Category Archive: Proust

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

The urge to punch Proust…

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…is a strong one. I am on the second volume of In Search Of Lost Time, and I find it very hard to separate Proust’s narrator with Proust himself. This feels like an… Continue reading

Proust: Mod or Epoque’r?

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What nonsense is this? you ask. Before you shout me down for plain lunacy, I do think it’s worth considering whether Proust was a Modernist or was he still entrenched in La Belle Epoque… Continue reading

…And that’s why if there ever was a shopping competition between Proust and Paddington, the bear would win!

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You’ve got to wonder what Proust would make of today’s world. Just imagine, if, fed up of his perpetual bedroom anxieties and the horror of those violet curtains, he decided to go to… Continue reading

He should have gone to a Premier Inn

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On the whole, I’m pretty good at sleeping. Once I’m off, it’d take the equivalent of a herd of angry buffalo doing the Macarena to wake me. However, as I’ve aged, I’ve started… Continue reading

Why Proust?

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I’m not sure when I made the decision to tackle Proust, but, I resolved many years ago that if I did nothing else with my life, I would at least attempt to be… Continue reading