“Volume One of “In Search of Lost Time.” Is this mammoth seven-volume novel the reader’s Everest? Oh god, probably. It also has an unfortunate air of snobbery and elitism about it – people who’ve read it feel (justifiably?) entitled to brag and coolly use the adjective “Proustian” as a litmus test to find fellow members of the club. I don’t blame you, dear reader, standing at the gate, wondering if you really want to set off down “Swann’s Way.”
Do it. Yes, Proust’s style takes some getting used to. Just keep reading. You just have to learn his language, then it all gets easier. There are wonders within that are indescribable, other than to say they’re, well, Proustian. Somehow, one strange little Parisian fop managed to retire to his bed and write the Greatest Novel Ever Written. He captures human life entire in these pages. Read it – you’ll never regret it.