparing taste and smell to souls because they last forever. I highly recommend reading this piece of outstanding literature, and I am super excited to read the next part and dive deeper into Proust’s mind and a cup of tea.
My question is: Why is Proust so attached to his mother and why is this image of a child needed there mothers comfort so bashed on?
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After having read Proust’s combray, part 1, I was left feeling rather uneasy. As a whole, I found myself having to go over certain sections of this text multiple times in order to try and make sense of the paragraph that I had just read, and sometimes, never coming to a conclusion. The vocabulary used in this text could definitely be described as wordy and descriptive which for me, sometimes created incredible visuals of the environment in my head , and at other times, had me feeling confused with what I had just read. At some points throughout my read, I found myself sitting there reading, yet my mind was wondering and imagining the environments in which were being described. I would almost position myself in the book, and pretend that I was the one laying in bed or watching the light shift around my bedroom from morning to night.
While starting this text off, reading the first few pages, there were beautiful descriptions as to where the story was taking place. This time of rest is usually one of relaxation, but it seems as though this is a time where Marcel explores his thoughts extensively recalling memories from his past, and more specifically his childhood. There is a constant shift between conscious and unconscious thoughts which at times become difficult to distinguish.
Mid way through, I began to notice the significant theme of relationships and more specifically how complex family dynamics begin to arise. It is quite evident that through childhood, there were issues amongst the family that are shown. There was a sincere need for the child to want to spend more time with his mother, however it seems as though the father would prevent that sort of thing from happening as it went against his beliefs. The child would only receive a small moment of affection on some nights, despite him wishing to have so much more. However, it isn’t until later, with more knowledge of the world that they are able to understand these moments and how that affected them.
Overall, this reading was quite complex for me to fully grasp and I definitely think that more time with these genres of texts will help… but for the meantime my question to you all’s how do you think a child that receives so little affection that is also so inconsistent while growing up affects their development later on? Do they seek out more love in efforts to feel what they missed growing up… or is it so unfamiliar that the thought cant be imagined?
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After having read Proust’s combray, part 1, I was left feeling rather uneasy. As a whole, I found myself having to go over certain sections of this text multiple times in order to try and make sense of the paragraph that I had just read, and sometimes, never coming to a conclusion. The vocabulary used in this text could definitely be described as wordy and descriptive which for me, sometimes created incredible visuals of the environment in my head , and at other times, had me feeling confused with what I had just read. At some points throughout my read, I found myself sitting there reading, yet my mind was wondering and imagining the environments in which were being described. I would almost position myself in the book, and pretend that I was the one laying in bed or watching the light shift around my bedroom from morning to night.
While starting this text off, reading the first few pages, there were beautiful descriptions as to where the story was taking place. This time of rest is usually one of relaxation, but it seems as though this is a time where Marcel explores his thoughts extensively recalling memories from his past, and more specifically his childhood. There is a constant shift between conscious and unconscious thoughts which at times become difficult to distinguish.
Mid way through, I began to notice the significant theme of relationships and more specifically how complex family dynamics begin to arise. It is quite evident that through childhood, there were issues amongst the family that are shown. There was a sincere need for the child to want to spend more time with his mother, however it seems as though the father would prevent that sort of thing from happening as it went against his beliefs. The child would only receive a small moment of affection on some nights, despite him wishing to have so much more. However, it isn’t until later, with more knowledge of the world that they are able to understand these moments and how that affected them.
Overall, this reading was quite complex for me to fully grasp and I definitely think that more time with these genres of texts will help… but for the meantime my question to you all’s how do you think a child that receives so little affection that is also so inconsistent while growing up affects their development later on? Do they seek out more love in efforts to feel what they missed growing up… or is it so unfamiliar that the thought cant be imagined?
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It may be due to my habit of trying to read Charles Dickens’ books and then always giving up after a few pages but any fancy-seeming literature always makes me nervous because half the time it’s written in a way that I have to re-read it five times before I can tell what’s going on. Do not ask me what fancy-seeming entails, I have no idea but seeing the name Combray definitely made it fit into this category. As expected, I did find myself quite confused throughout reading and had difficulties following the plot. That said I found some things quite intriguing.
The story starts with Proust’s first descriptions of his childhood struggle trying to sleep each night. I felt incredibly lost reading it, not sure what was memories and what was dreams but I realized this was likely the point. Having experienced living life in a dream-like state I must say that the way Proust described the feeling of coming in and out of sleep with memories and dreams seeming to overlap is very similar. While I found it difficult to read, the long sentences and the ample imagery, added to the feeling of confusion and drew me into reading further.
I am curious about the relationship he has with his parents. Why does his father, who apparently found his son’s desire for a mother’s love to be unacceptable usually, make an exception once and tell her to sleep in his room? What caused the narrator to be scared that he would be sent away if he was caught doing something so simple as asking for his mother to say goodnight to him? I feel as though I may have missed something or perhaps I am meant to speculate on these things. Then there is Swann, who he despised as a child for keeping his mother away on nights he visited. I really liked the addition of him later finding out that Swann had suffered through something similar to him. It made me remember that these are childhood memories, often filled with assumptions and odd associations between people or places with certain emotions. The puzzling timeline of the story also is similar to how I remember my own childhood, I don’t really know what happened when either. I would love to know if Proust did this intentionally, or if it was just a side effect of me not understanding what was happening.
I really want to like this book. I find it genuinely interesting but it has taken me so long to read even this first part and I still honestly don’t understand the plot of the story. If I have time in the future to read pages three times over, I will definitely be continuing this.
That’s all I have to say for now bye! 😀
It may be due to my habit of trying to read Charles Dickens’ books and then always giving up after a few pages but any fancy-seeming literature always makes me nervous because half the time it’s written in a way that I have to re-read it five times before I can tell what’s going on. Do not ask me what fancy-seeming entails, I have no idea but seeing the name Combray definitely made it fit into this category. As expected, I did find myself quite confused throughout reading and had difficulties following the plot. That said I found some things quite intriguing.
The story starts with Proust’s first descriptions of his childhood struggle trying to sleep each night. I felt incredibly lost reading it, not sure what was memories and what was dreams but I realized this was likely the point. Having experienced living life in a dream-like state I must say that the way Proust described the feeling of coming in and out of sleep with memories and dreams seeming to overlap is very similar. While I found it difficult to read, the long sentences and the ample imagery, added to the feeling of confusion and drew me into reading further.
I am curious about the relationship he has with his parents. Why does his father, who apparently found his son’s desire for a mother’s love to be unacceptable usually, make an exception once and tell her to sleep in his room? What caused the narrator to be scared that he would be sent away if he was caught doing something so simple as asking for his mother to say goodnight to him? I feel as though I may have missed something or perhaps I am meant to speculate on these things. Then there is Swann, who he despised as a child for keeping his mother away on nights he visited. I really liked the addition of him later finding out that Swann had suffered through something similar to him. It made me remember that these are childhood memories, often filled with assumptions and odd associations between people or places with certain emotions. The puzzling timeline of the story also is similar to how I remember my own childhood, I don’t really know what happened when either. I would love to know if Proust did this intentionally, or if it was just a side effect of me not understanding what was happening.
I really want to like this book. I find it genuinely interesting but it has taken me so long to read even this first part and I still honestly don’t understand the plot of the story. If I have time in the future to read pages three times over, I will definitely be continuing this.
That’s all I have to say for now bye! 😀
In Combray, Marcel Proust uses the novel to narrate the childhood and everyday life of the narrator through a third person perspective. To help with his story, Proust uses imagery that any person can relate to, the use of states of being such as lucidity, pain, fatigue, joy and other stimuli help to clearly express what the […]
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After reading Proust’s Swann’s Way and, more specifically, the two parts of Combray, I can clearly state that this text was incredibly confusing to me. I believe that the confusion that was present in my mind was due to how the lines between reality and fantasy seem to be blurred for the main character and are therefore blurred […]
I find reading digitally really challenging sometimes and tend to read but not actually absorb all the themes the narrator is trying to convey. I kept that in mind as I started to read this, I put away all other distractions and just read which was a really nice change. I found the beginning a …
