If anyone wondered, no, Marcel Proust doesn’t get more interesting. He only gets duller with each subsequent book, as impossible as that sounds.
It blows my mind how a novel with an almost identical premise — Of Human Bondage — could come off as so fun and insightful, while Remembrance of Things Past causes me nothing but pain and frustration. No wonder Proust was initially turned down by his publisher.
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Eloquent prose
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Protagonist’s constant wimpiness gets seriously infuriating at this point |
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A few good insights on nostalgia and interpersonal relationships
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Extremely slow pace |
| Illuminating on the life of French aristocracy in the late 19th century | Nothing much really happens throughout the plot |
| Textbooks can offer deeper psychological insight, and are not even nearly as dull |
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