Mr. Podmore Tackles Proust

Last night was a dark and stormy night, followed in due course by a dark and stormy day, in the Wet. Drizzly. Willamette Valley. of. Oregon.

Meanwhile, the Sketchbook, which had been lonely all through the months of September, and most of October, finally received a few brief visits from the Artist. He drew the Sketchbook a story of a man he knew a long time ago, very similar to his own self, who made a habit of reading, or trying to read, preposterously long works of fiction, especially in times of dark, stormy, Oregon weather:



I am actually almost halfway through the six volumes of Proust's In Search of Lost Time, perhaps better known as Remembrance of Things Past. It's very... um... let me see... ah... French!... yah, that's it... utterly, ineluctably, relentlessly French.