I lack the talent to write a roper critic of this book - considering the ensemble of À La Recherche du Temps Perdu. I'll just say that since the first time I read it, in my early 20s, and every time I reread it - a few times by now - as soon as I reach the end I feel an urge to start reading it all over again. But then I prefer to wait a few years, and the pleasure of rediscovery is all the greatest. This was the first time I read it in French, a challenge I'm happy I took, for the original language is much more beautiful than the Portuguese translation I have. This is definitely the book I would take to that hypothetical deserted island. And who knows, maybe next time I'll be able to write better about it.
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