I took a little break from podcasts to dive back into reading and I have finally tasted a hint of the Proust that so many people love.
He's gaining momentum, his writing is now starting to be fresh, clean, comprehensible and attention grabbing. I am actually enjoying the short story about Madame de Breyves. The first signs of his ingenuity are so delicious to absorb, and I thirst for more of this type of writing; the type of writing that makes me feel.
I appreciate the way he uses words to paint a picture, and describe the same thing over and over again, each time feeling like it was brand new. Still, each descriptive word feels more pronounced. Breyves pain is almost audible, because of how well Proust is able to incorporate poetic language, her thoughts, actions and even surroundings to perfectly set an image or a scene.
Man I am so happy I kept pushing forward and decided to read the short story. I am so engrossed by every choice word and the thoughts of Breyves. I am amazed at how Proust is able to paint her as sophisticated, intelligent and yet plain and ordinary. I guess the best way to describe how well the story flows is to describe it as a beautifully cohesive musical. The host of a podcast called "we're alive" said it best, Proust falls into the category of content that is a "theatre for the mind," I think that's what the short story is at the moment.
The story is short but sweet. Read the previous post for the title, but I'll wrap up my review here: I found the story sad and yet funny because she didn't know the guy but somehow immediately decided that he some body worth knowing or sharing her time or even body with.
It says a lot about the idea of wanting something you can't have. She seems to have lived a mundane life before that illicit encounter and upon realizing that her life was reverting back to the same routine after that event, she yearned for more excitement. She did not love him in my opinion, she lusted after the idea of him, the possibility of having an adventure so taboo and clandestine to keep close to her heart for those days where she can't bare with the boredom anymore. She obviously wasn't attracted to his wit or looks because Proust made it clear that he wasn't especially unique and endowed in either areas.
I also find the ending depressing and confusing. I'm not sure of what Proust meant to convey, but all I gathered was that she was as fleeting and insignificant to Monsieur de Laléande as her infatuation was. Bryves feelings resembled something real but it wasn't, it was one of those common connection that are born on a hot summer. Finally on page 82 by the way. I'm excited to read the rest of the short stories since I know Proust has more in him.
Comment below and share your thoughts with me. Did you get the same feelings about the ending? Don't be stingy with your thoughts.