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annasina's review against another edition
5.0
Der 1913 veröffentlichte Auftakt der "Suche nach der verlorenen Zeit" von Marcel Proust behandelt die Themen Erinnerung, Illusion versus Realität und romantische Liebe. Raffiniert verwebt Proust unterschiedliche Zeiten und Charaktere.
"Denn das, was wir für unsere Liebe, unsere Eifersucht halten, ist nicht ein und dieselbe fortlaufende, unteilbare Leidenschaft. Sie setzen sich aus einer Unendlichkeit aufeinanderfolgender Liebes- und Eifersuchtszustände zusammen, die nur kurzlebig sind, durch ihre unübersehbare Menge aber den Eindruck der Folge und die Illusion der Einheit vermitteln."
"Denn das, was wir für unsere Liebe, unsere Eifersucht halten, ist nicht ein und dieselbe fortlaufende, unteilbare Leidenschaft. Sie setzen sich aus einer Unendlichkeit aufeinanderfolgender Liebes- und Eifersuchtszustände zusammen, die nur kurzlebig sind, durch ihre unübersehbare Menge aber den Eindruck der Folge und die Illusion der Einheit vermitteln."
smithmick14's review against another edition
Funny the ability that our senses have to jettison us back to a different time. A different self. The shocking realization that something has brought you back, not to remembering a moment, but to feeling that moment in its totality. To remembering how it felt in a way so utterly impossible to convey to someone else with words. And with that moment all of the melancholy and longing that tag along.
This book was wonderful. The flowing prose wafting the reader through its world like a Looney Tunes dog floating after the scent of a window-sill-seated pie. The long tangents that plot the cobbles path from the utterly profane and mundane all the way to the gardens of metaphysics.
How fascinating that in his understanding that memory does not lend itself to verbal explanation Proust is able to show us how significant memory can feel. How tragic to walk the same path again and again and only haunt the route because of a desire to perceived loss sort of feedback loop. We only seek the things that we realize after the fact that we won’t achieve and we doom ourselves to wander like ghosts in search of our quarry, projected onto the new subject of our desires time and again.
Looking forward to the rest.
This book was wonderful. The flowing prose wafting the reader through its world like a Looney Tunes dog floating after the scent of a window-sill-seated pie. The long tangents that plot the cobbles path from the utterly profane and mundane all the way to the gardens of metaphysics.
How fascinating that in his understanding that memory does not lend itself to verbal explanation Proust is able to show us how significant memory can feel. How tragic to walk the same path again and again and only haunt the route because of a desire to perceived loss sort of feedback loop. We only seek the things that we realize after the fact that we won’t achieve and we doom ourselves to wander like ghosts in search of our quarry, projected onto the new subject of our desires time and again.
Looking forward to the rest.
obtusegrl's review against another edition
emotional
funny
inspiring
reflective
slow-paced
- Plot- or character-driven? Character
- Strong character development? It's complicated
- Loveable characters? Yes
- Diverse cast of characters? No
- Flaws of characters a main focus? It's complicated
4.5
m4rinette's review against another edition
en réalité pas terminé mais #marre désolée proust et vu que j’ai quand même lu presque 400 pages j’estime pouvoir dire que j’ai bcp lu
squeakybones's review against another edition
reflective
medium-paced
- Plot- or character-driven? Character
- Strong character development? Yes
- Loveable characters? It's complicated
- Diverse cast of characters? No
- Flaws of characters a main focus? It's complicated
5.0
i_miller99's review against another edition
challenging
emotional
funny
reflective
relaxing
sad
slow-paced
- Plot- or character-driven? Character
4.0
hadeanstars's review against another edition
4.0
Another contender for the greatest novel in the history of literature. I can appreciate its qualities, for they are manifold, but no, not for me the greatest. Great, certainly, although this is only the first part of a wider work, and I will almost certainly read through the remaining five, vast volumes, but this is not a writer to take on lightly. It requitres considerable concentration and motivation to read. The narrative is unusual since it is in every sense a memoir of the most detailed and insular kind. A hundred pages are devoted to a small child's decision to get out of bed and the repercussions that might entail in the boy's complex relationship with his mother, still more to the stream of consciousness evoked by the taste of a madeleine biscuit. Later we read about the amorous adventures of a friend of the family and the ruination of a man by a shallow woman who all too readily plays games of love with her amour's affections. It is in every sense a remarkable and brilliant work, but not for the faint hearted. Some of the imagery evoked is wonderful, a truly lost world that one can only yearn for in many ways, a world of simpler pleasures and more wholesome values, attended though by the same human complications of love, rejection and the pining away into gloomy conjectures that is the lot of so many, whetever the epoch.
hcd's review against another edition
challenging
reflective
sad
slow-paced
- Plot- or character-driven? Character
- Strong character development? Yes
- Loveable characters? It's complicated
- Diverse cast of characters? No
- Flaws of characters a main focus? Yes
4.75
"The places we have known do not belong solely to the world of space in which we situate them for our greater convenience. They were only a thin slice among contiguous impressions which formed our life at that time; the memory of a certain image is but regret for a certain moment; and houses, roads, avenues are as fleeting, alas, as the years."
quenchgum's review against another edition
5.0
Proust blew me away. Some of the smoothest, most comforting writing I've ever read. Externally, not much develops in terms of plot. But Proust manages to capture, in stunningly beautiful writing, the nuanced emotional depths that define our thoughts and, by extension, the whole of ourselves.
Really just beautiful..
As a codicil- comforting to see your most critical thoughts (the ones that flicker by you every moment one way then the next) captured. Thoughts that you have trouble expressing, that perhaps you deemed draining, overwhelming, abnormal in some way. Proust catches it all. Though not written with a reassuring tone it nevertheless is comforting.
Really just beautiful..
As a codicil- comforting to see your most critical thoughts (the ones that flicker by you every moment one way then the next) captured. Thoughts that you have trouble expressing, that perhaps you deemed draining, overwhelming, abnormal in some way. Proust catches it all. Though not written with a reassuring tone it nevertheless is comforting.
harry_lemon's review against another edition
challenging
slow-paced
- Plot- or character-driven? A mix
- Strong character development? It's complicated
- Loveable characters? No
- Diverse cast of characters? No
- Flaws of characters a main focus? No
2.5
2.5⭐
Bruh....we made it...
Welp, that happened. Sorry to Monsieur Proust, but I don't think that I'm capable of reading the rest of his books.
To be clear, his writing and commiserations can be absolutely gorgeous! Can they be long-winded? Yes. Is there a message behind them? Usually. Do I want to continue reading the series to hear more of his thoughts on various topics. No.
If you loved these books, I'd love to hear why you did, because, to me, this was all style and very little substance.
Bruh....we made it...
Welp, that happened. Sorry to Monsieur Proust, but I don't think that I'm capable of reading the rest of his books.
To be clear, his writing and commiserations can be absolutely gorgeous! Can they be long-winded? Yes. Is there a message behind them? Usually. Do I want to continue reading the series to hear more of his thoughts on various topics. No.
If you loved these books, I'd love to hear why you did, because, to me, this was all style and very little substance.