Unblinking Eye: The infinite rewards of immersion in Proust
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Well, after Proust there was Louis-Ferdinand Céline. Completely different from M. Proust in ideas, writing style, novels, but surely a great successor. I loved Céline and his major work: Voyage au bout de la nuit.
I loved also how quick was the shiftment from the Proustian period to the new Céline era.
It's easy to see how we went from Balzac to Flaubert but it's totally non-sense how we went from Proust to Céline a in a few years.
A huge part of literature is not predictable and that's the most interesting part of it.
I blame it on the school program. Perhaps we were too young to appreciate it at that age, perhaps the approach was upside-down: we first had to read a book w/o any guidance, and then we'd discuss it.
I do disagree with you that the book is short though. According to Wikipedia it's 4215 pages, which I believe is correct.
Sure, you can look at it as some kind of art piece, but I would not call it good writing.
...Nabokov being a good example of a person who never shied away from making sweeping value judgements about authors, but was usually willing to back up what he said with examples.
I read your linked article by Nabokov, and suffice it to say that I don't agree. And, yes, I do recall the very passages quoted in the article since I have read it before.
A good writer would have been capable of conveying the same message with the same emotion, but with sentences that does not require the reader to concentrate to the point of it being work to actually read the thing.
When reading it, I used to feel a sense of accomplishment after every few pages. That's a pretty good feeling, and if it was hard to really understand what the author wanted to say, it must be better than that simple writing by lesser authors such as Tolstoy, right? (yes, the last part was irony)
Well, arguing about literature never really leads anywhere. I'd rather argue about why Emacs is better than every other editor than talk about authors that I don't even enjoy reading.
>> Well, arguing about literature never really leads anywhere.
A problem with the inherent subjectivity of art in general, I suppose. But nonetheless, it can be an enjoyable past-time if kept civil and respectful. Anyway, I appreciate you explaining what it is that you don't like about Proust, even if we don't see eye-to-eye.
Based on what you have said so far, I get the impression that you admire handiwork of actually constructing a 4000+ page novel of this kind. In that respect I can actually agree with you. It is indeed a remarkable work in many ways. But, it is my opinion that in terms of a vessel for conveying a compelling story, it completely fails.
Can you say that you actually enjoyed reading the book? Or did you appreciation stem from a feeling of accomplisment that you managed to plow through something that few people succeed in reading?
I can happily admit that I was not able to complete it. Once I realised that it wasn't going to improve, I just stopped.
Having long sentences is not bad style in french literature. Many authors use long sentences intentionally (I remember a sentence longer than 1 page in "la modification" from Michel Butor). This kind of critics is very similar to the "too many notes" of Mozart: http://www.toomanynotes.com/Amadeus.htm
[Edit: missed the part about only reading the first volume. Still, a couple of weeks is one hell of a pace.]