This is not an attempt to write a literary criticism of the book but to offer words of encouragement to anyone struggling through an earlier volume. I am a very keen recreational reader and not a literature student and I will admit to finding some parts of the book somewhat tedious. Indeed, the thought occurs that it would have been easier if Proust had taken a proper job rather than end up with so much time on his hands for introspection. However, everything seems to slot into place in this final volume and adds a clear perspective to the whole work. Not only is there a sense of satisfaction at finishing all 6 volumes, there is a real sense of elation when at long last it becomes clear where Proust is coming from. While it will never compare with the great Russian novels such as Anna Karenina, which for the most part are far easier to read, In Search of Lost Time stands alone as a great work of fictional art.