Nearly a decade ago, I picked up a 2-volume set of Remembrances of Things Past, C. K. Scott Moncrief’s translation of Marcel Proust’s A La Recherche du Temps Perdu. I managed to read (and blog about) Swann’s Way, but then stopped half-way through Within a Budding Grove. I opened the first volume today and found, on page 544, accompanying my bookmark, a page of notes and a gift card with this quote on it:
Yet I’ll need both new and old eyes to help me recall what I read nearly six years ago. I’m going to update and repost the reviews I wrote (for a different blog) to jog my memory. Not quite as satisfying as a madeleine dipped in linden tea, but this approach should be easier than rereading 500+pages of Proust’s dense prose.
So get ready for several weeks of Proust (leavened with lighter fare, of course).