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...This first part, which Heuet calls "Combray," begins with the narrator being swept back to boyhood by the scent of a cookie. From there it reads episodically, dreamily recounting summertime events during a now-lost Edwardian age that includes bed-ridden aunts, earthy servants, looking at magic lantern shows, and fussing over the intricacies of propriety and social rank. Most crudely, it's about how the boy learns to appreciate beauty, and the way art can capture...
...Remembrance of Things Past: Combray" can be found in superior comic stores, and regular bookstores as well...
...accuse him of treason. These Dreyfusard letters foreshadow my special pleading for those whom society punishes by exclusion. And when I speak about a youthful search "for the grain of poetry indispensable to existence," I forecast the nuances of my later work, summoning up the floating vistas of Combray and the light-suffused salons of Paris...
...savor fully the Proustian experience in llliers-Combray, however, the pilgrim must meet a contemporary of the author's, 90-year-old Philibert Louis Larcher. A retired Inspector General of National Education, Larcher has devoted the past 30 years to reminding the town of its Proustian heritage. Through his efforts, the Tante Léonie house was made a national monument and the Pré Catalan was preserved. He founded the Society of the Friends of Marcel Proust and the Friends of Combray. His monograph, The Essence of Combray, has been revised and reissued just in time...
...first job was to establish that IIliers was Combray," remarks Larcher with a sly grin. "That wasn't easy. When I first came here and people discovered what I was trying to do, they wanted to shoot me." Even today, the town does relatively little to exploit the commercial possibilities of Proust's name, apart from the Benoist patisserie with its madeleines. Actually, according to Larcher, Marcel's madeleines came from another bakery, located a scant three doors from Tante Léonie's garden gate. "But," he sighs, "the owner doesn't care about...