Reading Proust

"How about Proust's In Search of Lost Time?" Tamaru asked. "If you've never read it this would be a good opportunity to read the whole thing." "Have you read it?" "No, I haven't been in jail, or had to hide out for a long time. Someone once said unless you have those kinds of opportunities, you can't read the whole of Proust." ~ Haruki Murakami

"Proust, more perspicaciously than any other writer, reminds us that the 'walks' of childhood form the raw material of our intelligence." ~ Bruce Chatwin

"After Proust, there are certain things that simply cannot be done again. He marks off for you the boundaries of your talent." ~ Francoise Sagan

I am reading one of my favourite authors, Marcel Proust, "In Search of Lost Time".

Proust is a wonderful read.

I’ve often found myself by Proust’s sentences mirroring to my own soul, reflecting the depths of human experience. His writing is sensory intense, extremely vivid descriptive language on every page, a taste, a fleeting scent, can take me back to distant memories of the past. It’s as if time itself warps, allowing me to remember moments of my younger years.

Love, to Proust, the most potent of human emotions, is a catch 22. It can bring immense joy, but also intense suffering. We've experienced the all-consuming nature of love, the strong feeling of something or someone, and the destructive power of jealousy and heartbreak. We often fall in love with an idealized version of a person, only to be disillusioned when reality hits us.

As a connoisseur of Art, my art pieces are my solace, a refuge from the chaos of the world. Art allows us to go beyond the limitations of time and capture the quality of the moment. Through art, we can express our deepest emotions and connect with others on an intense level.

Society, with its rigid expectations, can suffocate our individuality. We often wear masks, hiding our true selves behind conformity. But beneath the surface, there’s a feeling for authenticity, a desire to break free from the restrictions of social norms.

The nature of reality itself is elusive. What we perceive as truth is often filtered through our own subjective perspectives and biases. Our memories are not always reliable, and our understanding of the self is always evolving.

Proust's writing, to truly live, we must embrace the unknown. By paying attention to the details of life, we can unlock hidden depths of meaning and beauty. As Proust reminds us, time is fleeting, and every moment is precious.