People bring unknowable baggage to their readings—and to the author herself.
He loved self-reflection—the way memory, personal changes over time, and reality can come together to conjure a place far beyond documentation.
Whoever is holding the book is the beloved in some sense.
Swann’s Way was simply impassable. Even Proust said so.
Rather than walking the road back to my teenage obsession with science fiction, I’ve realized what I owe her as a journalist and teacher.
