Word: proust
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...stock role of the slouch-hatted, wisecracking newsman. He does not look the part, and he was not brought up to play it. Instead of the rough-&-tumble school of the police beat, he went to Groton and Harvard, where he wandered around with volumes of Proust and Joyce under his arm and thought politics beneath discussion. His silk shirts and tailored suits are as out of character as his high-pitched "ah there" voice. He exudes a cultivated and imperious...
...Roosevelts) decided that its fat and bookish son was good for nothing else. A discreetly pulled wire got him a job with the New York Herald Tribune. In its Washington bureau, where his first official appearance was at a White House party, he found politics more fun than Proust...
...Proust Without Interruption. Not even his time in solitary left him entirely bitter, for he found "that it is far easier to withstand hunger when alone than in the company of others." And he there had the chance "to read all the works of Marcel Proust without interruption. . . . I also read eleven volumes of The Origins of Contemporary France, Dom Leclerq's History of the Revolution, and Rousseau's Confessions, The very length of these works prevents most free men from completing them; in one sense, therefore, I was freer than most." Nor was he forgotten...
...novelist, Truman Capote, who was born in New Orleans, owes something to Proust, something to Faulkner. In some ways he gets very close to childhood and to the profoundly sensational values of a child. But for all his novel's gifted invention and imagery, the distasteful trappings of its homosexual theme overhang it like Spanish moss...
...have lately been reading both Joyce and Proust with considerable disappointment; they both seem to me very sick men, giant invalids who, in spite of enormous talent, were crippled by the same disease, elephantiasis of the ego. They both attempted titanic tasks, and both failed for lack of that dull but healthy quality without which no masterpiece can be contrived, a sense of proportion...