Reproduction de l'édition de 1896 avec les illustrations de Madeleine Lemaire en taille réduite par rapport à l'original in quarto. Cela aurait mérité un papier couché.
Lire le chapitre sur le sujet dans Proust l'art du repeint qui commente les illustrations et leur place et dont les reproductions rendent mieux justice à leur qualité.

Que dicir? ( )

I read somewhere that Proust is great because he's so concise, which sounds silly, considering he wrote one of the all time longest novels. But it's true- he can capture something in a sentence that would take other writers pages. And he does it here a few times, which is nice to see: he's so good at following an emotion out until it's comprehensible. On the other hand, all the bad kind of expansion shows up a lot more here than in A la recherche. I probably wouldn't have finished it if it wasn't by, you know, Proust.

But the real question this book raises: why aren't there more collections published like this? A few stories, a couple poems, some nice essays, a chapter of aphorisms. Variation's a good thing, peoples! ( )

This was Proust’s first published work, appearing when he was only 25, and it consists of stories, sketches, and thematic writings on a variety of subjects. The attitudes reflect many of the characteristics of the fin de siècle, yet Proust illumined them with the unique shafts of observation and gift of analysis that he was later to perfect in The Remembrance of Things Past. This book is a period piece of intricate delights and subtle flavors that will be relished by the author’s many admirers.