Remembrance of Things Present
How Proust's 3,000-page novel can change your life
March/April 1998
Jon Spayde Utne Reader
He was a neurotic mama's boy who lived with his mother until her
death (when he was 34) and spent most of his waking hours under the
covers, propped against pillows. His skin was too sensitive for
soap. He was asthmatic and perpetually constipated. He wrote a
3,000-plus-page novel that at one point devotes 17 pages to a
description of the narrator turning over in bed.
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He was Marcel Proust and ó believe it or not ó he can help you
lead a happier life. That, at any rate, is the conviction of a
handful of contemporary Proustophiles. For them, his monumental
novel Remembrance of Things Past (published in French between 1913
and 1927) is 'a practical, universally applicable story about how
to stop wasting time and start to appreciate life,' as novelist
Alain de Botton writes in How Proust Can Change Your Life
(Pantheon, 1997).
Come again? How is this gargantuan, glacially paced story of a
young man's emotional coming of age in cliquish Parisian high
society, three times the length of War and Peace and written by one
of the great pillow-huggers of all time, supposed to get you up and
at 'em?
By the sheer power and aptness of Proust's observation of life,
says de Botton. For example: Both in Remembrance and in his own
warm and supportive relations with his friends, Proust offered
instruction in the art of paying close attention to what's at hand
as medicine for the dread so many of us feel that life is passing
us by.
'The happiness that may emerge from taking a second look is
central to Proust's therapeutic conception,' writes de Botton. 'It
reveals the extent to which our dissatisfactions may be the result
of failing to look properly at our lives rather than the result of
anything inherently deficient about them.' The obsessive
description for which Proust is famous is a kind of dedicated
mindfulness, honoring humble things ó like the insipid taste of a
madeleine biscuit steeped in tea, which starts the whole
Remembrance rolling ó instead of the pipe dreams that betray us
(and many of Proust's characters) into half-lives of wishing and
hoping.