Marcel Proust

Quinto volumen de En busca del tiempo perdido, en el que el narrador se detiene en el amor convertido en obsesión, en la naturaleza de los celos y del sufrimiento amoroso. Albertine, segundo gran amor del protagonista, es un ser de rostro siempre cambiante, lleno de encanto y seducción, pero fuente inagotable de incógnitas y contradicciones. Marcel conduce ahora a Albertine a París y en compañía de sus criados viven como amantes. Pero sólo los celos conservan vivo su amor, que es frío e indiferente, cuando no aparece la sospecha. La certeza de que le abandonará y recobrará su libertad, comienza a invadir a Marcel, cada vez que presiente las mentiras de Albertine, que con sus vicios le atormenta.

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"Before us is a book based on an astonishing discovery - twenty-three letters addressed to a lady (and three to her husband): until now we knew nothing about the existence of these letters. The lady was a neighbor of Marcel Proust, who lives on the fourth floor of the house 102 on Boulevard Osmanne. Undoubtedly, the publication in Russian of these letters will complement the portrait of the author of the "greatest French book of the twentieth century" in a peculiar stroke, showing him as a private person in the atmosphere of everyday life with all his fleeting joys and troubles. Not only creative insights, painful searches for impeccable form, journalistic and newspaper peripeteias, but also any, even the most insignificant, facts and events of Proust's everyday existence serve as a result of creating a full-blooded image of a genius writer in all its grandeur and earthly imperf" --

Dramatization of part seven of Marcel Proust's masterpiece, in which narrator Marcel attends a reception for the new Princesse de Guermantes and discovers his life's true vocation in the process.

John Sturrock's acclaimed new translation of Sodom and Gomorrah will introduce a new generation of American readers to the literary riches of Marcel Proust. The fourth volume in this superb edition of In Search of Lost Time-the first completely new translation of Proust's masterpiece since the 1920s-brings us a more comic and lucid prose than English readers have previously been able to enjoy. Sodom and Gomorrah takes up for the first time the theme of homosexual love-male and female-and dwells on how destructive sexual jealousy can be for those who suffer it. Proust's novel is also an unforgiving analysis of both the decadent high society of Paris and the rise of a philistine bourgeoisie that is on the way to supplanting it. Characters who had lesser roles earlier now reappear in a different light and take center stage, notably Albertine, with whom the narrator believes he is in love, and the insanely haughty Baron de Charlus. Book jacket.

Beginning with the remarkable essay "Contre Saint-Beuve," this surprising and stimulating critical collection presents Proust's views on the contemporary writing of his era, on painting and painters, and on such literary masters of the nineteenth century as Tolstoy, Goethe, and Stendhal.

For a long time I used to go to bed early. Sometimes, when I had put out my candle, my eyes would close so quickly that I had not even time to say I'm going to sleep. And half an hour later the thought that it was time to go to sleep would awaken me; I would try to put away the book which, I imagined, was still in my hands, and to blow out the light; I had been thinking all the time, while I was asleep, of what I had just been reading, but my thoughts had run into a channel of their own, until I myself seemed actually to have become the subject of my book: a church, a quartet, the rivalry between Francois I and Charles V.