Happy Birthday twin brother! I know you’re in the process of a move so I thought I’d pick up some of the blogging slack as you make your way across the country. (P.S. This is kind of your birthday present so imagine this post with a giant virtual bow on it).
Originally I was going to title this post “Miley Cyrus Sings About Me Reading Proust” –provocative no?
As I was driving around the city yesterday with my MC playlist bouncing from my speakers I was struck by how Miley Cyrus’s paean to failure “The Climb” really spoke to me. Here are the lyrics that made me gasp with recognition:
‘Cause there’s always going to be another mountain / I’m always gonna want to make it move / Always gonna be a uphill battle / Sometimes I’m going to have to lose / Ain’t about how fast I get there / Ain’t about what’s waiting on the other side / It’s the climb, yeah!
Grammar aside that nice encapsulates my feelings (yeah!) as I meet my thirtieth birthday not having reached my self-imposed goal of finishing Swann’s Way. It’s not about the finishing, it’s about enjoying the book as I read it (or “the climb”–yeah!).
And enjoying it I am! I did finally come to the “‘Tripe and onions'” dinner party and all I can say is “well played” (that and “Whoa you were really far ahead of me!”)
Shortly after that (as I enjoyed a delightful birthday breakfast sandwich from Panera) across a new favorite quotation–its a doozy so I’m going to have to break out the block quote
She was wrong, it was this that gave her away, she did not realize that the true detail had angles that could fit only into the contiguous details of the true fact from which she had arbitrarily detached it, angles which, whatever the invented details among which she might place it, would always reveal, by the excess material and unfilled empty areas, that it was not from among these that it had come.
Mayhaps Marcel was a fellow jigsaw enthusiast (or, dare I, aficionado–I do! I do dare! Watch out wind here comes my caution!)
After reading this quotation…I think I had to read it twice…I have to tip my hat to Ms Lydia Davis. Proust’s thoughts are so complexly worded and she not only has to understand them herself but then translate them into an understandable format for the English reader. Very impressive.
Even though I’m not finished (enjoying “The Climb” too much–on multiple levels) I do have a steady pace going and think that I’ll be finished soon. But first I have to put a copy of “He’s Just Not That Into You” into the post for Forcheville (dude you’re embarassing yourself) and then pull out the stick that finds itself firmly rooted in the nether regions of Mme Verdurin (Oooh..she makes me steam!)
Welcome to our thirties! Happy reading!
Jon