I finally finished Proust's In Search of Lost Time in December. The narrator's perspective oscillates between the microscopic - his experience of both subjective minutiae which can snowball into crushing jealousy or ecstatic euphoria, and the macro level changes in the lives of characters as we watch individuals degrade themselves and others in a desperate drive for social advancement. In this sense, I think of as a somewhat of a "quantum theory of gravity for people". Not in the sense that they are always as vain as most characters are in this book, but in the way in which we see the two regimes of internality and social relationships interplay in baffling but twistedly plausible ways.
Some brief book reviews amongst other updates
Some brief book reviews amongst other updates
Some brief book reviews amongst other updates
I finally finished Proust's In Search of Lost Time in December. The narrator's perspective oscillates between the microscopic - his experience of both subjective minutiae which can snowball into crushing jealousy or ecstatic euphoria, and the macro level changes in the lives of characters as we watch individuals degrade themselves and others in a desperate drive for social advancement. In this sense, I think of as a somewhat of a "quantum theory of gravity for people". Not in the sense that they are always as vain as most characters are in this book, but in the way in which we see the two regimes of internality and social relationships interplay in baffling but twistedly plausible ways.