Thursday, September 1, 2011

Swann in Love, pp.303-320: the sonata, Odette, and art

Beginning with "Greatly to Mme Verdurin's surprise, he never failed them."

Swann is already starting to lose his footing with the Verdurin's group because he is too well connected (dining with the president of the Third Republic and the prince of Wales).

The Sonata in F has become the symbol of the relationship between Swann and Odette, and as that changes, so does Swann's perception of the Sonata.
"but Swann thought that he could now discern in it some disenchantment. It seemed to be aware of how vain, how hollow was the happiness to which it showed the way." (p.308)
Swann would like to hear the other movements of the piece, but Odette urges him to be happy with what he has already heard. Having already read Swann in Love before I see this as foreshadowing of the difficulties he will ultimately face: Swann wanting more from her, Odette being unwilling to give him all of herself.

Swann visits Odette at home, where she lives on a street of cookie cutter row houses, an area with connections to prostitution at least in the past. She sets the stage with perfectly placed lamps and flowers and ornaments from the far east. Everything about her is fake or duplicitous. She likes the flowers only "because they had the supreme merit of not looking like flowers," (p.312) and by continually using English and decorating her home in the fashion of the Far East she is denying her French heritage. Even her handwriting is British, which hides its hint at "an untidiness of mind and will-power" (p.314).

Swann is being untruthful with himself, too, as he tries to convince himself that Odette is more attractive than he finds her. He compares her to figures in art, which he apparently does with many people he knows. About this M says:
"perhaps, also, he had so far succumbed to the prevailing frivolity of the world of fashion that he felt the need to find in an old masterpiece some such anticipatory and rejuvenating allusion to personalities of today." (p.315)
which makes me think of earlier references to art being the stabilizer and means of preservation in architecture and the like, and here we see it possibly as the stabilizer of moral character, especially as regards Odette.

In fact, while Odette seems to drown herself in the current fashionable, Swann is doing his best to align her with the classical art of the fresco of Zipporah, even to the point of denying the artist's, Alessandro de Mariano's, popularized and fashionable name—Botticelli—which he, or our narrator, does vehemently.

Cool stuff

"and what a nuisance it had been not having one on the day of Gambetta's funeral." (Mme Verdurin, p.304)
Léon Gambetta was a statesman of the French Third Republic from 1881 until his accidental death in 1882 (at 44 years old). He was a moderate Republican and a great orator whose funeral became a well attended event. Proust treats it here as just another show.

"You shall have it int ime for the 'Danicheff' revival. I happen to be lunching with the Prefectof Police tomorrow at the Elysée...at M. Grévy's" (Swann, p.304)
I will guess that Les Danicheff refers to the play by Alexandre Dumas, first performed in 1876.

The Elysée (Palace) is the current home of the French president. It came under government usage during Napoleon's reign in 1808, then passed through many stages of political use, becoming the official residence of the French president during the third republic.
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Jules Grévy was president of the French Third Republic from 1879-1887.

Swann, regarding the Sonata: "as in those interiors by Pieter de Hooch which are deepened by the narrow frame of a half-opened door" (p.308)
Pieter de Hooch was another Dutch painter from the 17th century who focused on middle class life, like Vermeer.
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"Swann remarked Odette's resemblance to the Zipporah of that Alessandro de Mariano, to whom people more willingly give his popular surname, Botticelli" (p.314)
Zipporah is depicted in two frescoes in the Sistine Chapel: one by Perugino, and this one by Botticelli:
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