Time Regained: Final Entry
Time Regained ties together all the thematic strands that had been built over the previous six volumes of the Search. Fittingly, the volume begins with a description of the combination of the two ways, shown in the marriage of Gilberte and Saint-Loup. Gilberte tells Marcel that the best way to walk to the Guermantes’ is by the Meseglise way, by Swann’s; this also illustrates the reconciliation of the two ways. Such a resolution is a little anti-climactic though, since Marcel feels the least nostalgic about his childhood and Combray in the beginning of Time Regained. Nevertheless, Time Regained seems in many ways to be a capstone of all the previous elements of the Search; it includes a bit of the famous Proustian meditations, a bit of the Guermantes-social scene, the Meseglise-affected close personal conversations, and the always beautiful description. Even more than a capstone, though, Time Regained seems like a goodbye party; the narrator and author take the time to go back through all the great times we’ve had together, pointing out this and that from our experiences, and drawing conclusions from the story. One oen hand Time Regained is the epilogue in which the narrator explains to us the meaning of the story, with all of the characters coming back and interacting in ways to form a resolution. It is no wonder that Time Regained ends with Marcel sitting in a crowded room thinking of the past; in some ways, that is all that the entire novel is.
It is in Time Regained that we finally meet the emotionally mature Marcel that is to become our beloved narrator. Startlingly, though, the older, more mature Marcel is a little different in the present then he seems in the past; his stoic attitudes seem a little stilted and extreme without the melodramatic young Marcel to balance them. Marcel’s ruminations in Time Regained are surely the best in the entire Search, rivaled only by those in the first volume. Through much of the final volume, though, Marcel seems a bit cold socially; even his interaction with Gilberte is distant. This sort of social distance reminds me quite a bit of Stephen at the end of Portrait of the Artist; perhaps a certain amount of distance from social life is required to be able to examine it within one’s work. Still, the Marcel at the end of the Search doesn’t seem quite as artistically developed as Stephen, but is perhaps more intellectually developed. While Stephen at the end of Portrait is ready to write his novel, Marcel isn’t quite, but Marcel does know the subject and theme for his novel: time. Nevertheless, Marcel becomes more and more mature throughout Time Regained, which is more than I can say for the other volumes, and by the end of the novel we can see the full evolution of the beginnings of an artist.
Another interesting aspect of the Search that is much more prevalent in Time Regained than in previous volumes is the doom of World War I. All of the Search but the first volume was written with the knowledge of the devastation of World War I; this adds another interesting element to the novel that I have not previously discussed: history. All of the cities in the Search are doomed to fall to the Germans; Proust even changed the location of the basis for Combray so it would fall during the war. This impending doom gives much of the social action throughout the novel a sense of triviality, which is particularly important in The Guermantes Way. More than that, however, is the knowledge of the presence of time to create meaning throughout the novel. For we, as the readers, can understand the importance of location and action more because we realize the context of time, both future and past; we understand the situation better than the characters themselves. Just as the true nature of the Dreyfus case is known to the reader but unknown to the characters, so do we the readers take a different view of Saint-Loup and the military men. Our historical perspective of the Search is the same perspective that Marcel has of Albertine’s friendship with Mlle Vinteuil; through the context of time we can more appreciate it than most. Therefore, while other modernist works try to remove themselves from history and time, the Search relies on this dependence, for this dependence on time is part of the theme of the book, as the last sentence notes.
In the final volume Proust also addresses most directly his concepts of time and perspective, and fully ties the two concepts together. In the volume, Marcel often looks back on the past with a kind of distance and recognizes that his memories of things past are different than those things were at the time when he experienced them. This thought doesn’t upset him, though, for he feels that his new perspective on the past is as valid as his perspective was at the time. This allowance to memory is extremely important for Marcel to lead a meaningful life; if he could not trust his memory, then he would be isolated from the past and could not change as a person or appreciate life through contrast. However, through the acceptance of memory as a link to the past allows Marcel to connect to his previous selves and previous lives, even if these selves and lives are somewhat different than he supposed at the time. This embracing memory allows Marcel to “regain time” in the last volume. Moreover, Marcel journey into becoming an artist allows him to regain time even more, for his perception on life and people can in fact transcend time and obtain still more meaning and value as the readers gain more and more different perspectives. Marcel’s thoughts on time imply a relativity of meaning based largely on time; therefore, the longer the book is read, the longer the list of meanings of the text. Those who love Proust seem to echo this thought; each time they read the novel they get something different from it. Surely much of this has to do with the epic scope of the work, but it also has to do with the nature of time that Proust describes: it changes perspective and the past; the book that the Proust reader read when he was 25 is not the same book that he reads at 50. An important point that Marcel allows, I think, is not to fight this sort of relativity of perspective and time, but to try to appreciate as much meaning as one can at the time. This allowance that Marcel makes as he stumbles on the path to the Guermantes party is as convincing an existential resolution that I have encountered in fiction, although the novel is certainly not an “existential” one.
When I first finished the Search, I felt a little empty and underwhelmed; a book that had dominated my life for around a month was over. But the more I thought about it, the more connections I began to see between different parts of the book and others, and between the book’s perspective and my life. Naturally, as I read the book I saw parts of my life in Marcel’s, just as de Botton noted. But at times during reading the novel I thought that maybe everyone got so much out of the book because they put so much into it; after all, any book with 4300 pages is going to strike a chord at one time or another. But after a couple days, I am now beginning to understand why the Search is so well respected. I see most works of literature as a sheet of connect the dots. Different parts of the text are dots, and they give the interpretive reader clues as to how to connect them to other parts of the text to create some sort of meaning. The greatness of the Search is not only that it has a million dots, but that the lines connecting them can cross thousands of pages, forming one of the most intricate pictures I’ve ever seen. I have a feeling that I will still be “connecting Proust’s dots” for quite some time, and I know that I will read the Search again, probably spreading the book out quite a bit more than this time. Nevertheless, for now I’m glad to be finished with my first reading of Marcel Proust’s In Search of Lost Time, and now to have finished my final entry on this web log.
It is in Time Regained that we finally meet the emotionally mature Marcel that is to become our beloved narrator. Startlingly, though, the older, more mature Marcel is a little different in the present then he seems in the past; his stoic attitudes seem a little stilted and extreme without the melodramatic young Marcel to balance them. Marcel’s ruminations in Time Regained are surely the best in the entire Search, rivaled only by those in the first volume. Through much of the final volume, though, Marcel seems a bit cold socially; even his interaction with Gilberte is distant. This sort of social distance reminds me quite a bit of Stephen at the end of Portrait of the Artist; perhaps a certain amount of distance from social life is required to be able to examine it within one’s work. Still, the Marcel at the end of the Search doesn’t seem quite as artistically developed as Stephen, but is perhaps more intellectually developed. While Stephen at the end of Portrait is ready to write his novel, Marcel isn’t quite, but Marcel does know the subject and theme for his novel: time. Nevertheless, Marcel becomes more and more mature throughout Time Regained, which is more than I can say for the other volumes, and by the end of the novel we can see the full evolution of the beginnings of an artist.
Another interesting aspect of the Search that is much more prevalent in Time Regained than in previous volumes is the doom of World War I. All of the Search but the first volume was written with the knowledge of the devastation of World War I; this adds another interesting element to the novel that I have not previously discussed: history. All of the cities in the Search are doomed to fall to the Germans; Proust even changed the location of the basis for Combray so it would fall during the war. This impending doom gives much of the social action throughout the novel a sense of triviality, which is particularly important in The Guermantes Way. More than that, however, is the knowledge of the presence of time to create meaning throughout the novel. For we, as the readers, can understand the importance of location and action more because we realize the context of time, both future and past; we understand the situation better than the characters themselves. Just as the true nature of the Dreyfus case is known to the reader but unknown to the characters, so do we the readers take a different view of Saint-Loup and the military men. Our historical perspective of the Search is the same perspective that Marcel has of Albertine’s friendship with Mlle Vinteuil; through the context of time we can more appreciate it than most. Therefore, while other modernist works try to remove themselves from history and time, the Search relies on this dependence, for this dependence on time is part of the theme of the book, as the last sentence notes.
In the final volume Proust also addresses most directly his concepts of time and perspective, and fully ties the two concepts together. In the volume, Marcel often looks back on the past with a kind of distance and recognizes that his memories of things past are different than those things were at the time when he experienced them. This thought doesn’t upset him, though, for he feels that his new perspective on the past is as valid as his perspective was at the time. This allowance to memory is extremely important for Marcel to lead a meaningful life; if he could not trust his memory, then he would be isolated from the past and could not change as a person or appreciate life through contrast. However, through the acceptance of memory as a link to the past allows Marcel to connect to his previous selves and previous lives, even if these selves and lives are somewhat different than he supposed at the time. This embracing memory allows Marcel to “regain time” in the last volume. Moreover, Marcel journey into becoming an artist allows him to regain time even more, for his perception on life and people can in fact transcend time and obtain still more meaning and value as the readers gain more and more different perspectives. Marcel’s thoughts on time imply a relativity of meaning based largely on time; therefore, the longer the book is read, the longer the list of meanings of the text. Those who love Proust seem to echo this thought; each time they read the novel they get something different from it. Surely much of this has to do with the epic scope of the work, but it also has to do with the nature of time that Proust describes: it changes perspective and the past; the book that the Proust reader read when he was 25 is not the same book that he reads at 50. An important point that Marcel allows, I think, is not to fight this sort of relativity of perspective and time, but to try to appreciate as much meaning as one can at the time. This allowance that Marcel makes as he stumbles on the path to the Guermantes party is as convincing an existential resolution that I have encountered in fiction, although the novel is certainly not an “existential” one.
When I first finished the Search, I felt a little empty and underwhelmed; a book that had dominated my life for around a month was over. But the more I thought about it, the more connections I began to see between different parts of the book and others, and between the book’s perspective and my life. Naturally, as I read the book I saw parts of my life in Marcel’s, just as de Botton noted. But at times during reading the novel I thought that maybe everyone got so much out of the book because they put so much into it; after all, any book with 4300 pages is going to strike a chord at one time or another. But after a couple days, I am now beginning to understand why the Search is so well respected. I see most works of literature as a sheet of connect the dots. Different parts of the text are dots, and they give the interpretive reader clues as to how to connect them to other parts of the text to create some sort of meaning. The greatness of the Search is not only that it has a million dots, but that the lines connecting them can cross thousands of pages, forming one of the most intricate pictures I’ve ever seen. I have a feeling that I will still be “connecting Proust’s dots” for quite some time, and I know that I will read the Search again, probably spreading the book out quite a bit more than this time. Nevertheless, for now I’m glad to be finished with my first reading of Marcel Proust’s In Search of Lost Time, and now to have finished my final entry on this web log.