And as he digs more deeply into À la recherchedu temps perdu something miraculous happens.The huge chasm between the affluent Parisian manof the world Marcel Proust and the incarcerated Polish prisoners begins tonarrow. Proust, after all, may have gained renown as a witty and charmingpresence in the salons of his day, but when he embarked in earnest on hiscareer as a novelist, he renounced this fashionable world and isolated himselfto an almost pathological degree. Not only did he rarely leave his home, but hesequestered himself even more tightly in his bedroom, where he had the wallslined with cork to prevent sounds and pathogens entering from the outside.The analogy of a prisoner in an isolation cell comes immediately to mind.
Friday, December 07, 2018
Triumph of the spirit …
… Lectures on Proust in a Soviet Prison Camp. (Hat tip, Dave Lull.)
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