Proust's Way
4/5
()
About this ebook
Read more from François Mauriac
Saint Margaret of Cortona Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5Letters on Art and Literature Rating: 2 out of 5 stars2/5Proust's Way Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsThe Essential François Mauriac: Saint Margaret of Cortona, Letters on Art and Literature, and Proust’s Way Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsA Woman of the Pharisees Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratings
Related to Proust's Way
Related ebooks
Germinal Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsLiving and Dying with Marcel Proust Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsFlann O’Brien: Gallows Humour Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsThe Notebooks of Malte Laurids Brigge Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsUnderstanding Marcel Proust Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsAutumn Leaves Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Letters on Cézanne Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5You have a Lot to Lose: A Memoir, 1956–1986 Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsWittgenstein and Modernism Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5The Broken Triangle Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsThe Pier-Glass Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsThe Confession of a Child of the Century — Complete Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsThe White Notebook Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Damned to Fame: the Life of Samuel Beckett Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Homer and the Classical Philology by Friedrich Nietzsche - Delphi Classics (Illustrated) Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Hermann Hesse: An Illustrated Biography Rating: 3 out of 5 stars3/5The American Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Arts and Letters Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsWalter Pater: Complete Writings: The Renaissance, Marius The Epicurean, Imaginary Portraits, Plato and Platonism... (Bauer Classics) Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsMy Merry Mornings Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsSwann's Way Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsHazlitt on English Literature: An Introduction to the Appreciation of Literature Rating: 1 out of 5 stars1/5Proust For Beginners Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The Complete Elegies of Sextus Propertius Rating: 1 out of 5 stars1/5Proust Among the Stars: How To Read Him; Why Read Him? Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The Queen's Caprice: Stories Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsLectures on Literature Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Ezra Pounds Aesthetics and the Origins of Modernism Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsLetters of William Gaddis Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Milosz: A Biography Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5
Literary Criticism For You
Man's Search for Meaning: by Viktor E. Frankl | Conversation Starters Rating: 3 out of 5 stars3/5A Reader’s Companion to J.D. Salinger’s The Catcher in the Rye Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5As I Lay Dying Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The 48 Laws of Power: by Robert Greene | Conversation Starters Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Oscar Wilde: The Unrepentant Years Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/512 Rules For Life: by Jordan Peterson | Conversation Starters Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The Art of Seduction: by Robert Greene | Conversation Starters Rating: 3 out of 5 stars3/5Verity: by Colleen Hoover | Conversation Starters Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Killers of the Flower Moon: by David Grann | Conversation Starters Rating: 3 out of 5 stars3/5Letters to a Young Poet Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5SUMMARY Of The Plant Paradox: The Hidden Dangers in Healthy Foods That Cause Disease and Weight Gain Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Quiet: The Power of Introverts in a World That Can't Stop Talking by Susan Cain | Conversation Starters Rating: 2 out of 5 stars2/5The Book of Virtues Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Dare to Lead: Brave Work. Tough Conversations. Whole Hearts.by Brené Brown | Conversation Starters Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5The Great Alone: by Kristin Hannah | Conversation Starters Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5The Lincoln Lawyer: A Mysterious Profile Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsThe Power of Habit: by Charles Duhigg | Conversation Starters Rating: 3 out of 5 stars3/5The Gulag Archipelago [Volume 1]: An Experiment in Literary Investigation Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Circe: by Madeline Miller | Conversation Starters Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Just Kids: A National Book Award Winner Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5
Reviews for Proust's Way
1 rating0 reviews
Book preview
Proust's Way - François Mauriac
MY MEETING WITH MARCEL PROUST
I saw Barrès for the last time at Marcel Proust’s funeral. He was standing in front of the Church of Saint-Pierre de Chaillot, with his bowler on his head and his umbrella hanging from his arm. He was astonished at the clamor of fame all about the deceased whom he had known quite well and rather liked, I believe, without suspecting his greatness.
Well, what’s it all about! … he was our young man …
he kept repeating to me, meaning by that that he had always located Marcel Proust on the other side of the chancel with the worshipers and disciples, he the most intelligent and discerning of all, to be sure, and the one who knew how to burn the most flattering incense under the nose of every master; but that he would some day be able to bestride the Lord’s Table and take his place alongside of him, that was something neither Barrès nor any other pontiff of his generation would ever have foreseen.
Ah! Proust, pleasant companion, what a strange phenomenon you were! as for me, what an off-hand way I had of judging you!
Barrès confessed to Jacques Rivière (letter of December 2, 1922 published in Hommage à Marcel Proust).
Proust concealed his own genius in the smoke of the incense-burner he was swinging under the noses of the men of letters and the ladies in whose homes he dined. Thanks to that cloud, he constructed his work for many years, borrowing anecdotes and secrets from the people whom he covered with flowers, growing fat on every destiny he crossed; and suddenly the cloud dispersed and their young man,
eternally young, towered above the discomforted old masters.
Some of them took it very badly (not Barrès, to be sure, over whom a new work could not cast a shadow), but Bourget, who pretended to laugh at the maniac (Crazy,
he used to say to me, to dissect flies’ legs
) was too discerning not to perceive that Remembrance of Things Past cast over his own novels a fearful shadow. That world of Lies (Mensonges), A Woman’s Heart (Un Coeur de Femme), and The Blue Duchess (La Duchesse bleue) that Bourget had observed through his monocle, Proust, after having absorbed it, called forth from his depths, all mingled with his own life. What a drama was that sudden occupation of the literary heaven by the Proustian constellation! To be demoted on the very threshold of his tomb with one foot already in the grave, was, perhaps what Bourget vaguely resented; but that is certainly what the Count Robert de Montesquiou felt desperately (as appears clearly in the last pages of his Mémoires). The latter lived long enough to discover that he would pass down to posterity only in as far as it had pleased the little Proust to make use of him. What! That snob, mongrel, who drank the noble count in with his eyes and covered him with flattery, was concealing then an incorruptible witness, one of those geniuses who not only note the appearance, the gesture, the voice, but the hidden intention, and immobilize it in an eternal creation? Who would not have been deceived by it? Marcel Proust had nothing of the professional observer. He lived your life, admired you, liked you, took part in your follies and vices; he was a virtuoso in quarrelling and making up. But all the time that he lost with you was swallowed up in him, and he was to rediscover it later thanks to a good use of illnesses
that Pascal had not foreseen.
There was one writer able to estimate the importance of Marcel Proust and to be overwhelmed by it, but without meanness or envy: it was the charming René Boy-lesve. He admitted without artifice that Proust had accomplished what he himself had dreamed. He was not jealous of it, but confessed his sadness to us in the pretty little house on the rue des Vignes where I see again his handsome olive face, bearded and wasted away, one of those that give testimony equally to the excesses of penitence or the fires of human passions.
I saw Marcel Proust at the end of the war for the first time, at Madame Alphonse Daudet’s, on the third of February 1918, during a reception given in honor of Francis Jammes. But I could have met him many years sooner since I was acquainted with Alphonse Daudet’s youngest son, Lucien, who was not only one of Marcel Proust’s best friends but had the merit to admire Marcel’s genius at a time when nobody would have found himself in agreement with him. Swann’s Way had hardly appeared in the bookstore windows when Lucien Daudet, in the Figaro, was already putting this unknown man and his work into their rightful place, at the top.
That little Proust!
people kept saying, do you really think that fellow exists?
Lucien Daudet never doubted that the little Proust was very great; he never put him down as commonplace. He resisted that blindness of friendship that hides from us the greatness of those we love, and he belied Swann’s author when the latter assures us that we do not believe in the genius