Proust

Perilous Proust

In a novel, I find that I tend to look for easy reading – something that I can pass my time with, and enjoy my time while it’s also quite light to read. I look for a setting and perspective. Contrarily, Proust’s novel immediately dived into the narrator discussing his dreams, which had me questioning, […]

Freud Would’ve Loved This One

I would be lying if I said that picking up Swann’s Way wasn’t a daunting act, one requiring an immense commitment of attention and patience, coupled with silent confusion. Proust’s writing, known for its expansive sentences, intricate reflections, and a kind of obsessive nostalgia, was hardly near the top of my TBR list. And yet, […]

Combray in the Cottage

Hello all, and welcome back to the cottage. I shall open today’s reflections with a quote: “I told myself I would have time to think of what to do” (Proust, 43). In fact, this is what I mistakenly thought when I assumed the first of these entries …