Showing posts with label Marcel Proust. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Marcel Proust. Show all posts

Monday, July 10, 2017

Marcel Proust's Letters (II)

“One can say anything so long as one does not say ‘I.'” Marcel Proust wrote these words to his fellow Frenchman of letters André Gide, and they constitute valuable advice for any novelist as well as a useful key to understanding Proust’s own work. We think of Proust — especially today, the hundredth anniversary of Swann’s Way, which opens his masterwork Remembrance of Things Past (À la recherche du temps perdu) — as an important French novelist, an important modern novelist, an important fin-de-siècle novelist, and so on. We also think of Proust as an important gay novelist.  And we owe that, in some sense, to Gide, who revealed the closeted Proust’s homosexuality in their published correspondence after Proust’s death. Sexuality has since become a major element of the robust field of Proust criticism, and the letter above surely gives its scholars material — or at least th

The author of Remembrance of Things Past once suffered, according to Letters of Note, from an obsession with masturbation. “As a teenager this caused problems for his family, not least his father, a professor of hygiene, who like many of the day believed that such a worrying habit could cause homosexuality if left unchecked.” Given 10 francs by Proust père, Marcel went off to the neighborhood brothel to, in theory, get himself set straight. And the outcome of this “cure”? We defer to the sixteen-year-old Proust himself, who in the letter above tells the whole sordid story to his grandfather:
18 May 1888
Thursday evening.
My dear little grandfather,
I appeal to your kindness for the sum of 13 francs that I wished to ask Mr. Nathan for, but which Mama prefers I request from you. Here is why. I so needed to see if a woman could stop my awful masturbation habit that Papa gave me 10 francs to go to a brothel. But first, in my agitation, I broke a chamber pot: 3 francs; then, still agitated, I was unable to screw. So here I am, back to square one, waiting more and more as hours pass for 10 francs to relieve myself, plus 3 francs for the pot. But I dare not ask Papa for more money so soon and so I hoped you could come to my aid in a circumstance which, as you know, is not merely exceptional but also unique. It cannot happen twice in one lifetime that a person is too flustered to screw.
I kiss you a thousand times and dare to thank you in advance.
I will be home tomorrow morning at 11am. If you are moved by my situation and can answer my prayers, I will hopefully find you with the amount. Regardless, thank you for your decision which I know will come from a place of friendship.
Marcel.
Many thanks to Letters of Note for uncovering this illuminating and — intentionally? unintentionally? — comedic piece of correspondence from literary history, and to Fabien Bonnet and Larst Onovich, to whom Letters of Note, in turn, gives credit.

http://www.openculture.com/2013/11/16-year-old-marcel-proust-at-a-brothel.html

Thursday, June 2, 2016

Marcel Proust's Letters

Yesterday I was susprised to read the news that Marcel Proust's (1871-1922)  collection of more than 120 photographs, intimate letters, handwritten books and other items were being sold at auction in Paris.

Source: https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons

Among the items was an original signed edition of Swann's Way, the first volume of Remembrance of Things Past. After Proust's death in 1922 the collection passed to his brother Robert, but now a great-great-niece is selling the items at Sotheby's auction house. There are boyhood photos of Proust and Man Ray's image of him on his deathbed. One of the photos, dated 1896, shows Proust with his secret lover Lucien Daudet. Proust's mother had ordered him to destroy all copies of it. There is also a letter from Proust to another lover, the pianist Reynaldo Hahn, whom he describes as "really the person who, besides mummy, I love most of all in the world".

The collection, put up for auction by Patricia Mante-Proust, is valued at between €520,000 (£396,000; $580,000) and €740,000.

I have told before, burn your letters -or not, they might make your family rich.