Éric Naulleau: “Let us immerse ourselves in great literary works for time of confinement”

Unless you limit this practice by spending the time between two daydreams on a train or by taking the short interval between the new episode of your favorite series and the moment your eyes close for the night, reading requires persistence and continuity. In the past, only long vacations, illness or retirement offered the possibility of tackling certain long-term works over time, of leaving for immobile journeys where exoticism was born not from the country of destination, but from the country of origin rediscovered with great astonishment when we finally put down our book after hours spent between Earth and the Moon or between War and Peace. The confinement suffered by millions of French people offers a paradoxical chance to widen this opportunity to a wider readership, to place the greatest literature within reach of the greatest number.

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It is obviously the name of Proust, writer of voluntary confinement between four walls hung with cork, which

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