Reborn-- MADELEINE
I have been spending a long time not sleeping but thinking about the essence of the WIP, so here's my latest attempt, which I think is a pretty accurate assessment of what I'm trying to do. To tell you the truth, I'm surprised at how essential it seems. There's a part of me that feels like I've written a commercial for a car or something.
MADELEINE
Journals sealed in an estate until the year 2017, notebooks of primary materials thrown into the fire, secret codes concealed within a novel, and two women trying to make sense of it all. One from New Jersey and one from the Pyrenees, both reading and interpreting words on a page, and taking them to heart. MADELEINE, the story of memories lost and found.
And in the center of it all, Marcel Proust himself, a French Rip van Winkle come back to celebrate the centennial of his rise to fame, the publication of Swann in Love. He takes up residence in kooky grad-school dropout CC’s bed, and at her French bakery, and refuses to leave until she subjects herself to the systematic deconstruction of her own crumbled life. Which she can only complete after fleeing to France behind her husband’s back and meeting up with down-to earth Magalie, a descendant of Proust’s old lover, over tea. And over the pages of a precious journal recounting life’s creative travails, and love’s unaccountable jealousies.
We dip into the cup of tea and the memories rise unbidden. We dip into a novel and the thoughts stir up deeds and desires. MADELEINE, the story of what happens then.
MADELEINE
Journals sealed in an estate until the year 2017, notebooks of primary materials thrown into the fire, secret codes concealed within a novel, and two women trying to make sense of it all. One from New Jersey and one from the Pyrenees, both reading and interpreting words on a page, and taking them to heart. MADELEINE, the story of memories lost and found.
And in the center of it all, Marcel Proust himself, a French Rip van Winkle come back to celebrate the centennial of his rise to fame, the publication of Swann in Love. He takes up residence in kooky grad-school dropout CC’s bed, and at her French bakery, and refuses to leave until she subjects herself to the systematic deconstruction of her own crumbled life. Which she can only complete after fleeing to France behind her husband’s back and meeting up with down-to earth Magalie, a descendant of Proust’s old lover, over tea. And over the pages of a precious journal recounting life’s creative travails, and love’s unaccountable jealousies.
We dip into the cup of tea and the memories rise unbidden. We dip into a novel and the thoughts stir up deeds and desires. MADELEINE, the story of what happens then.
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