|du coté de chez stef: here, every day, we take a stroll with le baron de charlus|
peut-on aimer ceux qui n'aiment pas marcel?
Those who love girlontape know that her world is divided into those who read proust and those who do not; she's even been known to paraphrase the duchesse de guermantes on the subject of odette, as follows:
"There wouldn't be anything to talk about any more if one were obliged to make the acquaintance of the proust-less!"
But the heart has its reasons, which reason doth not know: so girlontape has sometimes formed passionate attachments to just such people.
One of these is mariel: has any friend been more loyal, more tender, more fierce, more bravely loving?
Little did it matter that, a tough kid from a tough hood, mariel never finished high school, and thus could not be expected to know that marcel even exists.
Imagine my face the day I had the following conversation with her, three years ago:
stef: Hey... what are you up to?
mariel: I just started Within a Budding Grove.
stef: Come again?!?
mariel: Well I finished Swann's Way yesterday, so -
stef: I'm not sure I understand.
mariel: Didn't you say The World Is Divided Into Those Who Read Proust And Those Who Don't?
stef: Yeah, but -
mariel: It's a good book. Kinda trippy.
Now that was a proof of love, such as this world needs more of; and also proof that one may indeed sometimes love the unprousted (as long as they end up reading proust).