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About the Author: Marcel Proust

French novelist, best known for his 3000 page masterpiece la recherche du temps perdu Remembrance of Things Past or In Search of Lost Time , a pseudo autobiographical novel told mostly in a stream of consciousness style Born in the first year of the Third Republic, the young Marcel, like his narrator, was a delicate child from a bourgeois family He was active in Parisian high society during t



10 thoughts on “La Prisonnière & Albertine Disparue (À la recherche du temps perdu, #5-6)

  1. says:

    gore juss seriously a perfect book i am reviewing the captive and the fugitive separately because even though modern library publishes them together in one volume, i don t want to lose this high i am on after reading the captive what if the fugitive isn t as good i will not have the luster worn off my glee seriously, by the fifth installment, is anyone even paying attention any who remembers the fifth of anything but this one i reacted to it the way most people reacted to swann s way this is absolutely what i expected, in my most hopeful moods, proust would be that glorious minutia but this time, it is all about that awkward transitional period of a romantic entanglement where you don t want the other person any, but you don t yet want them to be with anyone else, either but this character being who he is, he takes it a little too far and becomes freaking crazy with it, wanting the other person to make the break in order to assuage his guilt thinking and thinking and thinking and strategizing but along the way, making some really astute commentaries on human relationships and the love process.i started out with this one, like all the rest, going bookmark crazy every time i came across a passage i thought was lovely or reminiscent of something in my own life, but if i had kept it up, there would have been a bookmark on every page at one point, i realized it was getting out of control, and i just gave up and decided the whole thing is a bookmark.a number of relationships come to an end in this volume all handled rather poorly, and all fairly devastating severance is rarely tidy, but lord there are some drawn out situations, and this time l wears the king douchebag hatthis is about the slow poisonous nature of unfit relationships the way that each participant is changed by the relationship itself into something opposite of what sparked the initial attraction all the bitterness, the lies, the jealous accusations, and the unspoken fears his psychology is so complicated and intense, but in this particular subject matter, frighteningly relatable for me.not that i am a crazy, but i have had relationships, blessedly long ago, that put me into positions that were as uncomfortable as anything written here i had an english teacher in high school who would distill every book we read to two phrases it was an allegory of society , or it represented the universality of mankind , which never made any sense to me not the commonality of human experience , but the universality of mankind despite its clunkiness and its failure as a phrase to mean anything at all, it kept popping into my head when i was reading this i have been the captive albertine, i have been the captive marcel now that we can use the name now that he has finally given a name in this volume i have been l, and charlus, and jupien s daughter whose name i can t even remember right now and all of them at one point in my life relationships get messy and proust writes them so well, it dredges up every memory i had of every failed relationship, but in a good, phew way.and that ending thomas hardy or saki couldn t have done it better they would have done it shorter, but not better.am taking my three book break now but i am rarin to get into book 6 i don t even know if i have left enough room to review it in this space oops proustfail.it says i have 16,141 characters left is that enough i don t do math.come to my blog

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    Though these segments of Proust s novel are bundled together, I m going to treat them as separate entities Though there are of course great moments the first reveal, 3,300 pages in, of the protagonist s name, which is like the sun bursting through a foggy afternoon the cliffhanger ending the reappearance of certain traits of Marcel s great aunt in Combray THE CAPTIVE is my personal low point of I.S.o.L.T., a long, obsessive meander through the protagonist s most frustrating tendencies jealousy, homophobia When this book suffers, it s usually because Proust writes with authority and at great length about subjects about which he is fundamentally mistaken The captivity of Albertine is a frustrating plotline, and at 550 pages, leaves the viewer little breathing room It took me weeks to get through it.But persevere, because THE FUGITIVE is extraordinary It stands with SWANN IN LOVE as a high point of this great work It s a series of 4 vignettes, each of which permanently modifies and smashes together characters who we have come to love Albertine, Gilberte, Mama, St Loup , to relish in Charlus, Legrandin, Jupien and his niece , to distrust Morel, Monsieur de Norpois This sudden flowering of action and time and location I won t spoil it is the perfect counterbalance to THE CAPTIVE, and importantly, continues the work of SODOM AND GOMORRAH in rounding out the novel s plot Many seemingly minor scenes recur and are made complicated many things that we have long been waiting for come to pass It s a remarkable achievement.I added 3.9 to 5.2 and rounded up I can t imagine anyone would get this far and then give in, but if you find yourself floundering in THE CAPTIVE, have courage.

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    But in exchange for what our imagination leads us to expect and we give ourselves so much futile trouble trying to find, life gives us something which we were very far from imagining. If you have come thus far in this search for time lost, here you may remember that, as unfeasible as it may seem, this is in fact but a part of a single work, one that built and built and has finally started to wind its way slowly down trains of thought already distilled, running on rails made efficient by readerly familiarity It is not the end, not yet, but still there is the lingering sense of something other than the constant growth and spread of pure novelty of Swann, Flower, Guermantes, Sodom rather than the youth of yore, the rites of maturation have begun For the narrator is as gorgeously incisive as before, but in the throes of capture and flight he begins, truly begins, to consider others as being capable of the same inconsistent desire, the same instantaneous flutters of heart and habitus Here, time begins its return.The turnaround is slow, subtle, and fully explicated, as everything has ever been within the passes of these pages, but still much of a surprise, as while our narrator is a wonder with intimating at the countless facets of visual delight, relegating him to the category of spoiled brat would be anything but too harsh a judgment But, of course, his life has been a luxurious one, and it is a rare gift indeed to be considerate of others without ever having been forced to do so with little to no expectation of reward If one wished to trivialize the matters bounded within the doubled novels of a single tome, it could be said that here, the narrator wins his toy long enough to become bored with it, and then has it taken away in such a manner that does not allow for any hint of retrieval, no matter how much the narrator wheedles or begs But what is a mark of maturity if not the coming to terms with a incontrovertible refusal in such a way that enables a calmer, colder manner of evaluating the thwarting of future whims, fancies, dreams of any length and substantial measure For if there s one thing to be said about having one s lifelong pursuits come to nothing, it s the resulting perspective and all the changes fortified on it.In shorter, simpler terms, the narrator in the course of this chapter of this over four thousand page novel is reaching the aging complacency of been there, done that, but is not yet quite fully there As this is Proust, what would normally be sketched out in a few sentences in other pieces of fiction is rhapsodized on for hundreds of pages, and what would merit only a passing glance is here expanded on to a glorious extent, to the point that one cannot simply read the changes the narrator s thought patterns undergo, the return of so many figures of his youth long ago given up for good, the application of experience painstakingly incorporated into the character to current circumstance, the slow giving way of future hopes to a thoughtful measuring of the mix of past and present, but feel them Life forces itself on the narrator once and for all, and with his spoiled sensibilities slighted, his anxious back and forth of flighty indecision decapitated in the street, he submits to the reality and comes out the better for it His acute sensitivity to the flow of influence and infinite variety of observation protects him from the worst of protective mechanisms via calcification of personality, and while still fickle and overwrought, his path through life is no longer a linear one of ever constant horizons and ever rejected familiarity Past and future are beginning to coalesce within his grasp, and the present is becoming less of a search and of a complex interchange between self, time, and circumstance with every passing instance a newness less pristine, a habit less condemned.The sun has begun to set on the stage of this lengthy exploration of color, love, society, leaving a narrator beginning to learn that not all lost opportunities are worth forever mourning, that the paths of life led thus far are no less valuable for not having adhered to a past plan of action, however seemingly frivolous in nature or wasteful in scope of time A beginning flicker of, yes, perhaps what one needs is not around the corner, an entirety necessitating a complete sacrifice of all that came before, but a hand in hand conjoining of accumulated self and subsequent surrounding An acquiescence to the need of constant reevaluation, one inspiring and tiresome and inspiring again, fueled by nothing but a sense of one day looking back on it all and seeing something that, despite all the chaotic fumblings and discordant backtracks, shaped itself worthwhile A day that has not yet come to pass, may never come to pass, will require so much for so long before coming to pass, and yet there is an undercurrent that will not be denied, a tidal flow that, for all its effacing tendencies on seaside shore, offers an integrated art of existence in flotsam left behind Composers do not remember this lost fatherland, but each of them remains all his life unconsciously attuned to it he is delirious with joy when he sings in harmony with his native land, betrays it at times with his thirst for fame, but then, in seeking fame, turns his back on it, and it is only by scorning fame that he finds it when he breaks out into that distinctive strain the sameness of which for whatever its subject it remains identical with itself proves the permanence of the elements that compose his soul But in that case is it not true that those elements all the residuum of reality which we are obliged to keep to ourselves, which cannot be transmitted in talk, even from friend to friend, from master to disciple, from lover to mistress, that ineffable something which differentiates qualitatively what each of us has felt and what he is obliged to leave behind at the threshold of the phrases in which he can communicate with others only by limiting himself to externals, common to all and of no interest are brought out by art, the art of a Vinteuil like that of an Elstir, which exteriorises in the colours of the spectrum the intimate composition of those worlds which we call individuals and which, but for art, we should never know A pair of wings, a different respiratory system, which enabled us to travel through space, would in no way help us, for if we visited Mars or Venus while keeping the same senses, they would clothe everything we could see in the same aspect as the things of Earth The only true voyage, the only bath in the Fountain of Youth, would be not to visit strange lands but to possess other eyes, to see the universe through the eyes of another, of a hundred others, to see the hundred universes that each of them sees, that each of them is and this we can do with an Elstir, with a Vinteuil with men like these we do really fly from star to star.

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    The Captive In Search of Lost Time Volume V The Fugitive In Search of Lost Time Volume VI NotesAddendaSynopsis

  5. says:

    Again, the writing is so delicious that I tended to forget what an idiot the narrator is Maybe I m being harsh, but if I d been in Albertine s shoes I would have left him long before she did.I have taken to reading this after I get home from work I deal with some of the difficult spects of peoples lives, mostly towards the end I immerse myself in Proust for a while and forget the tensions of the day I m not sure how Proust kept the standard of writing so high, but he has.Proust revisits a number of themes throughout and in this volume the narrator in his obsession with Albertine seems to suffer the same sort of separation anxiety he used to feel as a child His mother at this point is living elsewhere and disapproving of his relationship with Albertine An interesting switch.We get of the marvellously silly Verdurin s and Baron Charlus continues to delight, but this volume really centres on the narrator and Albertine and whether or not she is having Lesbian affairs Poor Marcel is bored with her and wants to break things off, obsessed with her, can t make his mind up until she does it for him.The problem with reviewing this is I just keep remembering the Monty Python sketch The All England summarizing Proust contest If you haven t seen it, look it up it s nearly as silly as the narrator.

  6. says:

    I ve attempted this is already generous to review each volume of In Search of Lost Time, but every time I finish reading one, I feel like I should just skip it this time around To put it in banal and melodramatic terms, this book has really meant a lot to me I think I ll leave it at that rather than give in to my desire to gush in Proustian sentences about all the emotions, thoughts, and nostalgia I ve experienced solely from imbibing and osmosing Marcel s thoughts and feelings It has been one of the great gifts in my life While not yet at the finish line, already I have little doubt that this will surpass War and Peace as my favorite book I m tempted to meander like this for awhile because the truth is that a couple unusual circumstances make it very difficult to review this two volume set.First, these volumes represent the late middle part of one book and there are some major spoilers, although they probably wouldn t be recognized as such unless you were currently somewhere between volumes three and four This book didn t even feel like a novel until the end of Sodom and Gomorrah, 2000 pages into the story But after a relatively brief retreat in The Prisoner, the novelish aspects pick up significantly in The Fugitive, which delivers a couple metaphorical knockouts In a word, I d say these parts are stunning , but this is mostly based on the level of expectation or lack thereof that Proust is able to not build up Often, authors resort to shocking or amazing experiences which the vast majority of readers can only imagine and thus distort and embellish emotionally to achieve such an impact But Proust takes events that are minor or ordinary and imbues them with an unexpected power based primarily on a degree of unexpectedness that rivals that of real life We rightfully expect plot development from novels, so this utter anti expectation is almost never set up in fiction But the first four volumes lull you into this state And because Proust s reveals can be so jarring again, like ordinary life even if you realize later that he dropped than a few hints along the way they leave a serious mark if you re super invested guilty in his seemingly plotless and over privileged world Although it s nearly impossible to review any specific aspect of The Fugitive without giving something important away, and despite the fact that this was the first volume where the narrator s major emotions and thoughts were somewhat foreign to me based on my own lack of life experiences, I was consistently moved just the same I ve probably said too much already The second reason these volumes are difficult to review is personal I read The Prisoner and The Fugitive while on my honeymoon, which probably sounds perfectly reasonable unless you ve read them In which case, you probably think I m a crazy or weirdly masochistic To quote Mike Reynolds haha 1 , Proust is both romantic and anti romantic 2 But the romantic side is mostly absent here Or if psychotically jealous, controlling, and conniving behavior could be considered romantic, then that word will be forever pejorative to my mind And yet, perhaps there is nothing appropriate to read on one s honeymoon or before deciding to plunge into a marriage Like the person of faith who must examine every possible objection to their belief or give it up, the would be spouse must willingly stare into the harshest realities of love, history, commitment, jealousy, honesty, and trust before making that relational leap Proust demands this type of introspection Part b to this second reason of review difficulty has to do with Proust s treatment of jealousy, one of The Prisoner s and the entire novel s major themes I haven t seen anyone suggest this before, but I suspect it s true your response to this book may strongly depend on how you relate to the novel s treatment of this emotion, which I cannot imagine being surpassed in all of literature in terms of accurateness or completeness While jealousy has not been a significant part of my life for some time, this hasn t always been the case, and beginning with Swann s Way, Proust pried loose many painful memories that I ve begun scrutinizing for the first time in years Some of these even induce small tremors of pain, although now I can mostly just savor the memory of this pain from a perfectly bearable and safe distance, having long since begun and perhaps finished the healing processes that Proust recounts so thoroughly While I should apologize for being vague I said this was difficult , I cannot stress enough how much I ve learned about myself and my life s evolution in terms of love, jealousy, and every other conceivable emotion At the end of The Fugitive, things are suddenly rushed you read that right , and the book takes a quick turn that makes the entire novel seem as if it s half over rather than nearly finished As I ve only just begun the final volume, I can t yet determine if this rushed and somewhat contradictory section is truly problematic it segues quite cleanly into Time Regained at least , but perhaps this is the inevitable consequence of Proust s untimely death, as I believe the final three volumes were published postmortem The structure of In Search of Lost Time is already so strange and delightful to my reading sensibilities that I m not sure if I ll ever be able to objectively critique this aspect of it I ve entirely given myself over to Proust s work, and from this I continue to reap personal, philosophical, and emotional rewards of which I had never previously imagined References1 Matt2 Mike Reynolds brian

  7. says:

    Jealousy and grief form the twin concerns of v5 The Captive and v6 The Fugitive respectively For me, what unites such explorations in these two books was the fragility of our inner and outer lives we grow jealous because we anticipate losing those whom we love and we are beset by never ending grief because we still cannot really believe that we have lost them and pace Kundera, forgetting is our sole anodyne Early on in The Captive in which Albertine is installed in Marcel s family s apartments so that he can, out of his anxiety that it is some other woman and not himself whom she loves, keep tabs on her , Proust makes the following observation Sweet, gay, innocent moments to all appearance, and yet moments in which there gathers the unsuspected possibility of disaster, which makes the amorous life the most precarious of all, that in which the unpredictable rain of sulphur and brimstone falls after the most radiant moments, whereupon, without having the heart or the will to draw a lesson from our misfortune, we set to work at once to rebuild upon the slopes of the crater from which nothing but catastrophe can emerge I was as carefree as those who imagine their happiness will last Proust says elsewhere that learning that happiness cannot last is a key lesson to learn, and even claims that if Albertine had not left him he would only have known half of life.Indeed, the word half figures prominently in these two volumes, as people are always half awake, half asleep, lips are half open to receive a lover s kiss, or eyes are half closed to the half light that reveals two lovers intertwined against a wall, or girls on the street are half human, half winged creatures, angel or peri Persian mythical creatures of ambiguous valence Perhaps because our human nature can only half tolerate reality Each new doubt makes us feel that the limit has been reached, that we cannot cope with it then we manage to find room for it all the same, and once it is introduced into the fabric of our lives it enters into competition there with so many longings to believe, so many reasons to forget, that we speedily become accustomed to it, and end by ceasing to pay attention to it It lies there dormant like a half healed pain, a mere threat of suffering which, the reverse side of desire, a feeling of the same order that has become, like it, the focus of our thoughts, irradiates them from infinite distances with wisps of sadness, as desire irradiates them with unidentifiable pleasures, wherever anything can be associated with the person we love But the pain revives as soon as a new doubt enters our mind intact even if we assure ourselves almost at once I shall deal with this, there ll be some way of avoiding suffering, it can t be true, nevertheless there has been a first moment in which we suffered as though we believed it If we had merely limbs, such as legs and arms, life would be endurable Unfortunately we carry inside us that little organ which we call the heart, which is subject to certain maladies in the course of which it is infinitely impressionable Here Proust is not yet even half way to making his point I had to end that blockquote somewhere , but the un fortunate thing about Proust is that he is almost unparaphrasable, unreviewable The only way to deal with the book might be to re read the darn thing, over over, without end as a favourite professor of mine did, with both ISOLT and Ulysses on his bedside table, taking turns , taking in each partial truth partially, so that we approach but never arrive at the true heart of things.We live in parts, but our tyrant, that restless, relentless, sadistic colonizer, love, is a demand for a whole that can never be fully met If we were to ever fully possess the beloved, Proust claims, then love itself would cease We love only what we do not wholly possess Here I mean by love reciprocal torture Amorous curiosity is like the curiosity aroused in us by the names of places perpetually disappointed, it revives and remains for ever insatiable I put off reviewing this book because there are so many ways to approach it besides the many bits I underlined on the relations of art in general, and novels in particular to life, one other central metaphor is that jealousy is just tyrannical reason s its handmaiden in the above quot n, curiosity desire to know therefore to control applied to love, for example, and by the end of the sixth volume we learn just how wrong reason can be But I won t go into all of that for the sake of brevity, you understand, as Polonius once said before soiling a pristine arras with stuff that that little organ which we call the heart traffics in Too much Or not enough Anyhow, it was somewhere in volume five, after being really, really irritated by the character Marcel s insane jealousy jealousy and envy are the qualities I least admire in people, and am too slow to tolerate or seek to understand that a light bulb suddenly went on over my head and I realised that as soon as I finish v7 this December, I will have to go back and start again, like my professor I m hooked.

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    The longest book I ve ever read, longer than those with many pages I don t mean the complete Search I m referring to this volume, a mere 936 pages that took me forever If I m honest with this impression, I should admit that I find Proust sort of stupefying most of the time I can only read 15 pages at a time without dosing off or reaching for my phone But every once in a while there s an image or insight that makes it all worthwhile I mean, the book is regularly studded with the best of things I look for in books, my copy is regularly dogeared, but this installment is dense and nutso For the most part, Marcel is with Albertine but doesn t want to be with her The Captive , but once she s gone The Fugitive he s obsessed with her again, madly in love, until he learns of her sudden spoiler alert Most of the musing seems to be about whether Albertine is getting it on with women The finest section, up there with the description of the grandmother s death, describes Albertine asleep It s not riveting but it s surely real good and maybe even the best ever Other bits take off, especially about music and Venice but they re not as clear as the bit about Albertine sleeping When Proust s prose clarifies an image, be it a little phrase in a concerto, pink hawthorns, an airplane rising into the sky, or his lover asleep, he s the best For me, when he brings the aristocracy on stage, he doesn t totally falter at all but I fall asleep Memorable bits in this include asking Andree if he can watch as she gets it on with another woman or at least gently caresses a woman s arm Also, the revelation about M de Charlus and Odette, and about St Loup at the end In general, like in Stendhal s The Red and the Black, this depicts in summary than in scene the tilt a whirl game playing dynamics of the ending of an intense relationship The gist is say or do exactly the opposite of what you really want to say or do insincere concealment is essential to successful manipulation of a lover As a non reader, I hate that shit so much, but on the page, it s less frustrating childish, although Marcel is starting to seem and to me like a manipulative obsessive sociopath I mean, he can t seem to look at a young lady without wondering if she s a lesbian In the end, it seems like he wrote 900 pages of this volume so he could embed this bit of straightforward editorializing Personally, I found it absolutely immaterial from a moral point of view whether one took one s pleasure with a man or woman, and only too natural and human that one should take it where one could find it p 934 The violinist signs his letters to male lovers Bobette similarly I don t think I ve ever really totally believed that Albertine who at one points wants her pot broken, a euphemism for buggery is not actually an Albert Gilberte is a thinly veiled Gilbert and Andree is really an Andre Also, Marcel at one point says he ll get the commoner Albertine a yacht and a Rolls Royce the class stuff maybe makes me less a full on lover of this The prose is fantastic at times, the insight impeccable, but everything s so high falutin and a bit unbelievable, especially the society stuff More later it s hard to summarize since I ve already forgotten so much, which seems like part of the point of Mr Proust s massive project over time Marcel forgets Albertine I ve forgotten the first pages by the time I ve reached the end One volume to go in the fall, before I read it all again 10 years from now Also, the bare thigh on the cover of this one has maybe been photoshopped to the point of seeming unhealthily thin

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    The frocks that I bought for her, the yacht of which I had spoken to her, the wrappers from Fortuny s, all these things having in this obedience on Albertine s part not their recompense but their complement, appeared to me now as so many privileges that I was enjoying for the duties and expenditure of a master are part of his dominion, and define it, prove it, fully as much as his rights And these rights which she recognised in me were precisely what gave my expenditure its true character I had a woman of my own, who, at the first word that I sent to her unexpectedly, made my messenger telephone humbly that she was coming, that she was allowing herself to be brought home immediately I was of a master than I had supposed More of a master, in other words of a slave.A continuation of themes from Sodom and Gomorrah,but obsessive, paranoid bewildering an intellectual s m of sorts where the captor himself becomes the captive Love was never an easy game.If Proust s intention was to make the readers experience the claustrophobia of Marcel Albertine relationship he has greatly succeeded.Three strands of thought stand out Albertine has lost her mystique,hence Marcel is bored She is a captive there s no longer a sense of conquest.Suddenly,some hint of a rendezvous,some hidden agenda, Marcel s jealousy rears its ugly head Albertine must be safeguarded like a prized jewel the wooing starts all over again.Peace re established,Marcel again loses interest in her starts moping abt his lost opportunities with other girls,the demands on his time attention which keeps him away from his artistic pursuits so on Albertine is a treasure in exchange for which I had forfeited my freedom, my solitude, my thought Now can you really blame Albertine for wanting to have some fun on the side Marcel is able to carry Albertine back to Paris keep her under his watch but peace of mind remains forever elusive only a sleeping Albertine,in her vegetative state can afford him some sense of possession when Albertine was asleep, she seemed to have recovered her innocence she looked as though she were trusting herself to me Her face had lost any expression of cunning or vulgarity, and between herself and me, towards whom she was raising her arm, upon whom her hand was resting, there seemed to be an absolute surrender, an indissoluble attachment Her sleep over did not separate her from me and allowed her to r tain her consciousness of our affection its effect was rather to abolish everything else Marcel flip flops between boredom pangs of jealousy possession denies one the thrill of the chase causes boredom the love object has no mystery attached to it why then he keeps torturing himself It s cause Albertine s supposed hidden life keeps him on tenterhooks To these people, these fugitives,their own nature, our anxiety fastens wings And even when they are in our company the look in their eyes seems to warn us that they are about to take flight The proof of this beauty, surpassing the beauty added by the wings, is that very often the same person is, in our eyes, alternately wingless and winged Afraid of losing her, we forget all the others view spoiler A new knowledge of his failed affair with Gilberte broadens the focus of this jealousy a hurt to his self esteem that she was two timing him with the full awareness of people in their circle this kind of jealousy goes beyond pathological,people cheating on us while enjoying our largesse who wouldn t be hurt by that hide spoiler

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