I am sorry to say that I gave up on Proust. I have wanted to read him for so long but I was just not enjoying it enough. I try to abide by the 50-page rule, and I gave Swann's Way 90 pages because it's so large, but it was just too much work for too little in return. Perhaps I will try again when I am older or have more time on my hands (retirement?).

To move along to another My Year of Reading Dangerously title, I started the Decameron by Boccaccio. I am pretty excited about this one because I love reading works from countries where my family has come from. So far, the narrator has given a backdrop of how the plague is sweeping Italy and has all but wiped out Florence. This set the stage for the fact that seven ladies and three gentlemen who met in the church of Santa Maria Novella left the city for their own safety. They are passing the time at a nearby palace (how convenient) and so they tell each other stories each day. I have visited both Florence and the church, which makes the work resonate even more with me.

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You have at least tried to read Proust. It's a hurdle I've yet to mount. (Is that a mixed metaphor?) Anyway, I haven't tried him yet. Now the Decameron is another matter. I do hope you enjoy it.
No, I haven't tried Proust, either, and like Table Talk mean to one day. I really like the concept of that Fables book. I think I'll keep a look-out for that one.
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