In Search of Lost Time
by Marcel Proust(1927)
“The real voyage of discovery consists not in seeking new landscapes, but in having new eyes.”
One great work, every day
by Marcel Proust(1927)
“The real voyage of discovery consists not in seeking new landscapes, but in having new eyes.”
Marcel Proust(1927)
A madeleine dipped in lime-blossom tea, and suddenly an entire vanished world rises from the cup. Proust spent his final years in a cork-lined room, asthmatic, dying, racing to complete what might be the most ambitious novel ever written. Seven volumes, three thousand pages, sentences that unspool across entire paragraphs like silk being drawn from a cocoon. It is a book about time, about love, about jealousy, about art, about how we become who we are and forget who we were. No one has ever captured the texture of consciousness with such patience. Reading it changes the way you experience your own memory.