bloomheller22

I'm reading Swann's Way right now, and I want to say that I might actually prefer it to Ulysses. The reason for this is that Proust is a celebration of life, and the cerebral qualities of Joyce are too cold. I mean, we can force Joyce to have feeling if we want, and there is feeling in Joyce, but not like Proust. I mean, I've never read a book so living and filled with love for love and life. And I rarely talk/type this way about anything. Everyone should read it! Of course, the first two hundred or so pages are basically plotless (not to sound like a philistine), but there is something profoundly peaceful in the first section, also sad. However, once the second part begins, Swann in Love, it takes off like Spring. Actually it's a perfect book for Spring time, even though here in Oviedo it rains all the time and Spring will probably be about the same as winter. I'm actually going to go back to it right now, so... hasta luego.