" Who knew that bisexual French shut-ins knew everything? Ok, so maybe just everything about love and jealousy and memory and thought and being a person in the world. The new Proust translation is the alpha and the omega. The Fugitive has some strangle plot parts but the phrasing, imagery, pitch-prefect tone, and oceanic depth of understanding of the thing is impossible but extant. It is humbling and uplifting to read. One wonders, as Virginia Woolfe did, what else is there to write? Quit your job, unplug all your plugs and read this book. Note: this is volume 5 of 6, so the previous 4 are required, plus this book is not in print in the US until 2018, so may be hard to find. "
— Eoin, 1/18/2014