"To compensate a little for the treachery and weakness of my memory, so extreme that it has happened to me more than once to pick up again, as recent and unknown to me, books which I had read carefully a few years before . . . I have adopted the habit for some time now of adding at the end of each book . . . the time I finished reading it and the judgment I have derived of it as a whole, so that this may represent to me at least the sense and general idea I had conceived of the author in reading it." (Montaigne, Book II, Essay 10 (publ. 1580))

Friday, March 19, 2021

Remembrance of Things Past - Within a Budding Grove (Marcel Proust, 1919)

(553 pages)

Continuing my leisurely re-read of Remembrance of Things Past (Volume 1 re-read mentioned here; original discussion here and here).  

Narrator has reached adolescence in this volume; lots of time at Balbec.

Thinking about the discussions about how we observe things and take them into memory, and what happens once in memory.

In my mid-60s - there's no doubt now that most of my life is over - all that remains of all those earlier years is what I've retained in memory.  So I think about how that works differently, though still not very effectively.

Sometimes I hear folks say that it's a mistake to spend time "living in the past" - I think it's a mistake not to.  (I suppose it can be done to the diminution of enjoyment of the present, but that would be a different problem.)

I plan to keep sifting through these books over the coming years.  Looking forward to Volume 3 though not sure how quickly I'll be taking it up.

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