The fact that is all arranged into these little pieces—it feels so Proustian to me.
She equated what she felt for God with a Proustian desire, which she agreed was “the highest point of existence.”
Tiny details from an image, features that would hardly have been noticed at the time, can spark memories in a Proustian rush.
So what would be the Proustian madeleine that would bring back his youthful self, Judt asks?
So one of my earliest film-going memories became a happy Proustian memory of food, film, and trains.
Twenty years ago, in his beautiful, Proustian memoir, Self-Consciousness, however, he tried to peer forward into the darkness.
For the record, I have tasted and enjoyed Doritos Locos Tacos, possibly due to Proustian effects.