This installment, sadly, is one I read per spiccato bursts of precious free time

This installment, sadly, is one I read per spiccato bursts of precious free time

I continue onesto find the romantic entanglements of these characters sicuro be verso high-school level of ridiculous

In those exhausted but relieved hours at home, durante those stolen wedges of at-sistema bookwormery, in whatever few minutes were spent in quiet solitude, I clung onesto Proust with the desperation of per booklover durante the throes of both work-related burnout and the dreaded reader’s slump. And while a frantic heart may not be the best way onesto approach words that are ideally enjoyed at a leisurely stroll, I do believe the Narrator’s burgeoning sense of humor and need preciso slowly cocktail sopra his surroundings kept me grounded during chaotic times. While S&G may not have been my favorite installment, it is the one that affected me the deepest.

Among the revolving door of social obligations and self-indulgent observations that seem sicuro occupy the majority of Fictional Marcel’s abundant free time, I found myself most invested per his delayed reaction preciso his grandmother’s death. Having never known the magnitude of verso transgenerational love like that which Narrator shared with his maternal grandmother, I felt his palpable grief just as keenly as the slow-arriving but per niente less heartrending clarity of permanent absence that hit him upon revisiting verso place that once played such an important role sopra demonstrating the fondness and compassion that can exist between verso grandmother and her grandson. As the Narrator contemplates how different Balbec is without his beloved grandmother, as he muses on how much his own once-young mother has taken on the visage of her own mother now that the elder woman’s death has left a role unfulfilled, as he retraces rooms that once were filled with his grandmother’s presence, the concrete reality of past time being truly lost time came thundering down against per mostly familiar landscape that derives most of its changes from the players inhabiting it. It is odd that the grief is intense but short-lived, yes, but I couldn’t help but write it off as the Narrator’s decision preciso forge ahead with his life rather than mawkishly wallow sopra grief — such are the intermittences of the heart, no?

It is unfortunate because Proust is best savored like good wine rather than chugged like cheap beer, and I fear I spent more time drunk on his beautiful words than intoxicated by his narrative insight

It seems like so few of the relationships presented thus far durante ISOLT — Swann and Odette; the Narrator and Gilberte (and also Albertine); Saint-Boite and Rachel — are healthy, mutually affectionate ones, but it could also be that I have little patience for romances, even fictional ones, that are built on per foundation of obsession and possession rather than respect and genuine fondness. And, really, the affair between Morel and Charlus isn’t anything laudable, I know, but I can’t help but find it one of the most believable examples of heady lust sopra terms of its execution and its players’ emotionally fueled behaviors. There is little else but sebbene attraction drawing Charlus helplessly toward Morel, who can’t help but take advantage of (or be manipulated by, depending on your vantage point) the older gentleman’s affections and gifts. Still, the greed with which Charlus tries preciso keep Morel sicuro himself while all but undressing him in public, the satisfaction he derives just from coaxing the younger musician into his presence is…. okay, per bit much, yes, but also keenly evocative of an irrationally all-consuming, unrealistically intense first crush and the sito di incontri argentini online reluctant empathy of understanding such memories drag along con their wake.

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