Category Archive: Proust

Tissues and Indigestion tablets.

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Hey, so you know all those things you’ll say you’ll do before you are 40? Well I have until 9 a.m (on the dot, I was a punctual and considerate baby, she woke… Continue reading

Proust on holiday: Jacques Tati meets Johnny Vegas.

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Proust might not be the first name that springs to mind when choosing holiday reading material, but by happy chance I took my half-read copy of In the Shadow of Young Girls in… 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

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

Madeleines for Proust

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I thought I’d make some madeleines in honour of Proust’s birthday (any excuse, right?), but as I’m now a Vegan killjoy, I wasn’t sure if that would be possible, or advisable. My inner… Continue reading

Marcel Proust – Let’s Hear it for the Birthday Boy!

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Happy Birthday Marcel! When we discovered that we had both been reading and having our minds blown way by Proust’s ‘In Search of Lost Time’, the online discussions that followed triggered the idea… 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

The Secret Diary of Marcel Proust, age 16 ½

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If I find something mildly amusing, I don’t chuckle, or giggle, instead it’s a highly unattractive Mrs Krabappel ‘Ha!’ And Proust (okay, okay, his nameless character that we all know most of the… Continue reading