In the past decade or so, Jane Austen's Pride and Prejudice, Fyodor Dostoevsky's Crime and Punishment, Henry David Thoreau's Walden and several other literary classics, have been adapted into graphic novels. In most cases, the adapters try to extract the essence of the texts and make them accessible for new readers.
Stéphane Heuet's graphic adaptation of Swann's Way, the first volume of Marcel Proust's great Modernist novel In Search of Lost Time, is translated from the French by Arthur Goldhammer, who says in his introduction that he and Heuet have "tried to preserve the 'flavour' of Proust." He compares their book to a "un menu de dégustation, or tasting menu, (which) tries to give a full sampling of the dishes in the repertoire of a great chef." Heuet's love of Proust shines through in his inventive drawings. On the opening page, he presents one of his most successful motifs: eyes floating in the bedroom where the narrator awakes "in the middle of the night, not knowing where I was."
In the next frame, they float in a sea of memories, surrounded by landmarks from the narrator's past. This begins Part One, which includes the famous scene where a bite of tea-soaked madeleine elicits a flood of memories from childhood summers in Combray.
When the eyes reappear, they strike me as representations of both narrator and reader. Lost Time is the novel of which it can truly be said that all life is here, and Heuet's eyes are a brilliant metaphor for the way readers find themselves in it.
Heuet describes the narrator's attachment to his mother, his curiosity about their family friend Charles Swann and his mysterious wife Odette, and the narrator's formative experiences of love and literature. Heuet is alive to Proust's comedy, depicting the "heavenly shades" of the asparagus which, the narrator says, "(transform) my chamber pot into a bottle of perfume."
In Part Two, the novel loops back to tell the story of Swann's painful affair with Odette. Heuet captures the parochial scene at Madame Verdurin's salon, where the couple meet, and nails Dr Cottard's "conditional provisional smile", for my money one of the most hilarious pieces of characterisation in literature.
When Swann is captivated by a piano sonata, Heuet draws the notes swirling in the air. This image is echoed in Part Three when drawings of windswept leaves signal the passing of time and cultural change.
Heuet has fun with reveries about the places where "the 1:22 train" from Paris stops en route to the coast. For example, when the narrator says that the name "Pont Aven" makes him imagine "a flimsy cap wafted away on wings of white and pink", Heuet draws exactly that.
But his illustrations of characters don't impose themselves on your imagination the way an actor might in a film. This is true to the spirit of the novel, which creates space for readers' thoughts and reflections.
Reading Heuet is like chatting with somebody who shares your passion for Proust: you laugh, wince, and perhaps disagreetogether.
While Heuet's Swann's Way sends the initiated back to the source, will it serve newcomers as the "gentle introduction" envisaged by Goldhammer? Possibly, but the only real way to discover Proust is to get lost in his long sentences, and find your way to their meanings. It is heady, intimidating, revelatory, and needs no introduction. You can't have Proust without the boring bits. Boredom is necessary.
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