I just finished In the Shadow of Young Girls in Flower today. Just wanted to say. It’s taken me three months and one day to read it, so it seems as though my reading of Proust is getting faster. A bit faster. This book swung between the two poles of Gilberte and Albertine but it […]
I finished The Way By Swann’s today. It’s taken me longer to read than any book ever before – four and a half months – and I am quite embarrassed by how long that is. But maybe the explanation is in the fact that I more absorbed it than read it: paying attention to every […]
As I was making pancakes in my Sydney kitchen last night I suddenly found myself catapulted back into my London kitchen. Not my most recent London kitchen but one from more than four years ago. The time travel came courtesy of Belle and Sebastian’s album Tigermilk. I went through a period where I played it […]
“It is the same with our past. It is a waste of effort for us to try to summon it, all the exertions of our intelligence are useless. The past is hidden outside the realm of our intelligence and beyond its reach, in some material object (in the sensation that this material object would give […]