Last time I wrote about paella, my version of Proust’s madeleine. As it happens, madeleines are also my madeleine, thanks to a semester I spent reading Proust at Wellesley.
Modern French Literature in Translation was taught by Professor A, who regarded our inability to read À la recherche du temps perdu in French as a fatal flaw. Yet we soldiered on, re…
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