Posted by: Lizzie Ross | August 27, 2010

Week 8 of Proust

pp. 293-325

C Guys: Une femme dans une victoria

Has it been only 8 weeks?

At any rate, I’ve finished Vol 1: Swann’s Way, and the next stage is Vol 2: Within A Budding Grove.

Swann’s Way ends on a melancholy note, which I’ll get to in a bit, but recall that Marcel has become obsessed with Gilberte Swann, an obsession that mirrors Swann’s feelings for Gilberte’s mother, Odette. It’s all such familiar territory to us, and to Marcel as well, for he at one point makes the connection.

This section of the volume is also about the power of names — of almost anything: trees, flowers, streets, as well as people — to evoke emotions and memories. Just like the flavor of the madeleines dipped in tea, these words call up images and moments with Gilberte that the narrator can now savor, with more enjoyment than he had while actually immersed in them, because at the time he was too busy worrying when he would next see her.

In one long sentence, Marcel presents his image of a perfect relationship with Gilberte (the same sentence in which he notes the resemblance of his obsession with Swann’s for Odette), his emotions having evolved from loving her because he knew so little about her, to loving her because she had just given him a book he had mentioned wanting. He calls this change a “reincarnation,”

… discarding my own separate existence as a thing that no longer mattered, I thought now, as of an inestimable advantage, that of this, my own, my too familiar, my contemptible existence Gilberte might one day become the humble servant, the kindly, the comforting collaborator, who in the evenings, helping me in my work, would collate for me the texts of rare pamphlets.

I had to laugh at that final phrase, at the image of worldly Gilberte giving up so much, to sit beside Marcel in a candle-lit room, messing about with yellowed publications. So much for romance!

1880

1910

And the melancholic ending? It’s all about the futility of revisiting old haunts, because you won’t see what you once saw. An adult Marcel goes back to the Bois de Boulogne, where he used to see an elegant Mme. Swann walking, or riding in her victoria, in gowns and hats no longer in fashion. The older Marcel misses the styles, which have been replaced by “Greco-Saxon tunics, with Tanagra folds, or sometimes, in the Directoire style, ‘Liberty chiffons'”. And the men? “They walked the Bois bare-headed.” Gone are the “tile hats” (top hats), so distinguished, and so appropriate for a sweeping salute to ladies met along the way.

Here are the last few lines of Swann’s Way:

[I understood] how paradoxical it is to seek in reality for the pictures that are stored in one’s memory, which must inevitably lose the charm that comes to them from memory itself and from their not being apprehended by the senses. The reality that I had known no longer existed. It sufficed that Mme. Swann did not appear, in the same attire and at the same moment, for the whole avenue to be altered. The places that we have known belong now only to the little world of space on which we map them for our own convenience. None of them was ever more than a thin slice, held between the contiguous impressions that composed our life at that time; remembrance of a particular form is but regret for a particular moment; and houses, road, avenues are as fugitive, alas, as the years.

It’s a perfect explanation of why going back to a house where you once lived, or to any place that holds critical memories, always results in a let-down.

And now, on to Vol 2., which begins with a long section called “Madame Swann at Home.”

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s

Categories

%d bloggers like this: