Le Temps retrouvé

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Le Temps retrouvé

Marcel Proust


Publication: 1927
Catégorie(s): Fiction
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A Propos Proust:

Proust was born in Auteuil (the southern sector of Paris's then-rustic 16th arrondissement) at the home of his great-uncle, two months after the Treaty of Frankfurt formally ended the Franco-Prussian War. His birth took place during the violence that surrounded the suppression of the Paris Commune, and his childhood corresponds with the consolidation of the French Third Republic. Much of Remembrance of Things Past concerns the vast changes, most particularly the decline of the aristocracy and the rise of the middle classes, that occurred in France during the Third Republic and the fin de siècle. Proust's father, Achille Adrien Proust, was a famous doctor and epidemiologist, responsible for studying and attempting to remedy the causes and movements of cholera through Europe and Asia; he was the author of many articles and books on medicine and hygiene. Proust's mother, Jeanne Clémence Weil, was the daughter of a rich and cultured Jewish family. Her father was a banker. She was highly literate and well-read. Her letters demonstrate a well-developed sense of humour, and her command of English was sufficient for her to provide the necessary impetus to her son's later attempts to translate John Ruskin. By the age of nine, Proust had had his first serious asthma attack, and thereafter he was considered by himself, his family and his friends as a sickly child. Proust spent long holidays in the village of Illiers. This village, combined with aspects of the time he spent at his great-uncle's house in Auteuil became the model for the fictional town of Combray, where some of the most important scenes of Remembrance of Things Past take place. (Illiers was renamed Illiers-Combray on the occasion of the Proust centenary celebrations). Despite his poor health, Proust served a year (1889–90) as an enlisted man in the French army, stationed at Coligny Caserne in Orléans, an experience that provided a lengthy episode in The Guermantes Way, volume three of his novel. As a young man Proust was a dilettante and a successful social climber, whose aspirations as a writer were hampered by his lack of application to work. His reputation from this period, as a snob and an aesthete, contributed to his later troubles with getting Swann's Way, the first volume of his huge novel, published in 1913. Proust was quite close to his mother, despite her wishes that he apply himself to some sort of useful work. In order to appease his father, who insisted that he pursue a career, Proust obtained a volunteer position at the Bibliothèque Mazarine in the summer of 1896. After exerting considerable effort, he obtained a sick leave which was to extend for several years until he was considered to have resigned. He never worked at his job, and he did not move from his parents' apartment until after both were dead (Tadié). Proust, who was homosexual, was one of the first European writers to treat homosexuality at length. His life and family circle changed considerably between 1900 and 1905. In February 1903, Proust's brother Robert married and left the family apartment. His father died in September of the same year. Finally, and most crushingly, Proust's beloved mother died in September 1905. In addition to the grief that attended his mother's death, Proust's life changed due to a very large inheritance he received (in today's terms, a principal of about $6 million, with a monthly income of about $15,000). Despite this windfall, his health throughout this period continued to deteriorate. Proust spent the last three years of his life largely confined to his cork-lined bedroom, sleeping during the day and working at night to complete his novel. He died in 1922 and is buried in the Père Lachaise Cemetery in Paris. Source: Wikipedia

Disponible sur Feedbooks Proust:

  • Du côté de chez Swann (1913)
  • À l’ombre des jeunes filles en fleurs (1919)
  • Sodome et Gomorrhe (1922)
  • Le Côté de Guermantes (1922)
  • La Prisonnière (1925)
  • Albertine Disparue (1927)
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    Partie 1

    Chapitre 1 Tansonville

    Toute la journée, dans cette demeure de Tansonville un peu trop campagne, qui n’avait l’air que d’un lieu de sieste entre deux promenades ou pendant l’averse, une de ces demeures où chaque salon a l’air d’un cabinet de verdure, et où sur la tenture des chambres, les roses du jardin dans l’une, les oiseaux des arbres dans l’autre, vous ont rejoints et vous tiennent compagnie – isolés du moins – car c’étaient de vieilles tentures où chaque rose était assez séparée pour qu’on eût pu, si elle avait été vivante, la cueillir, chaque oiseau le mettre en cage et l’apprivoiser, sans rien de ces grandes décorations des chambres d’aujourd’hui où, sur un fond d’argent, tous les pommiers de Normandie sont venus se profiler en style japonais, pour halluciner les heures que vous passez au lit, toute la journée je la passais dans ma chambre qui donnait sur les belles verdures du parc et les lilas de l’entrée, sur les feuilles vertes des grands arbres au bord de l’eau, étincelants de soleil, et sur la forêt de Méséglise. Je ne regardais, en somme, tout cela avec plaisir que parce que je me disais : c’est joli d’avoir tant de verdure dans la fenêtre de ma chambre, jusqu’au moment où dans le vaste tableau verdoyant je reconnus, peint lui au contraire en bleu sombre, simplement parce qu’il était plus loin, le clocher de l’église de Combray, non pas une figuration de ce clocher, ce clocher lui-même qui, mettant ainsi sous mes yeux la distance des lieues et des années, était venu, au milieu de la lumineuse verdure et d’un tout autre ton, si sombre qu’il paraissait presque seulement dessiné, s’inscrire dans le carreau de ma fenêtre. Et si je sortais un moment de ma chambre, au bout du couloir j’apercevais, parce qu’il était orienté autrement, comme une bande d’écarlate, la tenture d’un petit salon qui n’était qu’une simple mousseline mais rouge, et prête à s’incendier si un rayon de soleil y donnait.

    Pendant nos promenades, Gilberte me parlait de Robert comme se détournant d’elle, mais pour aller auprès d’autres femmes.