Proust

[Djwkin]

Who in here thinks Proust gets closest to capturing what it means to be human of any writer? I know the redemption through aesthetics concept can seem very wearing and like chicanery ultimately, but that aside it is the greatest book ever, no?

Is that the one about the 30-something Londonite navigating her way through the stormy waters of relationships and workplace faux pas and supported by a cast of similarly single and 'wacky' friends?

Is this another of those adverts for Minstrels?