Category Archive: French

Zola vs Knausgaard – Round 1

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I am reading Karl Ove Knausgaard’s ‘ A Man in Love’ in tandem with Emile Zola’s ‘Germinal’, to see who is suffering the most. So far in ‘Germinal’, the main character Étienne Lantier… Continue reading

‘Get the women… and you’ll sell the world!’

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I’ve spent the past month reading about mid 19th century Paris for an article I’ve been writing, and apart from the utter fear of submitting a piece for publication in the proper grown… Continue reading

A new year of reading (and book purchasing!)

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I don’t make new year’s resolutions (I’m not overly-burdened with resolve), but I do like new year plans, and really get into that whole thing, as I’m a sucker for novelty and anything… Continue reading

Living Inside Time

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Recently, I’ve not been reading well. I’ve spent the past month or so avoiding novels that require concentration as I’ve had none to give. I know why I feel like this and I… Continue reading

He Should Have Joined A Writing Group

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If you have ever summoned the courage to show some of your creative writing to another living person (cats and houseplants don’t count, I’m afraid) you should read about young Proust’s experience of… Continue reading

I have nothing in common with that carrot, take it away.

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I have just finished ‘In The Shadow Of Young Girls In Bloom’ by Proust, and of course, it’s full of deeply insightful nuggets about human behaviour, especially the utter insanity of being in… Continue reading

Why I’ll Never See Morrissey

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Having been advised by the doctor that a trip to the theatre could prove too much for their son’s delicate constitution, Marcel’s parents ban him from attending, much to his chagrin. He would… Continue reading

Happy 144th birthday, Proust!

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But the sad thing is, he only lived to be 51. If he had lived to a very ripe old age, he possibly could have died in my life time, and definitely in… Continue reading

Beware! Appearances can be deceptive.

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When Swann first made an appearance in ‘The Way by Swann’s‘, I was so pre-occupied with the anguish of young Marcel that it took me while to notice him. He only registered as… Continue reading

Official cause of death – ugly curtains

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Usually when an artist of any kind dies in a hotel room, there’s drugs, booze, hookers and/or goats involved. Our lad Proust is staying at the Grand Hôtel of Balbec (fictional place based… Continue reading