on 21 September 2010
Prepare your reading space, ensure you have a good source of light, set your side table with a tray of your favourite crackers and a cup of hot tea spiced with lemon and honey, kick off your shoes, sink into the sofa and proceed to lose yourself in Proust's world. A world of whorled phrases, beautiful intricate language, acute observations and pin-prick remarks. This simply is a remarkable piece of literature. You will need a good dictionary and you will need a lot of patience. Swann's Way, essentially, is a mock diary full of of reminisces. Reminisces of love. There is something reminiscent here of Theophile Gautier's Mademoiselle du Maupin but Swann's Way is much much better. Despite warnings to the contrary, the story travels but lingers extensively at various view spots. This English translation is superb. It just glows and captivates. It must be difficult going back to modern popular books after Proust.