

Will she, or won‘t she?…
Slowly progressing with Proust. In The Captive, part 1, Albertine and Marcel are living together. Now that she is completely in his possession, he thinks he can no longer love her and he realizes what he is missing because of their relationship. On the other hand he is obsessively jealous when they‘re apart and afraid she‘ll cheat on him. Lying in bed he tries to control both their lives.
(Pic: Dolls‘ house in Rijksmuseum, Amsterdam)
This is how I finished The Captive, in the coziest place possible! While I can understand the narrator‘s toxic obsession with Albertine to be enough to dissuade some readers, I found the dynamic between his jealous monitoring and her inscrutability compelling, if at times repetitive. The parallel dissolution of Charlus and Morel is far more dramatic. If for no other reason, read for the descriptions of art and memory.
Sitting in the zero gravity chair at work, which makes me 😴 but Proust has moments that wake me up and make me 🤔
I am starting volume 5 of In Search of Lost Times.
In this book the whole gang moves from the French coast to Paris again, where they will do exactly the same as they did at the coast: #cometogether and look at and talk about eachother!
And yet it is somehow entertaining to be part of this, as a reader. #heyjune