July 9th, 2008

Proust book

Finishing up The Prisoner and The Fugitive

I've had a real couple of shocks in the last day or two of reading (I'm at page 624, only 34 more to go). I'll summarize a bit by saying .... his love for Albertine is really and truly dead. The narrator has been in Venice, and I've really been loving reading about it - it's some of the best writing in the entire book, and there's been a fair amount of social comedy, such as this bit from last night, when it was discovered that "the tailor's daughter" is going to marry some poor nobleman:
Mom: It is virtue rewarded! It's a marriage from the end of a novel by Georges Sand!
Son (to himself): It's the wages of sin, it's the marriage from the end of a novel by Balzac!

So the home stretch is in view, and I will be needing Finding Time Again pretty soon, though I appear to have missed out on my chance of getting a hardback copy. Silly me. I should probably get up to snuff and read Madame Bovary and jump on the Bibliogoth bandwagon, but I think I will not be able to get through that book before the end of the month as Proust must be completed first.

Ooh, another Proust blogger! (Isn't it odd to think that someone could be so crazy in love with someone and not bother going to their funeral or to see their grave? It did make me wonder.)

Today: Hairspray and fretting about my work permit.
Sea dragon

Too much spare brain space: am filling holes with Proust (gip)

It's very quiet at work today. I'm going to be far ahead on my work when the day ends. I was good and went to the gym (did I really hit 172 BPM on the elliptical? I might have been feeling a bit dizzy afterwards ...) and had a lunch I brought in from home - reheated meat pie from the shop in York.

Somehow this has led me to spend a lot of time hitting Proust blogs online. I'm very much enjoying "Madeleine Moments," which is basically a Proust fan blog and thus very fun for me to read. This is where I heard about the book Proust Was a Neuroscientist (thence my lovely new icon) and Proust and the Squid (proving my interests can all overlap ultimately, given time). Who knows, maybe I should do a separate, all-Proust blog, but that seems like not as much fun as having it be a regular flavor item over here.

Today I feel like I'm really enjoying getting to work with my husband - we commuted in today, went to the gym together, and ate lunch together (in part because I'd remember to bring lunch and he hadn't). It was all kind of fun, but it's probably for the best that our work areas don't really overlap.

For those keeping track, work has estimated the cost of my visa (for them) as something like £4000, half of which I will be liable to repay if I find a new job within a year of receiving the visa (this being double what it would cost me to do it myself). It all seems rather depressing - I'd rather my golden handcuffs were a purer karat and much thicker than these. Meanwhile, the fact shadowdaddy needs his passport at the end of the month so he can watch the end of the Tour has come into play, but the attorney isn't even in the office to answer my questions today, much less finish the application ...