Combray in the Cottage
Hello all, and welcome back to the cottage. I shall open today's reflections with a quote: "I told myself I would have time to think of what to do" (Proust, 43). In fact, this is what I mistakenly thought when I assumed the first of these entries were due the following Sunday, rather than this one. But no matter--thank goodness that I discovered the truth in an amount of time that permitted me to read the first 48 pages with some degree of leisure, then promptly return to the writing desk to deliver to you this week's entry. I expect to complete the novel in time for our second gathering, by which time I should hopefully have more thoughts to share. Thank goodness, then, that this is a place for first impressions. And what a cozy story it's been so far. The opening notes wherein Proust levels a Tolkienesque description of his room and the multitude of thoughts and sensations that come from the (seemingly) simple occupation of a bed are sufficient to pull the reade...