Proust in a Cold Climate
Why should you devote precious reading time to a six-volume, 3,600-page Norwegian autobiographical novel in which (if we’re being perfectly honest) not much actually happens?
“The cobbler’s children have no shoes,” the old adage says.
The question looms: Can people who write all day long find time to chronicle the passions, obstacles, and guilty pleasures that drive and influence their work? Behold the result.