People think they don't need to bother with Proust. They know about the madeleine, they know it's about remembering the past, they know that not much happens and they know it's 3000 pages long. People speak about getting to the end of it in the same way as they talk of climbing Everest or running the marathon - but this is all wrong. It's not hard to read and gathers you up in its momentum. It is also horribly funny, heartbreaking, beautifully observed and intelligent with a clarity that makes you feel intelligent as well. (Kirkus UK)