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from the The Year of Reading Proust group.
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In the first one, even if the young man is not ..."
Yes, he seems a bit young, but the clothes and furniture serve as interesting backdrops.

Yes, sort of. The paintings truly are gorgeous! I need to go google this painter. Thanks for the introduction!Your jaw must have dropped when you first stood infront of these paintings.
Oh and I love the book on the chair!!! Viva reading at the beach!

It looks like the translator has been a bit creative, Ree..."
Thanks Kalliope. I wonder, how do we feel about a translator taking creative license like this? Isn't it a cultural interpretation?

I think you will like these..."
Beautiful paintings Kalliope, what a find!They look crystal clear.
Ce Ce, that looks scrumptious!Reminds me of the good ole days of baking lemon squares.

Okay my humble contribution du jour which really tends to run more along the lines of de semaine. I was reading on page 584 where Morel says, " No, I'm not going to entrust my violin to any Tom, Dick or Harry."
I'm very curious as to how this translates in French. What are the names used in the original French?
A little sexual innuendo here, non?

“Tweeting mindfully means knowing your intentions; knowing why you’re online right now and asking yourself if you’re on for the right reasons,” he declares. Here’s a pro tip: The mindful tweeters are the ones to unfollow immediately.
Mr. Pang’s book aligns with Ms. Steiner-Adair’s in his arguments for leaving your electronics behind, at least on occasion, and doing what he calls “intensely analog things.” These include baking enough coffeecake “to get you through the rest of the 800-page novel penned by the latest writer to burst from Brooklyn’s literary scene,” which sounds exactly like my kind of analog scene."
http://www.nytimes.com/2013/08/19/boo...

Elizabeth that is a good point, I've always sensed that Proust does feel himself unlovable as well. It may have had to do with his desperation at wanting those kisses from his mother and not being confident of getting them from her or not.
For those who want to read Madame de Sevigne's letters:
http://archive.org/details/selections...
Welcome to unregistered! The wider brim of Albertine's hat is more becoming.

I just love that Marcelita, and I have to say there must be some truth to that.
and lol about moving to Manhattan and putting the gifts in storage. There will be some storage war over your locker!!! You must learn to regift!
@Karen whenever I think of your donut pillow, I think the Germans have even mastered the engineering of the donut pillow. What an amazing design!!

By NELL CASEY
http://travel.nytimes.com/2013/08/11/..."
It was a meal of oysters and sole meuniè..."
Very nice Ce Ce. I think reading Proust has made us more susceptible to reading anything that involves the senses and fully relishing the experience. So glad you're enjoying reading this.

"Try," Mamma went on, not to become like Charles de Sevigne,of whom his mother said: "His hand is a crucible in which gold melts." (MKE 567)
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"But Mme. de Sevigne had two offspring, two love objects to choose from. And psychoanalytic literature about possessive, sexually repressed mothers has led us to expect that such women choose sons rather than daughters as the center of their fixations. Moreover, the extravagantly affectionate, devoted, ever-present Charles de Sevigne, unlike his aloof, secretive sister, looked to his mother as his closest confidante. Mrs. Mossiker offers a rather pretentious Proustian theory - ''One loves only what one cannot wholly possess'' - to explain why Mme. de Sevigne favored her elusive, unresponsive daughter over her effusively tender, communicative son. " (
http://www.nytimes.com/1984/01/08/boo...)
It seems sad that the mother favored the daughter over her son.
"Charles was characterized as an intellectual, a spendthrift and a hedonist. He was also regarded to be sweet-natured, warm, and likeable—very much like his mother, Madame de Sévigné. Oddly enough, he never appeared to resent his mother's obvious preference for his sister." wikepedia

http://www.tabletmag.com/jewish-arts-...

You sound more active than people who aren't in pain. Good for you!
Another article: to what extent might we call our interactions “real”? Can we ever see – an..."
I should. I was. I am on page 544. I'll sign off now. (bows head and exists to read Proust)

As a gardener you must also have the patience to be a great nurturer.


You sound more active than people who aren't in pain. Good for you!
Another article: to what extent might we call our interactions “real”? Can we ever see – and thus tell stories about – other people as they “are”? Or are we doomed to “grope around for each other through a dense thicket of absent others”?
The premiss behind her writing about art is that artists are those best in control of their own stories.
Great title:
Janet Malcolm
FORTY-ONE FALSE STARTS
Essays on artists and writers
oops forgot the link: http://www.the-tls.co.uk/tls/public/a...

Elizabeth, you are such a lovely addition to this group. You have a large repertoire of trivia that readers tend to find most interesting.
Eugene, it's good that you are doing your reading and rereading allowing you to study the text and then share your carefully observed observations with us all.
My problem in this year of trying to read differently is that I am too involved in reading my articles online, then tweeting them, and that has seriously affected my reading of Proust. I used to juggle three books at a time. Too much to read these days!!!

Okay, I'm here to report another derogatory use of the word - literary.
"He practices a sort of literary medicine, whimsical therapy, pure charlatanism." (MKE 510)

According to his friend, Louis Gautier-Vignal, Proust always lay on his side, leaning on one elbow, writing without any firm supp..."
And that is why there is such need for fact checkers. Thanks Fionnuala for correcting the mistakes in the cartoon and clarifying the image that is constantly developing in our heads.
Karen, Joceylne is right! The donut is a must for your coccyx. The good news is that you will heal. The hardest part is getting out of the car and the bathtub. Soaking in a hot tub helps. I hope you feel better. 2 shots, ouch.
http://www.amazon.com/Donut-Pillow-co...

It must be your magic presence Jocelyne. I couldn't see it before.

Like Kalliope and Fionnuala, I too cannot seem to let go of the image of Proust sitting in his bed working at writing his novel for 14 years(14 years!!!), and frankly for his ability to come up with so much material.
There were a couple of pages that had Mme Verdurin giving what sounded like a speech ...
""Anyhow," she said to me,"before you dine with the Cambremers, why not bring your cousin here?" at the bottom of page 501 that ends with...." since that's what he's most afraid of, it will have a calming effect on his nerves." Mme Verdurin concluded." on page 507.
These pages had me thinking about poor Marcel, sitting up in his bed experimenting with his writing style.
At one point he gives us Mme Verdurin: " I was always bored to death of him." in which he adds: "(Translation: He went to the La Tremoilles and Guermantes and knew that I didn't.")" (MKE 504)
I was surprised to find this translation bit between parenthesis on the page in the middle of Mme Verdurin's uninterrrupted conversation.
Basically, it had me thinking of Proust thinking about what to put down on the page.

oh for crying out loud, unable to post the image. Here it is as a link:
http://fictionwritersreview.com/wp-co...
Jocelyne, help!!!