Proust goes on holiday

by Sarah

My last post was all about the stress. As we were feeling frazzled, my husband, daughter and I booked flights and Air BnB and headed to Kos for some half term sunshine –… Continue reading →

A Masterclass in Dealing with Noisy Neighbours by Marcel Proust

by Sarah

I was given this slim volume of Marcel Proust’s Letters to the Lady Upstairs for Christmas, and have been keeping it for a rainy day. With the heatwave we’ve been experiencing I can hardly… Continue reading →

Get fit with Proust and Byron

by Lucy

Actually, that should read ‘Get fit with Proust’s dad and Byron’. Proust was not fit. He had always been a sickly child, and suffered from asthma, but as an adult decided the daytime… Continue reading →

Proust on holiday: Jacques Tati meets Johnny Vegas.

by Sarah

Proust might not be the first name that springs to mind when choosing holiday reading material, but by happy chance I took my half-read copy of In the Shadow of Young Girls in… Continue reading →

He Should Have Joined A Writing Group

by Sarah

If you have ever summoned the courage to show some of your creative writing to another living person (cats and houseplants don’t count, I’m afraid) you should read about young Proust’s experience of… Continue reading →

Madeleines for Proust

by Sarah

I thought I’d make some madeleines in honour of Proust’s birthday (any excuse, right?), but as I’m now a Vegan killjoy, I wasn’t sure if that would be possible, or advisable. My inner… Continue reading →

Happy 144th birthday, Proust!

by Lucy

But the sad thing is, he only lived to be 51. If he had lived to a very ripe old age, he possibly could have died in my life time, and definitely in… Continue reading →

Beware! Appearances can be deceptive.

by Sarah

When Swann first made an appearance in ‘The Way by Swann’s‘, I was so pre-occupied with the anguish of young Marcel that it took me while to notice him. He only registered as… Continue reading →

At first he was afraid, he was petrified…

by Lucy

Oh, Proust*. Darling, sit down. I’ll make tea. No, wait, hot chocolate. And cake. I know I’ve been a bit mean about you before, but what you’ve been through, oh man, believe me,… Continue reading →

The Secret Diary of Marcel Proust, age 16 ½

by Lucy

If I find something mildly amusing, I don’t chuckle, or giggle, instead it’s a highly unattractive Mrs Krabappel ‘Ha!’ And Proust (okay, okay, his nameless character that we all know most of the… Continue reading →