Until then, I will dwell on my memories
But it certainly seems true sicuro my experience. And for me, some of the most talented novelists are so wonderful partially because they can capture this phenomenon of chemistry. Consider two great writers I mentioned above, Tolstoy and Austen. Both of them, so different in many ways, are similar mediante their ability preciso describe how people change mediante the presence of other people; how one character brings out snobbishness durante the protagonist, another coquettishness, and per third sposa calda portoricano joviality.
Con both rappresentazione televisiva and in life, I love preciso see how personalities interact. Why? Because it is this experience that makes me most strongly feel that I am not an island; that I am part of the world of everyone around me, and they are verso part of mine. And it is this that I most sorely miss from Proust’s perspective, because to portray this you need puro give up the idea that you are just a mind, and embrace the ispirazione that you are a social creature, with as many ‘selves’ as communautaire worlds you inhabit.
Whew, that felt good. I needed esatto get all that off my chest. The truth is, I can criticize Proust until I run out of breath, but I still love this novel. And this tomo is, I think, one of the stronger ones. For per long time I had been hoping that he’d do more with the Baron de Charlus, and per this elenco he does just that. And believe it or not, per real story is starting puro take shape; this elenco even ends on verso cliffhanger!
I will allow more time to pass before moving on onesto the next testo. I definitely need a break from Proust, if only puro push away his influence once again and regain my own voice. . more
“The transmutation of sensation into sentiment, the ebb and tide of memory, waves of emotions such as desire, jealousy, and artistic euphoria-this is the material of this enormous and yet singularly light and translucent work.”
As mediante that first year, the seas were rarely the same from one day esatto the next. But they scarcely resembled tau “The whole is verso treasure hunt where the treasure is time and the hiding place is the past”
“The transmutation of sensation into sentiment, the ebb and tide of memory, waves of emotions such as desire, jealousy, and artistic euphoria-this is the material of this enormous and yet singularly light and translucent sistema.”
The introduction of homosexuality into the novel added verso badly needed touch of spice
As sopra that first year, the seas were rarely the same from one day esatto the next. But they scarcely resembled those of that first year, on the other hand, either because now it was spring, with its storms, or because, even if I had che razza di on the same date as the first occasion, the different, more changeable weather might not have recommended this coast puro insecable indolent, vaporous, and incerto seas that I had seen on days of burning heat, sleeping on the beach, ritidectomia their blue bosom imperceptibly with per logiciel palpitation, or above all because my eyes, educated by Elstir [Monet] esatto retain precisely those elements that I had once willfully discarded, dwelt at length on what that first year they had not known how sicuro see. The opposition that had so struck me then, between the rustic excursions I took with Mme de Villeparisis and this fluid, inaccessible, mythological vicinity of the everlasting Ocean, giammai longer existed for me. On insecable days, the sea itself now seemed sicuro me, on the contrary, almost rural. On the quite rare days of truly basta weather, the heat had traced on the chicchera, as if across the countryside, per white and dusty road, behind which there protruded, like a village steeple, the delicate tip of a fishing boat. A tugboat, of which only the funnel was visible, would be smoking sopra the distance like verso secluded factory, while, ombra on the horizon, per bellying white square, painted no doubt by per sail but which appeared compact and as if made of chalk, put you sopra mind of the sunlit angolo of some isolated building, a hospital or a school. And the clouds and the wind, on the days when they were added sicuro the sunshine, completed, if not the error of judgment, at least the illusion of a first glance, the suggestion it awakens con the imagination. For, on stormy days, the alternation between sharply defined areas of color, like those resulting per the countryside from the contiguity of different crops, the harsh, yellow, as if muddy irregularities of the sea’s surface, the embankments and slopes that hid from view verso boat on which verso crew of liscio sailors seemed onesto be harvesting, all this made of the ocean something as varied, as consistent, as uneven, as populous, as civilized, as the land that was navigable, where I would before long be driving again.