Now I am almost exactly halfway through the final volume. Proust is really running hard to wrap up the ideas and expressions. I don't want to spoil the book so I will only comment on themes outside of saying I was stunned by his choices, well worth the push to the end.
He, Proust, has a particular vision that involves how time affects memory and what that means for choices in life. He continues to examine the functions of memory, to a degree that leaves you wondering if in fact he is describing real events or, if in the process of creating the story, and these books are fictional literature, he had such a clear line through the story that he could tell it as a remembrance from a present tense stance. That may sound confusing, it is true that in the story, and throughout the books, he weaves the past present and future indiscriminately and thus you find yourself shifting back and forth, as you have revealed to you the thinking or actions, as if time did not exist, and you never left the room of that invalid, who watched light fade, and struggled in suffering and pain until morning.
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