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Swann's Way: Combray Chapter 1 (4th post)

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 And so we come to the one part of the novel that everyone who has heard of Proust, non-readers included, knows: the episode of the madeleine. Proust prepares by introducing the idea of voluntary memory. He describes this as the memory of the intellect and does not prize it very highly because "the pictures which that kind of memory shows us preserve nothing of the past itself" ( p.57 Scott Moncrieff, p.47 Terence Kilmartin ). Of our own past, he says: "It is a labour in vain to attempt to recapture it: all the efforts of our intellect must prove futile. The past is hidden somewhere outside the realm and reach of the intellect in some material object ... which we do not suspect", or to be more precise "in the sensation which that material object will give us". Rather, we can only recapture the past by way of an involuntary memory (a term which Proust coined) and we will discover in the final part of the novel, after a series of similar but lesser known ...

Swann's Way: Combray Chapter 1 (3rd post)

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We have already referred to Marcel's dread of bedtime at Combray as usually having started towards the end of the afternoon and lasted several hours before he actually went up to bed ( p.9 Scott Moncrieff, p.9 Terence Kilmartin ). His sole consolation was that his mother would come to kiss him goodnight. However, in the same way as his anxiety starts before his bedtime, the sound of his mother coming up the stairs to bestow that kiss would usually be "a moment of the keenest sorrow" ( p.14 SM, p.13 KM ). His anticipation extends the duration of his misery. And when the brief ceremony was over, he would long, but never dare, to call her back for another kiss. Artist: Paul Helleu But even those short visits were better than when she did not come at all because they had guests (mainly Swann) to dinner. As a teenager, Proust had answered a questionnaire in which he revealed that his greatest misery would be to be separated from his mother. There is some confusion as to his ag...

Swann's Way: Combray Chapter 1 (2nd post)

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During the summers of his childhood, Marcel's mother and father would take him to stay at his great-aunt's house in Combray with other members of the family. His remembrance of Combray starts with the bedtime anxiety he suffered there over whether his mother would come to kiss him goodnight or whether his father would dissuade her from this pampering ( p.9 Scott Moncrieff, p.9 T Kilmartin ). It is perhaps noteworthy that he usually refers to her as "Mamma" ("maman") whereas he always refers to "my father" ("mon père" never "papa"). When he does refer to "my mother" ("ma mère") it is often because he has just mentioned "my father".  Marcel is either a highly sensitive child or his suffering is disproportionate to its cause: indeed, his fear of possibly having to forgo his mother's kiss draws a dark cloud not just over bedtime but over the end of each afternoon, in the same way as Mondays cast a p...

Swann's Way: Combray Chapter 1 (Overture)

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The first time I read the opening page, I was hooked because Proust described a phenomenon that I thought only I experienced. The narrator (not yet named as Marcel) falls asleep while reading in bed and would sometimes, in that brief period of hypnagogic confusion, thinking he was still awake and it was time to go to sleep, try to put away his book and extinguish the candle. Also during this transitional state, he would feel he had become the subject of his book, be it something concrete such as a building, something less solid such as a piece of music, or even an abstract relationship between two historical figures. Artist: Yehuda Pen What I didn't know then, and still don't, is whether it is an occurrence with which all, or many, bedtime readers are familiar. At that time, my experience was very slightly different, but later became identical with Proust's depiction, and is now slightly different again. It now seems as though, having not noticed I have turned off the light...