À la recherche du temps perdu
À la recherche du temps perdu [ In Search of Lost Time or Remembrance of Things Past ] One day, according to legend, 38-year-old Marcel Proust (1871-1922) had a taste of a small French cake, a madeleine to be precise, which miraculously conjured up vivid memories of his childhood and all sorts of other stuff lurking in his subconscious. He started writing them down and never stopped until his death—the results being seven published volumes totaling around 3,200 pages in French and 4,300 pages in English translation. The expression “Madeleine de Proust” entered the French lexicon to signify anything (smells, sounds, tastes, sensations) that evokes childhood memories. Despite having served as a young missionary in the France-Belgium Mission (1972-1974), I had never even heard of a madeleine, let alone tasted one, so when Delys and I were called to the France-Paris Mission, I decided we should have a taste of one at the first opportunity. Accordingly, “madeleine” was t...