I've been snarked
Following the snark COM, I went at it again.
SLEEPING WITH MARCEL
CC Levin could win the Monty Python “Summarize Proust in Fifteen Seconds in a Swimsuit Contest” if she wanted to. Not for the swimsuit part—she’s too damn skinny. But she’s figured out a major clue to Marcel Proust’s 3000 page novel and what’s a girl to do with that? She sure has enough problems in her own life to figure out—a mother who collects pictures of dead children, a Bordeaux-freak of a husband more attracted to the legs on a wine glass than her own, and a fertile imagination which conjures up Marcel Proust in her bed, lamenting his fate as a has-been. Solution? CC flees to Paris for the retrospective exhibit of Proust’s work, where she meets a Frenchwoman who possesses some kiss and tell journals written by Proust’s lover, Reynaldo Hahn. Suddenly it’s all too much to summarize in fifteen eons. Seduction and betrayal, Sodom and Gomorrah, secrets and signs—all In Remembrance of Things Past. Forget je ne sais quoi’s and voulez-vous coucher’s. All CC wants to do is find her way back home to her roots… maybe Faulkner and a bottle of Johnny Walker Red.
SLEEPING WITH MARCEL
CC Levin could win the Monty Python “Summarize Proust in Fifteen Seconds in a Swimsuit Contest” if she wanted to. Not for the swimsuit part—she’s too damn skinny. But she’s figured out a major clue to Marcel Proust’s 3000 page novel and what’s a girl to do with that? She sure has enough problems in her own life to figure out—a mother who collects pictures of dead children, a Bordeaux-freak of a husband more attracted to the legs on a wine glass than her own, and a fertile imagination which conjures up Marcel Proust in her bed, lamenting his fate as a has-been. Solution? CC flees to Paris for the retrospective exhibit of Proust’s work, where she meets a Frenchwoman who possesses some kiss and tell journals written by Proust’s lover, Reynaldo Hahn. Suddenly it’s all too much to summarize in fifteen eons. Seduction and betrayal, Sodom and Gomorrah, secrets and signs—all In Remembrance of Things Past. Forget je ne sais quoi’s and voulez-vous coucher’s. All CC wants to do is find her way back home to her roots… maybe Faulkner and a bottle of Johnny Walker Red.
posted by lori at 8:33 AM
0 comments
