Reading Proust again! We are in The Cities of the Plain, and the narrator and Albertine are hanging out at the seashore, at first before the high season, and now during high season. The Verdurins have rented a house along the coast with a fab view of the ocean. A train is taking "The Little Clan" to the Verdurin's Wednesday dinner party.
I have to confess in all my Proust readings I do not recall the Verdurins renting a summer house in the Balbec neighborhood. I'm really enjoying this part of the book, now that YET ANOTHER endless reception has come and gone. The Guermantes have become bores. I'm sure the Verdurin's party will be much more interesting. Mme. Verdurin is a real piece of work, a wonderful character, which is to say a character that is not very nice. The milk of human kindness does not run in her veins. I am hoping for some conflict and some fireworks and maybe someone will be expelled from The Little Clan.
It was a long slow slog through The Guermante's Way to this point. Albertine flirted like crazy with St. Loup. I couldn't have liked it more.
The Other Odette, licking her chops at the thought of scandal, disgrace and some more hanky-panky.