I can’t claim any great literary sensibility or technique. I’m not even sure if I can actually tell other people of the essences of what made this book so great. Yet without a doubt in my eyes this book is a wonder, as its each passages and phrases ring with poignant descriptions and profound thoughts. As I went through it page by page I was almost overwhelmed by the world Proust created, the characters always living and thinking beings instead of being some two dimensional backdrops created to drag the plotline along. Some of the passages and situations resonated with me so much that I found it hard to read on to next page, staring at it and reading it again and again like with a favorite painting in a museum. It isn’t often that a writing inspires me so much as to create a ‘holy moment’ (waking life anyone?) outside of the book’s boundries.
Of course, this was a deeply personal experience, so your mileage may differ. But I have no hesitation in recommending this work to anyone who enjoys reading, to at least encounter it once in his/her life.
