The hottest, the sexiest, the most irresistible: Marcel Proust

Well, semester 1 is over and before I have the time to catch my breath, a new reading list awaits me. Here is some of the joy I'll be reading over the break:

I included the mug in the photo to give you some perspective. In my opinion, more than three inches of reading per class should be outlawed, but hey, look on the bright side, I'll get to finally read the infamous Proust that I've heard so much about.

I admit that I am afraid of Proust, mostly in the way you fear tall, dark and handsome Italian men. They're hot and they know it. I approach Proust tentatively because I've heard stories of lit students who got 20 pages into a Proust novel and became those people who LIVE for an author. You know, the ones who do weird things like visit his tomb every year and recite personal poetry they've written for him at 3am during the full moon. Proust has this influence on people.

This is all pretty powerful stuff, especially if you consider that his works are looooong and published in very small print, which makes it even sexier. In any event, I don't want to love Proust because it seems like everyone else loves him and I want to resist his spell if only to protect my chances when eventually applying for PhD programs. Maybe it's just me, but I'd rather not be applicant 2,563 who lives to study the impact of Madeline cookies dipped in hot tea.

1 comment:

seasidesar said...

congrats w/ finishing the semester!!!

and about Proust - i think the boy in Little Miss Sunshine loved him - or Steve Carelle's character... either way, you should see the movie if you haven't already.