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  1. karen karen says:

    this is the volume of ISOLT that michael bay will turn into a big budget summer blockbuster mark my words there are action verbs verbs i tells ya and picture this on the big screen we open with our hero crouching behind some flower bushes unmoving waiting just waiting for a bee to come around and assist in the pollination of the flowerspshow whoosh many michael bayish essplosions and although not strictly supported by textual evidence i expect his little sticky hand was at the ready to relieve his straining trousers should this act of hot plant sexx occur however his hopes are dashed by something even sexier happening right in front of the bushes pshow in the distance an essplosion two men begin their courtship with birdlike posturing and an involved dance of invert attraction which they consummate nearby to the complicated emotions of our watcher assplosion WHO IS ACTUALLY A TRANSFORMER zooooom aerosmith songand after that it is like a sexy veil is lifted from the world around him and he sees that there are same sex relations being pursued everywhere france is suddenly super gay who would have thunk it? and that is volume 4also for those of you who were concerned after the cliffhanger at the end of volume 3 where he was fretting for about 75 pages about whether he was actually invited to the party he was planning to attend regardless spoiler alert he WAS phew essplosionit is definitely the most readable volume thus far unless my proust vaccine has just finally taken effect and i think this volume works just fine as a stand alone novel whereas some of the others feel broken off this one has the humor and the bitterness for which proust is known with fewer daydream y bits that make you want to shake him a little like when the concussed try to take a napplus this book does not end with a whisper like some of the other ones but with the bang of a firm declarative statement ZING these reviews always sound as though i am not enjoying my proust experience which isn't true because i assure you i am sometimes it feels like my brain is passing through glue but there are so many rewarding passages in this volume primarily about the nature of jealousy and the way we perceive ourselves and the way we perceive how other people perceive us through different stages of our lives that are incredibly delicate and superfine in their language but seriously you people don't need me to be reviewing proust my function on this site is that of a literary piglet snuffling up the truffle books; finding the unknown and the forgotten and nudging them to the surface having said that i am about to start twilight so that's one you people might want to keep on your radar promises were madecome to my blog

  2. Ahmad Sharabiani Ahmad Sharabiani says:

    685 À la Recherche du Temps Perdu Sodome et Gomorrhe Remembrance of Things Past In Search of Lost Time Sodom and Gomorrah #4 Marcel ProustIn Search of Lost Time previously also translated as Remembrance of Things Past is a novel in seven volumes written by Marcel Proust 1871–1922 Sodom and Gomorrah sometimes translated as Cities of the Plain 19211922 was originally published in two volumes The first forty pages of Sodom and Gomorrah initially appeared at the end of The side of Guermantes II the remainder appearing as Sodom and Gomorrah I 1921 and Sodom and Gomorrah II 1922 It was the last volume over which Proust supervised publication before his death in November 1922 The publication of the remaining volumes was carried out by his brother Robert Proust and Jacues Rivièreتاریخ نخستین خوانش ماه نوامبر سال 2007 میلادیعنوان در ج‍س‍ت‍ج‍وی‌ زم‍ان‌ از دس‍ت‌‌رف‍ت‍ه‌ سدوم و عموره، جلد پنج از ترجمه فارسی و جلد چهار از نسخه ی اصلی؛ نویسنده مارسل پروست؛ مترجم مهدی سحابی؛ تهران، نشر مرکز 1369؛ موضوع داستانهای نویسندگان فرانسوی سده 20مسدوم و عموره، جلد چهارم از «در جستجوی زمان از دست رفته»، نوشته «مارسل پروست» است، که جلد نخست آن در سال 1921میلادی، و سپس دومین بخش آن در سال 1922میلادی، از سوی انتشارات گالیمار، به چاپ رسید؛ در این جلد، راوی از همجنسگرا بودن «شارلوس» آگاه می‌شود؛کتاب «سدوم و عموره» گزارش یکی از مهم‌ترین مراحل سلوک «راوی» به سوی اوج‌های رستگاری و جاودانگی است؛ در کتاب‌های پیشین، راوی مراحل مختلف شناخت خویشتن و جهان پیرامون را پشت سر گذاشت، و اینک به منزلی رسیده است که در سلوک و معرفت، شاید از هر منزل دیگری مهم‌تر باشد شناخت بدی و پلشتی برای رهیابی به نیکی و پاکی؛ «راوی» در جستجوی زمان از دست رفته، همانند سالک کمدی الهی اثر دانته، در صعود به بلندی‌های ملکوتی اول، باید از ورطه‌های دوزخی دیدن کند؛ این کتاب چهارم در جستجوی زمان از دست رفته همچون «دوزخ دانته»، نمایشگاهی از چهره‌ هایی است که هر کدام نماینده ی نقص و گناهی‌ هستند و سالک با پشت سر گذاشتن آن‌ها، به تعبیری کنایی آن‌ها را طرد می‌کند تا سرانجام به رستگاری نهایی برسد به امید و خلاقیتنقل نمونه متن دلباختگی سبب زیر و رو شدن بستر خاکی اندیشه می‌شود؛ در اندیشه آقای «شارلوس» که، چند روز پیش، به دشتی بسیار هموار و یکدست میمانست، و او در دوردست‌هایش هم، از فرود تا فراز، اندک گمانی را نمیتوانست به چشم ببیند، ناگهان رشته کوههای بلند و استواری به سختی سنگ، و از سنگی تراش خورده، سر بر داشته بود، چنانکه گویا پیکرتراشی، به جای بردن سنگ مرمر از کوه، آنرا در جا تراشیده، و پیکره‌ های بسیار بزرگی تنگانگ در کنار هم ایستاده از ترس، رشک بری، کنجکاوی، هوس، بیزاری، رنج، غرور، ترسناکی، و دلباختگی بر جای گذاشته باشد؛ پایان نقلتاریخ بهنگام رسانی 28041399هجری خورشیدی؛ ا شربیانی

  3. °°°·.°·..·°¯°·._.· ʜᴇʟᴇɴ Ροζουλί Εωσφόρος ·._.·°¯°·.·° .·°°° ★·.·´¯`·.·★ Ⓥⓔⓡⓝⓤⓢ Ⓟⓞⓡⓣⓘⓣⓞⓡ Ⓐⓡⓒⓐⓝⓤⓢ Ταμετούρο Αμ °°°·.°·..·°¯°·._.· ʜᴇʟᴇɴ Ροζουλί Εωσφόρος ·._.·°¯°·.·° .·°°° ★·.·´¯`·.·★ Ⓥⓔⓡⓝⓤⓢ Ⓟⓞⓡⓣⓘⓣⓞⓡ Ⓐⓡⓒⓐⓝⓤⓢ Ταμετούρο Αμ says:

    Was ever grief seductively expressed?“I knew that now I could knock loudly even that nothing could again wake her that I would not hear any response that my grandmother would never again come And I asked nothing of God if there is a paradise than to be able to give there the three little taps on that partition that my grandmother would recognize anywhere and to which she would respond with those other taps that meant Don't fret yourself little mouse I realize you're impatient but I'm just coming and that he should let me remain with her for all eternity which would not be too long for the two of us”«Σόδομα και Γόμορρα» το τέταρτο μέρος της αναζήτησης του χαμένου χρόνου αποδίδεται με έναν εξαιρετικά υποβλητικό τρόπο γραφής και έκφρασης ώστε η ανάγνωση είναι αμιγώς μια σημαντική εμπειρία όχι ανάλυση λέξεωνπροτάσεων σκέψεων συλλογισμών Ο συγκεκριμένος τόμος είναι ένα εκπληκτικό πορτραίτο απεικονίζει με όλα τα χρώματα της παραφύσης και της κρυφής ανθρώπινης κλίσης το τί σήμαινε να είσαι ομοφυλόφιλος στις αρχές του 20ου αιώνα στην πλημμυρισμένη απο υπονόμους με ηδυπάθεια Γαλλία Ωστόσο ο Προύστ δείχνει να μην έχει αντιληφθεί εως τώρα τις ισχυρές και βυθισμένες δυνάμεις πάθους που κρύβονται μέσα σε κάθε άνθρωπο Κρύβονται κάτω απο το χάος των κοινωνικών προτύπων και των ασήμαντων ηθών και εθίμων που πληρούν τις αρχές της κοινωνικής οργάνωσης Εδώ με όλεθριο συναισθηματισμό και τραγικές ταπεινώσεις η ομοφυλοφιλία κυρίως ανάμεσα σε άνδρες αποκτά μία μονιμότητα Μια σταθερή κατάσταση που ξεχωρίζει ανάμεσα στην αποξένωση των ανθρώπων και τη συναισθηματικής τους ανεπάρκεια Αν και γράφει εξακολουθητικά με τρόπο αδυσώπητα κυριαρχικό τρυφερά επιθετικό θλιβερά χαρούμενο αποκαλυπτικά αποτρόπαιο σκάβοντας μέσα στον πόνο και την απελπισία τους τάφους για τα ερείπια της κρυμμένης «ανώμαλης» αγάπης καταφέρνει να επιδεικνύει τον άνθρωπο ως κοινό παρονομαστή ως υποκείμενο με θεμελιώδη χαρακτήρα όχι ως προσωρινή ιδιοτροπία μα ως αναφορά που ισχύει απο καταβολής κόσμου για την βαθύτερη φύση του ατόμου Το κοινωνικό παιχνίδι της συνομοσίας των ομοφυλόφιλων αφενός και αφετέρου η ανακάλυψη αυτής της μυστικής κοινωνίας βρίσκονται κάπου μεταξύ των στερεοτύπων που διέπουν τη ζωή και οδηγούν σε δυστυχισμένες υπάρξεις σεξουαλικών επιδιώξεων υπαρκτών μα απαράδεκτων στο πλαίσιο ταξινόμησης των ειδών στο ανθρώπινο βασίλειο Το πάθος και η αγάπη για ηδονές και οδύνες ερωτικής απόλαυσης και φυσικής ολοκλήρωσης σε όποια ταυτότητα μπορούμε να τα δηλώσουμε θεμελιώνουν προσωπικότητες και συμπεριφορές που ίσως για τον Προύστ να χωρίζονται σε ένα άλλο είδος Ένα είδος που θα είχε πρωτεύοντα ρόλο εξέλιξης και ανθρωπιάς ως αρχή της κοινωνικής τάξης 🖤🖤🖤🖤Καλή ανάγνωσηΠολλούς ασπασμούς

  4. Adam Dalva Adam Dalva says:

    Finally finally 3000 pages in the structure of this novel is fully in sight For the first time Proust's world becomes contained the majority of characters and places here are ones we have already seen Balbec the surprise and welcome return of the little clan Albertine and Charlus Saint Loup and the Duchess de Guermantes And Proust allows these repetitions to complicate often flashing back to seemingly insignificant moments from the first two volumes most importantly with his grandmother and with his eavesdropping on Vientieul's daughter and causes the scenes to broaden in depth and meaning I'm beginning to see that not much of this work was wasted as much of the long windedness of the start now seems like part of some grand plan And for all that he never makes it difficult to remember who's who freuently reminding us of the earlier appearances of one of his many characters It's Balzac and less Modernist in these momentsAs for the subject of this volume homosexuality the work is at once homophobic and remarkably insightful which I suspect mirrors the experience of the author There are moments of extreme sensitivity and there are also crude reductions and a regrettable tendency toward transphobia It reminds me a bit of the fabulous scene in ROOM WITH A VIEW when the reverend Beebe bathes with two handsome men and one can feel Forester fall in love with the scene almost despite himself And so while individual responses may vary I found this volume an effective look at ueerness it gave real insight on the periodAnd most strangely this segment ends with a cliffhanger a real one that is shocking and exciting Who would have believed it?

  5. Fionnuala Fionnuala says:

    Palimpsest Image via urbanismeorgWhen I dig around in my mind for a few thoughts on the books I’ve read I think about the people who may attempt to interpret the shards and fragments I come up with What does the reader of a review need to discover?Perhaps only this simple inscription Skip the review and read the book instead Or perhaps what the reader needs is a link to a page containing an in depth excavation of the book by some scholar or professional reviewer But those options wouldn’t satisfy my need to revisit this book I read it six months ago and assemble a collection of images which will transform the experience of reading it into something I own something etched in my brain forever It is as if in the library of my mind I absolutely need to place a suitably illustrated volume entitled My version of Sodome et Gomorrhe beside its comrades leaving room of course for my thoughts on the remaining volumes of A la Recherche du Temps PerduBecause so many months have gone by since I’ve read the book and I’ve read the rest of the Recherche in the meantime I’m curious to see what stands out in my memory about this volume I often think in visual terms and I imagine Sodome et Gomorrhe which is the fourth book of the seven volumes of Proust’s Recherche as the apex of an isosceles triangle or like the gable of the house in the foreground of the image above Sodome et Gomorrhe is the middle volume pivotal in many ways and Proust has been working towards this point from the first volume laying down his themes layer by layer until he reached this twin chimney stack of Sodome and Gomorrhe After he had completed this volume he began the process of scraping away the layers of the palimpsest he had so carefully written over finally revealing the original message burnished by time in the seventh book Le Temps Retrouvé The symmetry of this entire work really appeals to me I’m in awe of Proust’s original vision in conceiving such an architecturally sound construction and knowing a little of the health constraints he worked under I can appreciate the discipline with which he steadily laboured until he finally reached the end a position he had carefully mapped out well before he built the middle sections Sodome and Gomorrhe Two place names because Proust loved place names In fact this volume is layered with place name lore so it isn't surprising that he uses place names in the title But Sodome and Gomorrhe are than just place names; they are the twin cities of the plain of Jordan which were destroyed by a wrathful God according to the book of Genesis I imagine Sodome and Gomorrhe like the two semi ruined constructions in the background of the ever useful image above Out of the ruins of the two cities and inspired by the words of a de Vigny poem La Femme aura Gomorrhe et l'Homme aura Sodome Proust imagines a race of menwomen womenmen marching forth to take their place in the foreground of the world And since his uest from the beginning has been to examine the passions which drive us all he sets out in his own uniue and idiosyncratic way to examine homosexuality and lesbianism using the landscape he created for his Narrator as the testing ground for his theories One of those relates to sleep and dreams a freuent theme in his writing; Proust describes sleep as that other alternative apartment we go to when we are no longer awake a place with its own special sounds its own logic In his dreams the people are freuently androgynous The detailed drawing above has uite a lot of blank space and this book also has its blank spaces its absences A major theme is the gaps left in our lives when those we love leave us But those gaps those blank spaces are elouent; the narrator’s grandmother who died in the previous volume and whom he worries about having forgotten completely is yet present than ever When a fragment of memory relating to his life with her gets pushed to the surface of his consciousness he suffers what he calls les intermittences du coeur or intermittences of the heart a kind of dysphoria or anxiety which leaves him troubled but which will also eventually unlock his creativity; the blank spaces are all destined to be filledCharles Swann is another character whose absence in the second part of this volume is as powerful as his presence Like the barely distinguishable lines along the edges of the image above his spirit is elouent than most of the living breathing population of the Narrator’s world That world is constructed using all of the tropes found in the previous volumes; trains theatres music mirrors obsession jealousy enmity and strife At times we the readers feel we are the audience at a very entertaining play full of dramatic moments and witty asides And for the first time so far in the Recherche Proust addresses us acknowledging our presence in an almost playful way But this volume isn't all theatre it is also about retracing footsteps; the Narrator returns to Balbec the place name which most inspired his child’s imagination He returns to the very same hotel room he’d stayed in years before a room facing the horizon lined with bookshelves the glass panels of which reflect every nuance of colour in the sea and sky a view which never fails to inspire wonderful words full of colour and music où maintenant le soleil ronde et rouge était déjà descendu au milieu de la glace obliue et comme uelue feu grégeois incendiait la mer dans les vitres de mes bibliothèues

  6. Aubrey Aubrey says:

    When they are happy calm satisfied with their surroundings we marvel at their precious gifts; it is the truth literally that speaks through their lips A touch of headache the slightest prick to their self esteem is enough to alter everything The luminous intelligence become brusue convulsive and shrunken no longer reflects anything but an irritable suspicious teasing self doing everything possible to displeaseIt was indeed the corrupting effect as it was also the charm of this country round Balbec to have become for me a land of familiar acuaintances; if its territorial distribution its extensive cultivation along the entire length of the coast with different forms of agriculture gave of necessity to the visits which I paid to these different friends the aspect of a journey they also reduced that journey to the agreeable proportions of a series of visits This book was both the easiest and the most tedious of the series to date in that the pages flowed faster under my Proust accustomed gaze but only on the days that I didn’t pass over it in favor of other works It also didn’t help that unlike the previous installations in the series I finished the last twenty or so pages in a state of aggravated fury brought upon not by incomprehension but the clearest understanding one could possibly hope for As I can’t do anything unusual especially in matters relating to literature without my mind immediately latching onto the issue and needling the reason out it I will explain myself hereI am a great believer in the powers of empathy when it comes to literature to the point that if a disagreeable character appears I immediately keep an especial eye on them and their circumstances in the hopes of finding something to improve my favorable understanding of them In previous works Proust has been a consummate master at this delving as deeply as he does into the human psyche at every turn and rendering nearly every action of seeming insipidness and stupidity into something I recognize as being capable of myself the insufferable human condition rendered sufferable and as a result granting valuable learning The difficulty of his prose simply made the journey a slow and contemplative one whose culminations bloomed as grandly and as gorgeously as if one had spent a lifetime watching a single seed languorously shoot and spread into the most awe inspiring of cathedrals Simply put the effort was well worth itThe problem of course is when the beauty and thoughtful meanderings can no longer excuse the idiocy and one becomes frustrated not only with the actions but even so with the attempts of the book to cloak the actions with the same softening colors that previously delighted the reader attempts that fail again and againI have to mention here that I am a very reserved person in the effect that while I feel as rapidly and as strongly as Proust so often describes I do not act on it As a result I have an extremely low tolerance for ridiculous heights of selfish idiocy something that I have observed in the narrator as well as other characters in ISOLT but was able to forgive when offered with wonderful passages of crystalline insight There is also my extreme dislike of stereotyping especially with regards to multitudes of varied souls that populate humanity in seemingly discriminate bunches In effect these two aspects of my personality lessened my compatibility with this book something that saddens me but cannot be helpedFor the book is called Sodom and Gomorrah and when it comes to the uote of Beckett that proclaims that in the book Homosexualityis as devoid of moral implications as the sexual patterns of flowers I have to disagree and instead find favor with the uote of André Gide Will you never portray this form of Eros for us in the aspect of youth and beauty? for while Proust never outright condemns it he does everything but There is no contemplative empathy no beautifying of another form of love nothing but ridiculous theories on the ways homosexuals act and come into contact with another mockeries of those who are severely mistaken in their belief that their secret is safe little skits of insipid jealousy with none of the compassion that Swann’s own efforts were treated No instead the narrator glorifies his own labors of love in all their hypersensitive irrationality and resigns himself to a lifetime of torment not when view spoilerhis grandmother dies but when he believes the girl whom he casually treats as a sexual play toy is doing the same with others of her own gender hide spoiler

  7. Luís Luís says:

    Sodome et Gomorrhe is the 4th Tome of La Recherche and the last published during Marcel Proust's lifetime Thus is this the final chapter of his great work that he has re knitted and retouched with the help of his beautiful collages that only his faithful Celestial could accompany Here again his writing is ambitious sometimes funny radiant in precise descriptions of characters In this volume we find almost all the significant figures of Research The author is mature less naive and sees beyond appearances The central theme is the inversion as he wrote today he would use homosexuality unvarnished It occupies the author's thoughts like an echo of his sensitivity His words resonate like a catharsis acceptance can be In this volume are also interwoven nostalgic moments of all grace where the narrator remembers his lost grandmother where the uestion of loss acidity is invited Those are the regrets and the beauty of memories This Proustian dive is a time suspended in graceWe find the Grand Hotel on the banks of the English Channel in the shade of young women in bloom who are also growing up in memory of the friendship that jealousy can spoil where portraits intersect where descriptions sometimes nourished by harsh sarcasm Read Marcel Proust is a journey where cabs and crinolines greet the tuxedos dethroning the toppers The moustache is shiny the manners liberated but under beautiful ointments the spirits cultivated the women lively and intuitive This incomplete list à la Prevert au Past Simple nourishes us with elegance

  8. Roman Clodia Roman Clodia says:

    Ah it's only with the hindsight of having finished this volume that I can see why I struggled so much with the previous one The Guermantes Way in that one the narrator had himself become a part of the superficial though outwardly enticing world of the salons and conseuently his style of recall was itself essentially superficial lacking in the meditative analysis and interiority that characterises this work It's a clever and bold move on Proust's part an outward performance of inner closing down as the narrator's consciousness dwells on the surface glamour of 'society' though one that I at least didn't 'get' until this volume marks in part its passing The key theme of this volume for me is instability the book foregrounds a chaotic flux of switches from the open emergence of ueer relationships freuently in people we've already met to the hairpin bends of the narrator's own emotions Without being heavy handed the narrative flags its modernity in the crumpling of stabilities not least in the narrator's own inner euilibrium Midway through the work as a whole this volume looks both backwards and forwards we return to Balbec and there the narrator accesses the suppressed grief for his grandmother that was so conspicuously missing from the previous volume He also revives his relationship with Albertine that has been simmering uietly in the background and we can now understand that the relationship between Swann and Odette so vividly recounted in volume 1 is a motif that has coloured the narrator's whole understanding of erotic love of sexual desire even of women or at least of his objects of desire it's well recognised that all the narrator's beloveds have feminine versions of masculine names Gilberte Albertine Andrée The SwannOdette narrative is like a form of imprinting that shades the narrator's perceptions and comprehensions a fine example of contingency that I'm assuming with three volumes to go will also shape the narrator's life at least in this memorialised reconstruction which let's not forget is what this is So this is an important volume for me and the one where I think Proust's larger design comes into clearer focus And just when we're admiring all the modernist abandonment of coherency when it comes to plot or characterisation Proust mischievously throws in a well worn trope of the novel he ends on a cliff hanger

  9. Roy Lotz Roy Lotz says:

    As our vision is a deceiving sense a human body even when it is loved as Albertine’s was seems to us to be a few yards’ at a few inches’ distance from us And similarly with the soul that inhabits it A good case can be made that these books should be read one after the other so as not to lose the narrative thread or to forget the many characters involved But I am finding that an eually good case can be made for spacing them out Memory is crucial to this novel; the remembrance of things past the search for lost time The length of the series itself makes the passing of time almost palpable; and likewise all of Proust's sentences are microcosms of the novel as a whole each one stretching across the page forcing you to hold the beginning in mind as you slowly make your way to the end It is arguably this experience itself feeling your mind being pulled both forward and back across time that is the essence of Proust’s style This time around the experience of time took on an additional aspect for me Over and over during this volume I had flashbacks of my time in Manhattan where I read the first three volumes I remembered the chilling December days the brooding cloudy sky over the Hudson the aftertaste of vinegar in my mouth as I walked along the High Line during my lunch breaks the banging sounds of construction work and the wailing of fire truck sirens the visceral boredom of work the geometrical beauty of the New York skyline the way the sun glistened off the glass façades of the skyscrapers Here in Madrid as I walked to work in the pre dawn darkness with the tall office buildings towering over me the past and present were woven together by the continued narrative of this novel I haven’t yet read Harold Bloom but I am somewhat familiar with his idea of the ‘anxiety of influence’ Well I think I have this anxiety with respect to Proust In my writing and my thinking I have been so strongly influenced by him that it’s hard for me to see his novel clearly or evaluate it fairly And I think this acknowledgement of my debt to him sometimes turns into resentment I feel as though I have to find his weaknesses what he left out what he did wrong to justify myself In short when I criticize him I suspect my own motives But I can’t help thinking that Proust does have serious weaknesses as a writer First he has several bad habits—in English translation at least—that rubbed off on me and from which I am still trying to rid myself Most superficially one of these habits is his tendency to use the royal ‘we’ in his general pronouncements see the opening uote for an example of this He also tends to say how people “would” behave and how things “would” happen instead of keeping to the simple past and describing how things did happenOf course I’m not saying that his prose isn’t superbly beautiful; very often it is Even so the endless barrage of lengthy sentences and the monotonous tone—and say what you will he is not a versatile writer—can really wear you out Sometime’s he’s just plain frustrating Proust can spill gallons of ink and take up twenty pages just to make you understand that Character X is sexually involved with Character Y or that Character Z is a bit of a bore Another thing that really grates on me is the subject matter People accuse Jane Austen of being pinched and narrow in her focus; but Austen is a Tolstoy compared to Proust Soirée after soirée after soirée; all of these snobbish strange and unsympathetic aristocrats Granted this novel is certainly a fascinating historical document being a sort of ethnography of a moribund form of European society although Proust is a much worse ethnographer than Austen But very often I cannot feel bad about the disappearance of this way of life That these supposedly cultured people could get so absorbed in such trifles; that four volumes could go by without the narrator so much as contemplating getting a job; that the same tired references to Molière Racine Hugo Balzac Debussy and Chopin keep getting recycled over and over; that in the land of the French Revolution the most politically controversial thing is the Dreyfus affair—it’s maddening really Everything is just so disconnected from life as I know it that it’s hard to find parallels or even analogs with my experience Philosophically my main objection to Proust’s method is his ruthless Cartesianism By this I mean his tendency to see human action through a hyper subjective lense; to see the mind as its own place disconnected from the world around it and people as inhabiting their own mental worlds John Donne said No man is an islandEntire of himselfEvery man is a piece of the continentA part of the main But Proust is enad of the opposite idea that people are islands For him all communication is in fact just miscommunication He makes much ado about how one person misinterprets something said by another; he spends pages on the agonies that his narrator goes through as he puzzles over a chance remark or a small gesture Often Proust can be a philosophical one trick pony Here is his trick The narrator misinterprets something acts accordingly and then collides with the external reality; then he retreats back into himself to come up with another interpretation Proust occupies this space the space between perception and reality and probes it so insistently that you uestion whether perception can ever be accurateTwo or three times it occurred to me for a moment that the world in which this room and these bookshelves were situated and in which Albertine counted for so little was perhaps an intellectual world which was the sole reality and my grief something like what feel when we read a novel of thing of which only a madman would make a lasting and permanent grief that prolonged itself through his life; that a tiny movement of my will would suffice perhaps to attain to that real world to re enter it passing through my grief as one breaks through a paper hoop and to think no about what Albertine had done than about the actions of the imaginary heroine of a novel after we have finished reading itWell there’s no denying that Proust often brings up good points in this regard Nevertheless I think this Cartesianism limited him both as a thinker and as a novelist With connection to Proust I often think of something a sociology professor said to me The subject was intimate relations; he saidThere are many methods using personality tests and demographics of determining whether two people are likely to have a good relationship But there is this extra uality what some people call ‘chemistry’—the unexpected ways that two people’s personalities interact with one another Some people have good chemistry some people have bad chemistry There’s no way to tell beforehand what will happen when two people start talkingNow I’m neither a psychologist nor a sociologist and I don’t know whether there is any evidence for that view But it certainly seems true to my experience And for me some of the most talented novelists are so wonderful partially because they can capture this phenomenon of chemistry Consider two great writers I mentioned above Tolstoy and Austen Both of them so different in many ways are similar in their ability to describe how people change in the presence of other people; how one character brings out snobbishness in the protagonist another couettishness and a third joviality In both fiction and in life I love to see how personalities interact Why? Because it is this experience that makes me most strongly feel that I am not an island; that I am part of the world of everyone around me and they are a part of mine And it is this that I most sorely miss from Proust’s perspective because to portray this you need to give up the idea that you are just a mind and embrace the idea that you are a social creature with as many ‘selves’ as social worlds you inhabit Whew that felt good I needed to get all that off my chest The truth is I can criticize Proust until I run out of breath but I still love this novel And this volume is I think one of the stronger ones For a long time I had been hoping that he’d do with the Baron de Charlus and in this volume he does just that The introduction of homosexuality into the novel added a badly needed touch of spice And believe it or not a real story is starting to take shape; this volume even ends on a cliffhanger I will allow time to pass before moving on to the next volume I definitely need a break from Proust if only to push away his influence once again and regain my own voice Until then I will dwell on my memories

  10. Madeleine Madeleine says:

    As Sodom and Gomorrah began our Narrator was struggling to understand the nature of homosexuals while I was alternating between reading his early twentieth century musings and poring over sweetly triumphant images of same sex couples rushing to legitimize their long running relationships with celebratory midnight marriages As the strange continent of inverts draws horticultural allusions and comparisons to covert societies in Proust's time the LGBT community is finally being recognized in a way that signals the slow unravelling of ignorance and ineuality in mine For the first three volumes it was easy to lose any sense of cultural or chronological divide when faced with so many universal constants of humanity that all but waltzed off their pages and pages of lyrical metaphors; in SG we have a Narrator who recalls how the first time he saw an airplane overhead filled him with childlike wonder and lives in a time when it is apparently totally normal for a man to pick out his female companion's evening attire which are but a few examples that like unchecked homophobia for the first time in my journey with Proust heralded a struggle to bridge the gap between when these volumes were written and when I'm reading them bringing into stark reality just how much separates modernism from modern times regardless of how well the common ground of so many other shared human experiences minimized the inevitable differences in eras and epochs I finally felt the full extent of the distance literal and figurative in time and physical distance of the real and fictionally polished between the richly depicted intricately crafted images Proust used to construct his Narrator's winding halls of memory and the world to which I belong It was a jarring transition for sure but it was also a rather well timed one As the Narrator become increasingly aware of adult life's complicated emotions stirring inside and the societal politics constantly changing around him not to mention the slow encroachment of technology which does cast a shroud of smoky modernization on a world previously draped in pristine laces and cloud soft velvets I too got a taste of that irrevocable shift from a reasonably expected understanding to desperate reconsideration of an ever shifting worldThis installment sadly is one I read in staccato bursts of precious free time It is unfortunate because Proust is best savored like good wine rather than chugged like cheap beer and I fear I spent time drunk on his beautiful words than intoxicated by his narrative insight In those exhausted but relieved hours at home in those stolen wedges of at work bookwormery in whatever few minutes were spent in uiet solitude I clung to Proust with the desperation of a booklover in the throes of both work related burnout and the dreaded reader's slump And while a frantic heart may not be the best way to approach words that are ideally enjoyed at a leisurely stroll I do believe the Narrator's burgeoning sense of humor and need to slowly drink in his surroundings kept me grounded during chaotic times While SG may not have been my favorite installment it is the one that affected me the deepest Among the revolving door of social obligations and self indulgent observations that seem to occupy the majority of Fictional Marcel's abundant free time I found myself most invested in his delayed reaction to his grandmother's death Having never known the magnitude of a transgenerational love like that which Narrator shared with his maternal grandmother I felt his palpable grief just as keenly as the slow arriving but no less heartrending clarity of permanent absence that hit him upon revisiting a place that once played such an important role in demonstrating the fondness and compassion that can exist between a grandmother and her grandson As the Narrator contemplates how different Balbec is without his beloved grandmother as he muses on how much his own once young mother has taken on the visage of her own mother now that the elder woman's death has left a role unfulfilled as he retraces rooms that once were filled with his grandmother's presence the concrete reality of past time being truly lost time came thundering down against a mostly familiar landscape that derives most of its changes from the players inhabiting it It is odd that the grief is intense but short lived yes but I couldn't help but write it off as the Narrator's decision to forge ahead with his life rather than mawkishly wallow in grief such are the intermittences of the heart no? I continue to find the romantic entanglements of these characters to be a high school level of ridiculous It seems like so few of the relationships presented thus far in ISOLT Swann and Odette; the Narrator and Gilberte and also Albertine; Saint Loup and Rachel are healthy mutually affectionate ones but it could also be that I have little patience for romances even fictional ones that are built on a foundation of obsession and possession rather than respect and genuine fondness And really the affair between Morel and Charlus isn't anything laudable I know but I can't help but find it one of the most believable examples of heady lust in terms of its execution and its players' emotionally fueled behaviors There is little else but pure attraction drawing Charlus helplessly toward Morel who can't help but take advantage of or be manipulated by depending on your vantage point the older gentleman's affections and gifts Still the greed with which Charlus tries to keep Morel to himself while all but undressing him in public the satisfaction he derives just from coaxing the younger musician into his presence is okay a bit much yes but also keenly evocative of an irrationally all consuming unrealistically intense first crush and the reluctant empathy of understanding such memories drag along in their wake Sodom and Gomorrah struck me as proof that the memories of our past can't help but be intertwined with memories of others a reminder that there are always multiple perspectives at play and that as the ending scenes with Bloch reinforce not everyone's assessment of a situation will always be reliable or anything than actions born of misunderstanding a sticky situation that was handled badly because there are no do over options in real life and things only make sense when hindsight lays down the rest of the puzzle ISOLT might be fictional sure but it is written as an account of life and sometimes learning life's lessons means that truths can be as ugly as our lesser selves

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Sodome et Gomorrhe ❂ [EPUB] ✺ Sodome et Gomorrhe By Marcel Proust ➛ – Sodom and Gomorrah opens a new phase of In Search of Lost Time While watching the pollination of the Duchess de Guer mantes’s orchid the narrator secretly observes a sexual encounter between two men Sodom and Gomorrah opens a new phase of In Search of Lost Time While watching the Sodome et Kindle - pollination of the Duchess de Guer mantes’s orchid the narrator secretly observes a sexual encounter between two men “Flower and plant have no conscious will” Samuel Beckett wrote of Proust’s representation of sexuality “They are shameless exposing their genitals And so in a sense are Proust’s men and women shameless There is no uestion of right and wrong”For this authoritative English language edition D J Enright has revised the late Terence Kilmartin’s acclaimed reworking of C K Scott Moncrieff’s translation to take into account the new definitive French editions of Á la recherché du temps perdu the final volume of these new editions was published by the Bibliothèue de la Pléiade in .