webcowgirl | Soon I'll be remembering Remembrance

Last night Remembrance got to one of those incredible places where you finally see what the result is of, I don't know, some 2-300 pages of buildup, a moment where the protagonist walks through space and time, and yet the feeling of him doing it, of reading about it, is one of a universal experience. It was massively cool and the fact that the scene ended with him having Albertine effectively slap his face for being fresh was just great. I'm at 1006 - only 12 pages to go. What will I do from here? Will someone buy me the appropriate next volume, maybe in the juicy, new translation? (Is it the one by Lydia Davis?)

I'm also poking around in a rather silly book by Rob Grant, Incompetnce (misspelling deliberate). It's a very silly detective novel. I'll let you know how it goes. But right now, I think I need a cup of tea; my throat seems very dry after last night for some reason.

(PS; Appears I could also use a copy of How Proust Can Change Your Life. I must remember this.)