Ie as a comment that Proust is uncritically, seems to me too fast, and this volume is far from perfect, but it is characteristic of these ambitious works sometimes err by excess or by boredom, because it is unlikely that all the topics dealt with by the author or please us or are presented with the same gusto. The artichoke heart narrator brings me such pretty nerves. But there is much more in Proust, and even when we annoyed, he does it with panache. I have no doubt a preference for the second part, and the arrival at Balbec is the opportunity of pages of dazzling beauty. Finally, and this is a true joy, we see back stage full of characters that we find later in the other volumes.
