Word: proust
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...reactions old aprons might evoke in others and moved her to start collecting stories. For the next several years--starting out in her home state of Colorado--she toted a laundry basket of old aprons everywhere she went. She invited strangers to touch them and talk to her. Like Proust's madeleine, the aprons prompted potent memories. After Geisel met portrait photographer Kristina Loggia, a project evolved. "The Apron Chronicles" is now an exhibit traveling throughout the country (to find out where, go to apronchronicles.com) It combines Geisel's collected testimonies and Loggia's vivid portraiture to create a poetry...
...owns just one Morrissey album. That would make as much sense as having one Grateful Dead tape or a single Proust volume. Either you've got them all or you go out of your way to avoid socializing with people who do. The issue, of course, isn't with the art but with the cult. In Morrissey's case, his acolytes long ago beatified him as the fragile saint of adolescent misery. "A lot of my fans have this perennial mental image of me being anemic and falling helplessly down the stairs," says Morrissey. "I'm not actually like that...
...chastised by conductor Leonard Bernstein... among other things [Plimpton] is editor of the Paris Review, a fine literary quarterly ... Says Polish-born novelist Jerzy Kosinski: ... 'He comes closest to the American conception of what a writer ought to be?that he should not just live off the imagination, like Proust, but should re-create an ideal search for experience...
...What tends to get overlooked…is world literature: Flaubert, Dostoyevsky, Gogol, Tolstoy, Proust,” he says...
...Labour’s Lost set in Meiji restoration Japan and staged in the Quincy Grille—which he successfully petitioned to count for his joint VES-Literature degree—he aspires to a Polanski-cum-Kurosawa career trajectory. His weblog, which features translations of lesser-known Proust and original analysis of the Harvard Film Archive’s latest showings of post-war Icelandic cinema, is updated with alarming frequency. Friends enjoy the sly humour that lurks behind his blue-tinted glasses, which are worn even when lounging in the Loeb Drama Center’s greenroom...