Marcel Proust was a French novelist, best known for his 3000 page masterpiece À la recherche du temps perdu (Remembrance of Things Past or In Search of Lost Time), a pseudo-autobiographical novel told mostly in a stream-of-consciousness style.
Born in the first year of the Third Republic, the young Marcel, like his narrator, was a delicate child from a bourgeois family. He was active in Parisian high society during the 80s and 90s, welcomed in the most fashionable and exclusive salons of his day. However, his position there was also one of an outsider, due to his Jewishness and homosexuality. Towards the end of 1890s Proust began to withdraw more and more from society, and although he was never entirely reclusive, as is sometimes made out, he lapsed more completely into his lifelong tendency to sleep during the day and work at night. He was also plagued with severe asthma, which had troubled him intermittently since childhood, and a terror of his own death, especially in case it should come before his novel had been completed. The first volume, after some difficulty finding a publisher, came out in 1913, and Proust continued to work with an almost inhuman dedication on his masterpiece right up until his death in 1922, at the age of 51.
Today he is widely recognized as one of the greatest authors of the 20th Century, and À la recherche du temps perdu as one of the most dazzling and significant works of literature to be written in modern times.
The book is a great example of impressionism in literature; full of shades and tonalities, poema and prose, solemn bookcases and fireplaces, and a child vision to that extravagant and strange guy named Swann... Francoise the maid and a mom who doesn't look after her child due to the heavy presence of the french society's snobbish customs. On the other hand, Charles Swann, a man of high society who likes the hedonist life in meetings and receptions. Philanderer by nature, Swann is strucked by Odettte a girl who's reputation is doubtful. The passion between them drags him to the way of jelaousy and madness. Personally, as far as the book reflects Marcel Proust's vision toward life, there are some symbols of insecurity and a big emptiness toward women.