Tag Archive: in the shadow of young girls in flower

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

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

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

At first he was afraid, he was petrified…

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Oh, Proust*. Darling, sit down. I’ll make tea. No, wait, hot chocolate. And cake. I know I’ve been a bit mean about you before, but what you’ve been through, oh man, believe me,… 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