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First week we read chapter one of Swann’s Way. The Lydia Davis translation is the most literal in terms of trying to use the English equivalent in etymology of cognate though other translations tend to aim for conveying the correct meaning. All that I have seen have good prose

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https://discord.gg/S3nxnxrgrD

>> No.20738518

>>20738476
On it

>> No.20738525

>discord
I would fuck Marcel but I'm not too gay to use that shit.

>> No.20738619

>>20738476
Longtemps, je me suis fuckée ton maman

>> No.20738632

>>20738476
Lomgtemps, je me suis fuckée ton maman

>> No.20738672

>>20738476
>https://discord.gg/S3nxnxrgrD
No thanks.

>> No.20738684

>>20738632
Sa pousie était gnomgnom et sa année était humidé

>> No.20738687

>>20738476
>discord tranny
Fuck off, fag

>> No.20739704

>>20738672
You only need the threads to participate but does make it easier to find them

>> No.20739746

I am already finishing In Shadows of Blossoming Cunnies

>> No.20739896

>>20739704
There is the catalog. Faggot.

>> No.20740721

>>20739896
Yet very often members need reminders of when and also lurk without a chat

>> No.20740747
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20740747

>>20738476
>reading the autobiography of a literal who

>> No.20740751

>>20740747
Did you make this post as you were looking in the reflection of your computer screen on the novel you are thinking about writing?

>> No.20741005

>>20740751
No. My post was mostly bait, but it does seem like a slog of epic proportions reading thousands of pages about someone else's life. What exactly is the appeal?

>> No.20741018

>>20738476
I will read it eventually but not now since I'm busy with other stuff

>> No.20741024

The opening as translated by Moncrieff

>For a long time I used to go to bed early. Sometimes, when I had put out my candle, my eyes would close so quickly that I had not even time to say "I'm going to sleep." And half an hour later the thought that it was time to go to sleep would awaken me; I would try to put away the book which, I imagined, was still in my hands, and to blow out the light; I had been thinking all the time, while I was asleep, of what I had just been reading, but my thoughts had run into a channel of their own, until I myself seemed actually to have become the subject of my book: a church, a quartet, the rivalry between François I and Charles V. This impression would persist for some moments after I was awake; it did not disturb my mind, but it lay like scales upon my eyes and prevented them from registering the fact that the candle was no longer burning. Then it would begin to seem unintelligible, as the thoughts of a former existence must be to a reincarnate spirit; the subject of my book would separate itself from me, leaving me free to choose whether I would form part of it or no; and at the same time my sight would return and I would be astonished to find myself in a state of darkness, pleasant and restful enough for the eyes, and even more, perhaps, for my mind, to which it appeared incomprehensible, without a cause, a matter dark indeed.

>I would ask myself what o'clock it could be; I could hear the whistling of trains, which, now nearer and now farther off, punctuating the distance like the note of a bird in a forest, shewed me in perspective the deserted countryside through which a traveller would be hurrying towards the nearest station: the path that he followed being fixed for ever in his memory by the general excitement due to being in a strange place, to doing unusual things, to the last words of conversation, to farewells exchanged beneath an unfamiliar lamp which echoed still in his ears amid the silence of the night; and to the delightful prospect of being once again at home.

>> No.20741034

>>20741005
most classic literature is just about life, daily life. with exceptions of things like war (homer).

>> No.20741047

>>20741024
By Davis

> FOR A LONG TIME, I went to bed early. Sometimes, my candle scarcely out, my eyes would close so quickly that I did not have time to say to myself: “I’m falling asleep.” And, half an hour later, the thought that it was time to try to sleep would wake me; I wanted to put down the book I thought I still had in my hands and blow out my light; I had not ceased while sleeping to form reflections on what I had just read, but these reflections had taken a rather peculiar turn; it seemed to me that I myself was what the book was talking about: a church, a quartet, the rivalry between François I and Charles V. This belief lived on for a few seconds after my waking; it did not shock my reason but lay heavy like scales on my eyes and kept them from realizing that the candlestick was no longer lit. Then it began to grow unintelligible to me, as after metempsychosis do the thoughts of an earlier existence; the subject of the book detached itself from me, I was free to apply myself to it or not; immediately I recovered my sight and I was amazed to find a darkness around me soft and restful for my eyes, but perhaps even more so for my mind, to which it appeared a thing without cause, incomprehensible, a thing truly dark. I would ask myself what time it might be; I could hear the whistling of the trains which, remote or nearby, like the singing of a bird in a forest, plotting the distances, described to me the extent of the deserted countryside where the traveler hastens toward the nearest station; and the little road he is following will be engraved on his memory by the excitement he owes to new places, to unaccustomed activities, to the recent conversation and the farewells under the unfamiliar lamp that follow him still through the silence of the night, to the imminent sweetness of his return.

>> No.20741409

>>20741024
Enchanting

>> No.20741546

>>20741047
I kind of hate this translation.

>> No.20742428

>>20741005
It's fiction, and invention, it's not the actual autobiography of the writer. It has kino character development, like in Tolstoy.

>> No.20743217

>>20741546
It sticks to equivalent etymology and is more literal but it consequently is less at home in English, this instead of “time to go to sleep”, the normal English phrase, Davis uses, “time to try to sleep”. It is I think very well done but it will also read like an an ESL Frenchman if you aren’t conscientious of the point or don’t care for it

>> No.20743778

>>20741024
>>20741047
Read in French

>> No.20744050

>>20743778
Really not a good idea unless you are very fluent with conversation in French.

>> No.20744149

>>20744050
C'est un idée parfait

>> No.20744459

>>20740721
Just bump the fucking thread.

>> No.20744480

>>20738476
>gay jew
wtf is wrong with you? there’s so much worthwhile literature out there, why waste time on this?

>> No.20744486

>>20744480
It must be shit being a pollack. You're not allowed to watch or read so many things. So many things must look great, only for you to find out there's a jew or a black or a women in and yet again, you are not allowed to enjoy it.

>> No.20744493

>>20744486
stfu tranny

>> No.20744700

>>20744493
Are you even allowed to post here, if there are so many trannies?

>> No.20744821

>>20744480
He’s furthermore a white male. Notwithstanding all this, In Search of Lost Time is considered by many to be the finest novel of the 20th Century

>> No.20744832

>>20738476
I'll read this but where and why does it fit into the canon? I think I'll pick a translation of my own from z-lib.

>> No.20744840

>>20744832
I really don’t follow the whole canon thing so I couldn’t tell you, but it is very widely considered kino by literary critics and I of that opinion myself

>> No.20744860

>>20744840
Cool. I may even join the trancord to say hello. Maybe later this evening (GMT-5)

>> No.20744875

>>20741005
That's entire appeal. You don't need elaborate plot because one person unremarkable life is already material for remarkable novel.
Its also memoir so lot of it is fiction or real life but with fictional elements.
I actually want to write book like that so that also why its interesting to me. Book largely autobiograohical but some elements of plot will be schizomode, exagarated or something, so reader will have to be on guard all the time, regard if thing he is reading now is true or fiction

>> No.20744897

I think we should start In Shadows of Cunnies in Flowers, because everyone already read Swan's Way
It was part of lit cannon for a long time and its most people experience with Proust: read first part and then stop

>> No.20745013

>>20744050
Guys, my french still sucks. Will I be losing my time if I read it in French and search for what I don't know or will it just help me learn more?

>> No.20745680

>>20745013
The best part of reading a fiction book is learning a new language, that way you actually benefit from it

>> No.20745690

>>20744480
That thinking is probably why no one will read your book

>> No.20745717

learn french guys. seriously it's so much easier than you think

>> No.20745727

>>20745717
C'est incroyablement facile

>> No.20746034

>>20745727
>collect dozens of books and dictionaries in french
>still do noting
I-I start tomorrow, I swear!

>> No.20746686

>>20745717
I've always surpressed my small French genetic lineage (me grand mum was a Frenchie by way of Cuckanada)
Perhaps this Proust guy will get me to appreciate some of it.

>> No.20748293

>>20745013
Try reading this, it's not a particularly hard excerpt compared to what you'll find in the book but still challenging. If you get the general idea, why not try to read the whole book in French. A frenchman would have to read it slowly and carefully to get everything.
>Sans doute ma paresse m’ayant donné l’habitude, pour mon travail, de le remettre jour par jour au lendemain, je me figurais qu’il pouvait en être de même pour la mort. Comment aurait-on peur d’un canon dont on est persuadé qu’il ne vous frappera pas ce jour-là? D’ailleurs formées isolément, ces idées de bombes lancées, de mort possible n’ajoutèrent pour moi rien de tragique à l’image que je me faisais du passage des aéronefs allemands jusqu’à ce que j’eusse vu de l’un d’eux ballotté, segmenté à mes regards par les flots de brume d’un ciel agité, d’un aéroplane que, bien que je le susse meurtrier, je n’imaginais que stellaire et céleste, j’eusse vu un soir le geste de la bombe lancée vers nous. Car la réalité originale d’un danger n’est perçue que de cette chose nouvelle, irréductible à ce qu’on sait déjà, qui s’appelle une impression et qui est souvent, comme ce fut le cas là, résumée par une ligne, une ligne qui découvrait une intention, une ligne où il y avait la puissance latente d’un accomplissement qui la déformait, tandis que sur le pont de la Concorde, autour de l’aéroplane menaçant et tragique, et comme si s’étaient reflétées dans les nuages les fontaines des Champs-Elysées, de la place de la Concorde et des Tuileries, les jets d’eau lumineux des projecteurs s’infléchissaient dans le ciel, lignes pleines d’intentions aussi, d’intentions prévoyantes et protectrices, d’hommes puissants et sages auxquels, comme la nuit au quartier de Doncières, j’étais reconnaissant que leur force daignât prendre, avec cette précision si belle, la peine de veiller sur nous.

>> No.20748702

>>20739704
Why would I need a discord when I have the catalog?

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Nice coincidence I got the pleiade edition for my birthday