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A review by cvall96
In Search of Lost Time: Sodom and Gomorrah by Marcel Proust
5.0
Great balls of fire! Everyone's gay!
Again: the society scenes are tedious, but Marcel is so over their bullshit. Tales from the Crypt: I Fell in Love...with a Bisexual! (Or in Marcel's words, "a practising and professional Sapphist").
At last, Grandmother's death hits him like a ton of bricks. (This scene did make me cry.) It has probably my favorite stretch of writing in the Search so far. No wonder: the section which features the musing on grandmama's death is called "The Intermittences of the Heart," which was what MP was going to call it, before going with the far-better, less wordy "In Search of Lost Time." But the "Intermittences" section gives away that this part was clearly the heart of the novel for him, the fulcrum, if you will, between past and present, love and death, memory and amnesia. Of course it has to do with Grandmothers...
High high HIGH highs, for sure. That memory bit for which LA RECHERCHE is renowned really creeps up in earnest in this volume: lotsa moments you kinda forgot get remixed with new meanings: oh shit, the bohemian composer's lesbian daughter! yeah I remember her....oh, the chauffeur and the northern French beaches! yeah they're not like they used to be.....and MY GOD WHAT IS THE BARON DOING???
Crazy vibes. Wonder how it's all gonna go down. Quick, Marcel! You neurotic, obsessed, bitchy, self-loathing, king of mess! Write it all down afore ya forget!
Again: the society scenes are tedious, but Marcel is so over their bullshit. Tales from the Crypt: I Fell in Love...with a Bisexual! (Or in Marcel's words, "a practising and professional Sapphist").
At last, Grandmother's death hits him like a ton of bricks. (This scene did make me cry.) It has probably my favorite stretch of writing in the Search so far. No wonder: the section which features the musing on grandmama's death is called "The Intermittences of the Heart," which was what MP was going to call it, before going with the far-better, less wordy "In Search of Lost Time." But the "Intermittences" section gives away that this part was clearly the heart of the novel for him, the fulcrum, if you will, between past and present, love and death, memory and amnesia. Of course it has to do with Grandmothers...
High high HIGH highs, for sure. That memory bit for which LA RECHERCHE is renowned really creeps up in earnest in this volume: lotsa moments you kinda forgot get remixed with new meanings: oh shit, the bohemian composer's lesbian daughter! yeah I remember her....oh, the chauffeur and the northern French beaches! yeah they're not like they used to be.....and MY GOD WHAT IS THE BARON DOING???
Crazy vibes. Wonder how it's all gonna go down. Quick, Marcel! You neurotic, obsessed, bitchy, self-loathing, king of mess! Write it all down afore ya forget!