Faux Summer

So the rotten Spring we have had continues to follow into Summer. The good thing is that I have no desire to go outside, so I read Proust. The second volume reveals that Proust has a revolutionary vision of social discourse, which he rips the curtain back consistently exposing, in subtle cutting ways, the vicious smarmy way people ingratiate their lives into society. His foils, the Swann family, become that much more reviled and, to a modern sensibility, modern being relative to my life at this moment, all the more heroic as underdogs.