Word: jeane
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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Margaret R. Antonelli '57 was elected vice-president. Other new officers are Meredith A. MacAdam '58, secretary, Nina S. Dimmitt '58, assistant secretary, Susan Olsen '58, treasurer, Lynn V. Moorhead '58, assistant treasurer, Elizabeth B. Borden '59, National Student Association alternate, and Jean L. Anderson '59, electoral chairman...
...JEAN SANTEUIL (744 pp.)-Marcel Proust-Simon & Schuster...
...permission from Marcel Proust's niece to explore the Master's belongings. Seventy notebooks and "several boxes of torn and detached pages" fell into De Fallois' hands, and he managed to piece together a novel "the existence of which nobody had so much as suspected." Jean Santeuil, written between 1896 and 1900, now appears in English translation for the first time-to the stately booming of literary big shots and the high salutations of Proustian fifers...
With Cork on the Walls. "I talk about MY book as though I were never to write another," Proust wrote when he was working on Jean Santeuil. In a way, Proust was right. Jean Santeuil is primarily the trial run of Remembrance of Things Past. In it can be seen the fascinating spectacle of the great man growing in embryo-groping in the dark, exerting limbs that are still too frail to be usable, making movements that are uncertain and un controlled. Twenty years were to pass before Proust brought these beginnings to maturity (he died in 1922, before...
...Jean Santeuil has no such stature. The Master is young, shy, afraid. As in Remembrance, Proust starts his novel with the hero's memories of having to go to bed as a boy-"the wretched candle must be put out and he lie there . . . abandoned . . . to the horrible, the shapeless suffering which, little by little, would grow as vast as solitude." But Proust, with youthful naivete, tried to protect his own thin skin and his mother's feelings by pretending that he was not writing autobiography. In an introduction to Jean Santeuil, he declared the book...