/lit/ - Literature

[Anonymous No.16976431]

What do you think about Proust? How long it took you to read the whole In Search of Lost Time?

[Anonymous No.16976433]

>>16976431
Are there any good translations of all 7 books? Can only find translated works of the first 2-3 books.

[Anonymous No.16976437]

>>16976433
I figure if you're going to take the time to read the whole thing just learn French

[Anonymous No.16976440]

>>16976431
I took me like 30 minutes, I downloaded an audiobook and played it at speed x300. It was good but I ODed on adderall just after.

[Anonymous No.16976444]

[Anonymous No.16976445]

>>16976433
Montclieff

[Anonymous No.16976454]

>>16976431
Is the OP pic good edition/translation? I have those in my local used bookshop and really like the covers in that 3 volume edition.

[Anonymous No.16976456]

>>16976431
Dance to the Music of Time is better. Take the Rosbif-pill.

[Anonymous No.16976463]

>>16976431
Overwritten profoundly uninteresting self fellating petty bourgeoisie claptrap. Read every Céline book instead.

[Anonymous No.16976467]

>Over the course of their fifteen-year collaboration, the banker saw Proust squander three-fifths of his wealth on reckless ventures and on magnificent presents for the men and women who struck his fancy.

Is this OK?

[Anonymous No.16976474]

>Throughout Proust's life, nine of his short stories remained unseen - the writer never spoke of them. Why did he choose not to publish them along with the others? One possible answer is that he was developing his themes in preparation for his masterpiece, In Search of Lost Time; another is that the stories were too audacious - too near to life - for the censorious society of the time.


IT'S HAPPENING

[Anonymous No.16976488]

Let me summarize the two mindsets of the entire last 100 years of literature:

>Damn, Proust is better than I'll ever be. I'll try to be like him

>Damn, Proust is better than I'll ever be. I'll just pretend I don't like him

[Anonymous No.16976597]

>>16976474
>March
basé, now I won't have to learn French. Thanks anone

[Anonymous No.16976647]

>>16976488
It is on peasants like this anon that literary establishment has ballooned into a congergation of fart sniffers.

[Anonymous No.16976669]

>>16976431
Possibly the supreme achievement of the human mind. Maybe only Tolstoy can come close to this level of skill.

[Anonymous No.16976687]

>>16976463
There's no greater pseud-signal than a person who doesn't know that petit-bourgeousie is an actual analytical term for a socio-economic group, and not the addition of the adjective petty as pejorative.

[Anonymous No.16976715]

>>16976687
I know that term. I just omitted all commas

[Anonymous No.16976738]

i read swann's way and thought it was the greatest book i ever read. then read guermante's way and dropped it half way through. and now since it's been several years, i'll have to start from the beginning and i'm too lazy and fat.

[Anonymous No.16976743]

>>16976738
>fat
what does that have to do? you don't need to read it while running

[Anonymous No.16976751]

>>16976431
>Proust and Henry James don't make the cut. "I don't understand them," he says. "To me, that's not literature. A lot of writers who are considered good I consider strange."
Based Cormac McCarthy

[Anonymous No.16976760]

>>16976738
>fat
Why?

[Anonymous No.16976766]

>>16976715
okay dude, then you'll know that Proust, son of a millionaire, was not petit-bourgeois

[Anonymous No.16976925]

It’s one of the best. Took me a month.

[Anonymous No.16976950]

>>16976766
Yes he was still petty though.

[Anonymous No.16977038]

It’s good, I think Swanns Way is a least worth reading

[Anonymous No.16977043]

pretty sure it got its name because that's how you feel when you finish reading it

[Anonymous No.16977061]

>>16976751
see>>16976488

[Anonymous No.16977082]

I love Proust, lads.

[Anonymous No.16977118]

The author of Remembrance of Things Past once suffered, according to Letters of Note, from an obsession with masturbation. “As a teenager this caused problems for his family, not least his father, a professor of hygiene, who like many of the day believed that such a worrying habit could cause homosexuality if left unchecked.” Given 10 francs by Proust père, Marcel went off to the neighborhood brothel to, in theory, get himself set straight. And the outcome of this “cure”? We defer to the sixteen-year-old Proust himself, who in the letter above tells the whole sordid story to his grandfather:

>18 May 1888

>Thursday evening.

>My dear little grandfather,

>I appeal to your kindness for the sum of 13 francs that I wished to ask Mr. Nathan for, but which Mama prefers I request from you. Here is why. I so needed to see if a woman could stop my awful masturbation habit that Papa gave me 10 francs to go to a brothel. But first, in my agitation, I broke a chamber pot: 3 francs; then, still agitated, I was unable to screw. So here I am, back to square one, waiting more and more as hours pass for 10 francs to relieve myself, plus 3 francs for the pot. But I dare not ask Papa for more money so soon and so I hoped you could come to my aid in a circumstance which, as you know, is not merely exceptional but also unique. It cannot happen twice in one lifetime that a person is too flustered to screw.

>I kiss you a thousand times and dare to thank you in advance.

>I will be home tomorrow morning at 11am. If you are moved by my situation and can answer my prayers, I will hopefully find you with the amount. Regardless, thank you for your decision which I know will come from a place of friendship.

>Marcel.

[Anonymous No.16977125]

Never read fully, only extracts for school (I quite liked them though), consideringdoing it when I'll have plenty of time. I guess I'm lucky to be french in this case, no bad translation problem or whatever

[Anonymous No.16977139]

>>16977118
chronic masturbation makes you an homosexual, it's a well-known fact, Foucault got caught masturbating in the toilets of a gas station by a trucker who made him suck his dick and that's how he discovered he liked dick. Balzac, a well-known chronic masturbator, was also a closeted faggot as attested by several letters. If you like touching your dick a lot, your brain makes the connections "dick<=>pleasure" and you are at risk of becoming a faggot.

[Anonymous No.16977273]

Whats the quality of the translation of the Penguin Classics Deluxe Edition?

The final novel wont release in the US till 2023 due to copyright bullshit, but the American covers make me hard and I have no problem waiting until 2023 for the final volume (or I can simply import the final volume from the UK if needed)

https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B08B42QG59?ref_=dbs_dp_rwt_sb_tkin&binding=kindle_edition

[Anonymous No.16977274]

>>16976488
Yeah. I think reading him is discouraging for most writers. It is hard to imagine surpassing him in a any way.

[Anonymous No.16977320]

>>16977274
An example to expand on this, from Virginia Woolf:

"“Proust so titillates my own desire for expression that I can hardly set out the sentence. Oh if I could write like that! I cry. And at the moment such is the astonishing vibration and saturation and intensification that he procures—there’s something sexual in it—that I feel I can write like that, and seize my pen and then I can’t write like that. Scarcely anyone so stimulates the nerves of language in me: it becomes an obsession. But I must return to Swann.


My great adventure is really Proust. Well—what remains to be written after that? I’m only in the first volume, and there are, I suppose, faults to be found, but I am in a state of amazement; as if a miracle were being done before my eyes. How, at last, has someone solidified what has always escaped—and made it too into this beautiful and perfectly enduring substance? One has to put the book down and gasp. The pleasure becomes physical—like sun and wine and grapes and perfect serenity and intense vitality combined."Jacques Raverat...sent me a letter about Mrs Dalloway which gave me one of the happiest moments days of my life. I wonder if this time I have achieved something? Well, nothing anyhow compared with Proust, in whom I am embedded now. The thing about Proust is his combination of the utmost sensibility with the utmost tenacity. He searches out these butterfly shades to the last grain. He is as tough as catgut & as evanescent as a butterfly's bloom. And he will I suppose both influence me & make out of temper with every sentence of my own.”

[Anonymous No.16977369]

>>16977118

[Anonymous No.16977467]

>>16976738
You are well positioned for success, friend, you can balance this heavy tome on your tummy.

[Anonymous No.16977868]

>>16976437
fuck off

[Anonymous No.16978680]

>>16977273
The revised Scott Moncrieff translation is perfect and will never be improved. Get the Everyman edition.

[Anonymous No.16978750]

>>16978680
You mean the one revised by Kilmartin? What makes it superior to others?

[Anonymous No.16978888]

>>16976456
Why would I willingly read a book about Br*tain in the uninteresting 1950’s as opposed to France in the belle epoque

[Anonymous No.16979048]

Would a plotfag enjoy this book?

[Anonymous No.16979056]

>>16976431
The book is clearly meant to be read over a lifetime as one's spirit grows to be able to explore the work further and with more honesty. I'm on book 2. It will take me 25 or 40 years.

[Anonymous No.16979086]

>>16979048

Imagine reading for plot.

[Anonymous No.16979133]

>>16979086
imagine reading for instagram aesthetics

[Anonymous No.16979145]

>>16979056
I am a partisan of rereading the same work at different times of life. So a little different, but if you truly do what you are saying: based.

[Anonymous No.16979620]

What is the ideal time in your life to read this book?