So long, farewell, this is my last blog post (╥_╥) ~ Conclusion

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We did it everyone! We are at the final stretch!

Closing Thoughts

I can’t believe this is my last blog post. After so many emotions, nights staying up reading, and page after page of books I would have never read on my own, I am honestly sad that it’s over. I initially took this class as an elective, so my expectations were not high. However, I am happy to say that this is one of the best classes I’ve taken at UBC.

Not only were the books legitimately interesting and fascinating, but the class environment was always genuine and stimulating. Usually, the mere thought of participation made me dread coming to a class, but I found myself growing more excited to come in and hear what our professor had to say and show.

You know, those scenes in movies where the professor is witty and bantering with a class, making everyone laugh. I always felt that was unrealistic or assumingly forced, but this class proved me wrong. I found myself laughing in person and with our classmate’s blogs. This course was genuinely a very pleasing and fruitful experience, especially seeing how academics do not need to be robotic and expressionless.

I really want to thank Professor Jon Beasley-Murray and all the TAs for their hard work throughout the term. The dedication and love you all have for this class is palpable and inspiring to witness each day. I know you will all continue to do and receive great things in life!

Top Picks!

My Brilliant Friend by Elena Ferrante

The drama! The depth! The relationships! This book was jampacked with so many various themes and details. No wonder HBO made this into a show adaption.

I think the fact that both female characters were NOT portrayed as stereotypically helpless or like manic pixie girls really drew me in. What we read was girlhood throughout a time of adversity and survival of the fittest.

This summer, I am travelling to see my family in Vietnam, and that flight will be LONG and brutal. So, obviously, I have to download the series or read the rest of the books!

Money to Burn by Ricardo Piglia

Even though this book was morally fucked up in so many ways, it was SO interesting to read. I was at the edge of my seat and audibly reacting to each page. Mix in a secret/forbidden gay romance? I’m hooked.

Even though this kind of made me spiral, thinking about what morality, proper empathy, and compassion were, I would definitely re-read this and try to find more I missed.

Lesson Learnt

Books are mainly a tool of escape and pleasure for me. That’s why I was hesitant about my ability in class, and this grew as I had a hard time liking our materials.  

However, a comment left by Tesi really stuck with me as I moved forward:

“I think that regardless of what we read and whether we agree or not with the behaviours displayed, everything we consume offers a chance to critically analyze ourselves and the world we live in. I hope you are able to at least grow in those reflections!”

Undoubtedly, I was aware of this but I never applied it too well with my reading habits. Every opportunity in life allows us to grow, in turn, I need to do this while I read. These books especially presented different points of history in the world and the vastly unique spectrum of human behaviour and emotion. Through reading, I did truly gain more insight into my beliefs and how the world constantly cycles around me. Hopefully, once this class is done, I can continue to seek books outside of my comfort zone and grow into a stronger and better person each day.

Closing Question

Did the classroom environment help change your perspective on literature too? Did you notice a change in your book preference after reading so many novels in this course?

Best friends? Enemies to lovers to stangers? More like borderline frenemies girl…. ~ My Brilliant Friend

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I cannot believe it, we are at the final book in this class. Congratulations everyone! I hope you enjoyed the blogs I’ve written, along with the books we read together <3

I am happy to say that I thoroughly enjoyed this book! The subject matter is undoubtedly heavy, but the sense of (twisted) girlhood while trying to go against the “pre-destined” events (and rules) of life was captivating to hear. Notably, unlike previous books, I opted to listen to the audiobook (mainly because of easter weekend), which added to my experience. The translation is not exactly the same; I think it was created into more dialogue than descriptions, unlike the book. However, the story was equally as fascinating!

(Listen to it if you have the chance, it is an awesome listen/read!)

My initial thoughts on this book were optimistic. Based on its name alone, I assumed it would be a somewhat wholesome story of two friends as our main character, Elena, expressed her love for her best friend. Notably, this is not the case. It is unhealthy and ELENA is deemed to be the brilliant friend

The friendship between Elena and Lila is something I would consider borderline toxic, especially if I had that dynamic in my life. The competition was jarring and seemed to be masked under some clever pettiness or comment. Their friendship usually only seemed apparent when they needed each other help, debated about Latin or Greek or any language skills, and when they needed protection. Moreover, they both held resentment for each other, sometimes said directly or interwoven with their comments. Evidently, Elena was envious of Lila’s academic strength and outspoken nature, while Lila was envious of Elena’s opportunities and the sense of “freedom” from them. It was a push and pull between the both of them. 

The care they had for each other is shown towards the end of the book, especially in the scene where Elena helps Lila get ready for her wedding, washing her. In the audiobook, Elena describes how beautiful she is, and for the first moment, I can sense no envy in her comments. However, compared to the novel, it’s interesting to see Elena’s swarm of emotions: envy, sexual desire, anger, hostility, sorrow and pity. 

“I helped her dry off, dress, put on the wedding dress that I—I, I thought with a mixture of pride and suffering—had chosen for her.” (pg 313)

If anything, this sentence shows the complexity of the emotions they share for each other. As best friends, I cannot condone this kind of friendship to have, as it is rarely supporting and encouraging to each other. 

However, I keep thinking back to the statement said in the lecture video:

“Necessity imposes a taste for necessity which implies a form of adaptation to and consequently acceptance of the necessary, a resignation to the inevitable.” (Pierre Bourdieu)

While I do not personally want this friendship, I cannot condemn it too much because I am not experiencing an environment like theirs. They are trapped in a world of poverty, violence, misogyny, and classism. Out of necessity, Lila had to study through Elena’s textbooks, or Elena had to rely on Lila’s demeanour in her inner voice. They are consistently trying to adapt and survive while trying to overcome the set-in-stone customs of their town. Lila does not want to resign to the inevitable clearly, so she seeks Elena’s friendship as a tool. In both ways, they can support each other in their environment despite the apparent toxicity of it.

Questions: How would you define Elena and Lila’s friendship? Do you think it is healthy both in our standards and in the context of their environment?

Chameleons? No its a gecko, actually it is GEICO “15 minutes could save you 15% or more on fever dreams and car insurance” (not sponsored)

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This week’s book made me feel like dropping to my knees and praising the sun in the sky. I actually ENJOYED the novel; who could have thought!! However, let’s not get it twisted, I was sometimes still confused throughout the story. You’d think our main character would be a chameleon, right? Wrong, he is a gecko! 

This is not the most incoherent aspect of the book (especially after watching the lecture). Still, it definitely left me expectant to see if Félix would transform into a chameleon physically rather than metaphorically. Instead, we saw him falling into an existentialistic spiral, repeatedly considering events to be a mere dream (which blurred the line for me to see what was tangible and what was in his mind as well). 

Perhaps this was a trauma response, both creating dreams to make things more digestible and tolerable or to eventually forget. That being said, dreams are usually fleeting, and either Félix truly feels sad about missing the chameleon—Eulalio—or he is frightened of the action of regressing memories and challenges this through his diary. Maybe I am looking too forward into this and applying my Psychology major to inconsequential moments…

Anyhow, José Eduardo Agualusa’s novel conjured a whirlwind of emotions, from awe at the writing style to baffling laughs at the plot points, confusion about whether I’m dreaming as well, and borderline existentialism about how life moves forward and whether I am just a chameleon too…

Clearly, this book made me feel a myriad of emotions. Some may find this annoying and bothersome, but this is what I seek in a book! A text littered with unique and complex tools — both in sentiments and plot points. This feeling is similar to one of the first lines in the story: “I don’t believe it—are you laughing? The creature’s amazement annoyed me. I was afraid, but I didn’t move, not a muscle.” 

It may be odd, but this line lingered in my mind, maybe because the first page is impressionable or because you can connect more meaning to it (at least in my experience). With Agualusa’s novel, it left me perplexed left and right, yet I could not put the text down — like my muscle was cramping or if I was frozen, standing in front of a scorpion (but not meeting death, thankfully, unlike Elualio RIP POOR BABY). Despite the atypical storytelling, it was rich in characters, literary devices, and entertainment! It definitely would be hard to find a book talking about the complexity of human behaviour and nature in this type of manner!

My question to you: Could you see a connection to repressed memories and dreams? Do you think Félix could be acting this way out of a trauma response? Or am I being batshit crazy 🙁

Can we please stop giving gay couples tragic endings ~ Money to Burn

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Seemingly, each time I open a book for this class, I think, “This one will be better than the last!” And each time, I am severely wrong and confused. It is a talent, the way our books keep growing in their unhinged behaviour and storytelling. This may be because I read If on a Winter’s Night a Traveler prior to this week, or maybe because these authors are breaking my stereotypical and confined standards on novels. What is more frustrating is that I can never truly hate the books. They are encapturing in their own unique, messed-up way, and I can only put the book down if I know how it ends.  

This week’s Money to Burn by Ricardo Piglia was preciously like that. It was so chaotic, hard to read and decipher at times, and crude. I kept thinking to myself, am I high? Is the writer high writing this? Is cocaine really a drug worthwhile? Which character is high right now? And literally, who isn’t high at this point? I literally had a dream about buying a massive cartoon-sized bag of cocaine to sell in between the days of reading this. It was wild.

(My fever dream of being in the mafia with them)

Evidently, this is not what kept me interested in the story. Notably, the action-packed writing, character-building, and unique relationships were intriguing enough to push through to the end (even if it did seem like I was reading a fanfiction on AO3 at times…). Albeit, most of the were DEFINITELY flawed…I always think it is interesting when characters are not perfect and completely moral individuals. It highlights the dark side of humanity, that unfortunately always lives on even if we, as readers, do not want to admit it. 

Empathy is a large part of this because we can see bits of ourselves in characters, but once they make a mistake, and it snowballs into something worse and worse, we do not want to imagine that for ourselves. It might be a stretch to have this mindset, especially with the context of this book (drug, sex, MURDER), but little things like Fontán singing or the apparent love between Gaucho and The Kid can spark our conflict of empathy.

Especially the scene when the kid was dying, and Gaucho held him and called him sweetheart; it truly broke my heart. Even if that endearment was followed up from the question of killing a cop. 

“Then the Kid raised himself up ever so slightly, leaning on one elbow, and murmured something into his ear which no one could hear, a few words of love, no doubt, uttered under his breath or perhaps left unuttered, but sensed by the Gaucho who kissed the Kid as he departed.”

(STOMP ON MY HEART MORE, WHY DON’T YOU? CAN WE PLEASE STOP KILLING GAY COUPLES IN FICTION)

Backtracking on humanity, it truly shocked me that the act of burning all the money was the main enticement of anger. A dozen individuals were killed, yet we hold those lives below literal pieces of paper. It is a literal system made by humans; those papers would not mean anything otherwise. But lives? They have been the constant, not money. It shows how money can make us lack empathy as well; being blindsided to gain capital, a sense of power or a quick fix of happiness.

Questions: Did you find yourself conflicted about empathizing with the characters? Could you see yourself in any of them?   

Held at Gun Point to finish this book(s?) ~ If on a Winter’s Night a Traveller by Italo Calvino

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As I am seated here at my desk, I do not entirely know how to collect my thoughts to discuss this novel eloquently. Initially, when deciding on books for my contract, Calvino caught my eye because I had heard one of his previous stories. Of course, it was batshit insane (sorry for my language), but it was cohesive enough to be both memorable and enjoyable. However, with this text, If on a Winter’s Night a Traveller, it felt more of a hassle and a building annoyance than anything. When Professor Beasley-Murray warned us a week ago about the absurdity and complexity of this text, I did not take it too close to heart. Truly, our professor was not understating how Italo Calvino would provoke and challenge our expectations. 

(Here is the story that made me pick Calvino, watch it if you’d like!)

If I could turn back time, I would tell myself to pick the other available story to save myself from the grey hairs this has caused. Of course, I cannot be like “I” and seemingly “make clocks run backwards” if I focus hard enough or even forcibly rotate the hands back around (literally the only moment in the book that made me laugh; that woman was NOT having any of it from this man). Calvino made me feel consistently irritated and confused. If this was his intention, he completely succeeded! It was not as if his writing itself was horrible; there were quite a few moments when I was encaptured by it. Calvino had a way of writing descriptions that made me so absorbed and eager for more. Nevertheless, the 4th wall breaks were a central part of the book, so these moments were scarce and far apart.

With all honesty, it was not the cliffhangers that made me feel annoyed or bothered entirely. More so, I felt as if I could not fit the targeted audience Calvino was aiming for. The text required close attention and analysis, which was almost impossible for me to give. There was obviously a more significant message than just presented at the surface; it was wholly a literature book, albeit non-traditional. A kind where scholars can gather around and offer theories or political anecdotes. After watching the lecture video, this further cemented the feeling of my inaccuracy. I wanted to be able to find the more profound meaning of his text, but it made me feel so confused and irritated.

As a reader, I am not one who always has this intention. Instead of true meanings, I seek an escape, something enjoyable, a text that would bring a particular emotion depending on my mood. In turn, a novel where that assumes my feelings or even body position did not sit right with me. I did not wish to straighten my legs out when the narrator demanded or marry Ludmillia at the end. At the same time, I felt terrible for my feelings. Especially when recalling, “When I think that the interplanetary expectation of these young people will be disappointed, I feel a certain sorrow.” Even if this was not directly targeted at the readers, I took it as such.

Questions: Did you have any contradictory feelings about this novel? Was it both enjoyable and frustrating for you? Or did you completely loathe it? How did your reaction make you feel? (Please answer in the thoughts section below!)

Red Flag Since Day One ~ Time of the Doves

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When I first read Mercè Rodoreda’s novel The Time of the Doves, I initially thought it would be somewhat wholesome and heartfelt — based on the name and love story presented. However, I was thoroughly mistaken. Similar to the other texts in this class, it made me feel many overwhelming emotions: sadness, shock, and anger. The main character — Natalia — suffered loss after loss and horror after horror. It seemed like the story would never reach a happy ending, and fittingly, the ending was bittersweet. Although this text is admittedly not a happy read, it is notably very illuminating. Many themes can be seen throughout the story; from war, grief, anxiety, domestic violence, manipulation, and more. 

Amazingly, while the text is simply written, it is still very complex and intricate. Mercè Rodoreda does a fantastic job detailing scenes and metaphors. Additionally, I was able to sympathize and connect with Natalia as the story progressed. Which added an interesting and challenging layer when she committed questionable or downright concerning actions. 

The characters surrounding her also made me feel annoyed and conflicted, especially with Quimet. Here, we can find a solid connection to doves mentioned in the story, as his character is seemingly (and unhealthy) obsessed with birds and Natalia. 

Natalia meets Quimet while all dressed in white and is identified as the bird by him. This can appear charming, based on the notion that doves represent love and peace. But it is notable to account that they can also represent a quiet innocence and purity. The moment I read that scene, I felt wary. I was unsure if Natalia felt the same or encaptured by his words, but I was praying she’d run away from this man. This may be because of my own personal bias, but any person who is interested in another because of their “innocent” appearance and is bold enough to tell them is a red flag. STAY CLEAR OF THESE PEOPLE, TRUST ME. 

I felt that there were many warning signs for Natalia at the beginning of the story. Particularly the scene where Quimet and Natalia see and discuss blackbirds. Quimet himself notions the bad luck attached to them as they fly near them. This does help explain plot points in a literary sense, but also sneakily tells the readers his later of his true deposition. 

I could be reading into the text too much, but Mercè Rodoreda does make an effort to expand doves and birds into her text (not just in a literal sense). Particularly, Natalia thinks of her children as eggs, delicate and vulnerable enough to shake and invoke a fury of doves and war while deciding to kill them. Furthermore, Natalia recalls a time when she was happy, represented by the memory of a free and careless bird in the sky at the end of the story. 

Notably, each mention of these doves or birds is significant. The title should indicate this plainly. However, it is more profound than just peace or freedom, as vulnerability, bad omens, pain and sentimentality are notable.

Question: Do you see any warning signs for Natalia at the beginning of the story? What are other correlations to the characters or events you can connect to doves?

(Please response in the leave your thought section)

Heartbreaking Emotions and Generational Trauma

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Joseph Zobel’s Black Shack Alley is a story encompassed with true raw human emotion and the brutalities of life. It was an amazing read, albeit there were heartbreaking moments of inequalities where I felt genuinely sad; Zobel does an incredible job of engaging the reader and evoking emotions. From the very first line, “Whenever the day had been without incident or misfortune, the evening arrived with a smile of tenderness,” I was hooked to the story. The text is easy to understand, which allows readers to become smoothly immersed and connected to the storyline.

The more I read, the more I felt growing up with José and correspondingly, the pain he experienced I felt as well. The hard work, perseverance, loneliness, and despair were apparent and written in a bittersweetly precise way. The complexity and morals in human behaviour were displayed throughout José’s childhood. This spotlighted the cruelty of racism embedded into his environment and the repercussions on following generations. It was genuinely frightening to read the moments of blatant discrimination, from José being isolated in his class to his teacher accusing him of plagiarism and more. Especially if we correlate this to our “modern” time now, these biases still linger and significantly affect others. 

It was disheartening to see his optimism and childlike innocence continuously crushed as the story progressed. It was almost as if it was foreshadowed at the beginning of the story: “The truth was, innocence and reason had possessed me all the time that M’man Tine had been gone.” José’s age is more apparent in times of adversity. The first scene depicting his beating had me heartbroken, especially reading the line, “I felt almost nothing, save a confusion which overpowered me despite the stake of stoic stiffness I kept myself in.”

This scene with M’man Tine beating José while yelling about the burden of taking care of him stood out for me. It reminds me of behaviour connected to generational trauma, which aligns with the storyline, given the long history of racism, discrimination, and inequality. This may seem absurd to you, but growing up with immigrant parents and friends with the same dynamics, this form of punishment is normalized. Maybe it is not the extreme José was experiencing, but it is notable to account that many families deem spanking or hitting as justified forms of punishment. The children’s fear after making a mistake was not unfamiliar: “Our parents would soon be arriving. We would be beaten. We could sense that from the very manner in which our anxiety increased.” Furthermore, after hearing M’man Tine speak about her childhood, we can see the passed-down behaviours and morals: “When I was small, I wasn’t a bother to anybody…When my mother died nobody wanted me.” Knowing the adversities the whole family had experienced, this thought is not too outlandish.

Question for you: Do you see any other moments or behaviours throughout the story where generational trauma can be connected?

Memorable quote: “As for us, all the obstacles cluttering up our plans could not keep us from pursuing our adventure to its end.”

(Please leave your comments in the thoughts section below)

Is Life or Death Suffering? ~ The Shrouded Woman

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María Luisa Bombal’s story left me overwhelmingly sad and dejected throughout the whole reading. The Shrouded Woman displays the main character’s — Ana Maria’s — most impactful interrelationships and choices as she remains in a limbo-like state before the finality of death. The text is beautifully written with an abundance of imagery and detail, allowing readers to become more easily immersed. The chapters are written in a certain way that leaves emotions feeling raw and tragic. From the beginning, “Her hands seemed to have acquired the frivolous delicacy of two peaceful doves” to the end, “But, born of her body, she was feeling an infinity of roots sink and spread into the earth…was rising, trembling up to her, the constant throbbing of the universe,” I was hooked to the story. Though the material left me sad most of the time, it felt truly intimate and personal to read. Bombal did not simply adhere to the saying “my life flashed before my eyes” that we see so commonly in media, but instead presented Ana Maria’s life wholeheartedly — with the bleak and melancholy events that shape an individual, especially in that time period.

The idea that life is not reviewed quickly before death is especially fascinating. Often, we view death as a painful, tragic and quick (hopefully) experience. In turn, this would drive us to live life to the fullest; by keeping precious people close and experiencing as much as possible. However, this story proposes the opposite of this idea in a way. The despair and pain in living are at the forefront, while death is an escape.

“For she had suffered the death of the living. And now she longed for total immersion, for the second death, the death of the dead.”

Notably, Ana Maria’s life is riddled with betrayal, abuse, and heartbreak throughout the story. Additionally, it is not just her but the characters around her as well — for example, Maria Griselda. Undoubtedly, the pain inflicted by men on women is a central topic within this story. From the bittersweet love she invariably has for Ricardo to her disastrous marriage with Antonio, the after-effects and consequences are twofold for the female characters. But why was her life written this way? What meaning can we take from Bombal’s story?

In my opinion, Bombal cleverly presented the unfair and tragic reality of society within that time period, as women were held to a lesser value and respect. Subsequently, she also interplays the brutal truth within life: how can we truly live while we are bound and restricted? We can see glimpses of this within the story through “Why must a woman’s nature be such that a man always has to be the pivot of her life” or the mere fact that she did not like to look at a crucifix but still was buried with one. 

That particular section stands out, as god is deemed remote, severe and cruel. The feeling of being trapped and frustrated is clear, especially noting “men are like plants, for not all plants have a second crop and there are some that live in the sand dune without thirst or need of water.”

Discussion question: Did you find any double meanings within the story? Do you believe that life is where we suffer, or is it when we die?

(Please leave your comments in the thoughts section below)

A mess of emotions ~ Mad Toy

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Mad Toy is a story that evoked many emotions from me. From sadness, frustration, and unfairness, the harshness of reality was always apparent. Roberto Arlt did an excellent job allowing readers to understand Silvio’s character, as his emotions are elaborate and consistently intense. To be honest, the jumble of stories made my heart sink further and further. Once things started to look up, it would come crashing down. Silvio’s inner monologue drove this feeling further, from him saying things he cannot admit to his mother — “Don’t talk about money Mama, please” —to his frustration in the cards dealt in his life — “How can I study, if I have to learn a trade to make a living?” It was heartbreaking and made me quite sad. Despite these feelings, I tried to find the motive why the author wrote this short novel, the true meaning or takeaway.

There could be many things he can be addressing. Was it the cruel reality of poverty that is unfailingly perpetuated in a capitalistic society? The influences of dysfunctional relationships? The journey to find your true morals or purpose in life? Glory or betrayal? Again, there’s so much that can be made from this story. Personally, I believe there is no wrong answer. There is not just a sole reason or theme in this story, as it all connects to life. Repeated again and again within this narrative is “that’s life.” Life is complicated and harsh, and it is quite jarring to realize when you grow up. From Silvia desiring a sort of escape and thrill through being a “thief” to him having to provide for his family at the mere age of 15 — it’s shocking. What makes me sad is Silvio’s denial of him being young: “I’m not a boy. I’m sixteen years old.” Given the circumstances, he had to grow up faster, and if we connect it to our life circumstances — being young university students — it seems crazy. 

Having to grow up can be a bitter, confusing, and resentful experience. It is draining and is filled with sometimes too many hurdles to overcome. We can see this with Silvio’s resentment, his suicidal ideals, his decisions like betrayal, and the side characters. But again, many of us will brush it off with the saying, “That’s life.” We cannot directly control the systems we are embedded within, so the most reasonable we can do is make the best of it. Though Silvio got some kind of success in the end, it left me bittersweet. Life did not go the way he planned, but that’s how life goes, right? 

My take on this story might be too bleak, but I believe it might be more realistic. Times have changed, however, so this may not be all true.

Discussion question: How closely connected do you think the phrase “That’s life” is within the story? Did the story bring about any sad emotions for you too?

(Please leave your comments in the “leave your thought” section below!)

 

My Resentment, Confusion and Awe of Swann’s Way ~ Proust

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Marcel Proust has written a truly in-depth and meticulously detailed story with Swann’s Way. When I first began reading the chapter Combray, I honestly resented it a bit. This is because every sentence seemed to be enriched with too much detail. It was confusing to read or fully immerse myself in the next. More frustratingly, I was flip-flopping between thoughts of “this is impossible to understand” and “this is amazingly written.” From describing the long sequence of his sleeping environment or his odd but endearing obsession with kisses, I could not figure out my genuine opinion of the story. 

What confused me (besides the confusing phrasings at times) was my resentment while reading this. I think these feelings arose because I do not think I could recall my own childhood to the same degree. I had my own fair mix of happy, sad, traumatic, and goofy moments growing up, but it would be more than difficult if I tried to pinpoint a specific example or day right now. Simply trying to recall my past memories is hard, but Proust had the ability to write and share his recollections elegantly — thus making me feel resentful and aggravated. 

Despite this, I did encounter multiple times where I could not put down the text. I became fully engrossed in the story, imagining what he wrote out. It was lovely. You can wholeheartedly feel the nostalgia and yearning for his childhood days through the texts. From the descriptions of the warmth of the fireplace, the cold air of the summer, and the nights and streets of Combray, I felt like I was in his shoes. It is an impressive feat when the writer can make the reader feel an ounce of nostalgia, especially when it is not their own memories or experiences. Proust has a special skill with detail. His entire monologue about flowers (an occurring theme) left me in awe. What is extraordinary is that it is not a simple description of the number of petals or colours; it mixes elements that occur outside of the visual sense. For example, he associates it with adolescents, a season you can never return to, or a “bouquet sent from a traveller that will never return.” Feelings are mixed into his descriptions: awe, longing, yearning, reflection, and nostalgia. 

As a result, I both feel resentment and awe towards Proust’s story and writing abilities. Still, it is not unfair to say some of his sections are overexplained or disconcerting to read. This is credited to his sexist viewpoints about women at certain times — that they are only for men’s pleasure. Additionally, his detailed recall of asking for more kisses from his mother was a little…odd. Primarily when he briefly discussed his father’s resentment. At the same time, I am reminded of Freud’s Oedipus complex while trying to disagree it is more about wanting more of his mother’s love or attention. Either way, I do not want to let Freud win this time, so I’ll continue in ignorance bliss. 

Memorable quotes: “Summer bedrooms where you delight in become one with the soft night, where the moonlight leaning against the half-open shutters casts in the enchanted ladder at the foot of the bed, where you almost sleep in the open air.”

“May the sky remain forever blue for you, my young friend; and even at the hour which is now approaching for me, when the woods are dark already, when the night is falling fast, you will console yourself as I do by looking up at the sky.”

My question to you is: Did you feel nostalgic reading this text? Did it move you in any way?

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