“Proust was a butterfly, before being a chrysalis. Then he slowly wrapped himself in his cocoon and disappeared, leaving behind the long strands of his writing. Those who knew him were deceived by his worldly completeness. For his part, in order to write about it, he had to slowly unlearn what he had learned so perfectly, moving away from it and curling up on himself, until it disappeared… ”. In these few lines from the book “Marcel Proust” (Bompiani, 2022, pp. 272, also e-book) Giuseppe Scaraffia helps us to glimpse the essence of one of the literary geniuses of the early twentieth century. A complex essence, elusive, large and fragile at the same time and that Scaraffia investigates with the passion and wisdom of those who have dedicated most of their studies to the Proustian work par excellence, the Recherche. The result is an essay that draws a portrait of the French author capable of breaking many categories of genre. Not simply a biography, nor a text of pure literary invention, but a book that goes beyond all boundaries, becoming itself a research.
We ask Giuseppe Scaraffia, professor of French literature at Sapienza in Rome, to explain what he means when he says that “Proust was a butterfly, before being a chrysalis”?
“For a long time Proust deluded himself or tried to delude himself that he could live like the others. Just think of the episode in which, in adolescence, Marcel, to make himself beautiful in front of a friend, did not hesitate to ask a beautiful flower girl to go to bed with him. Obviously with no result. Then he tried to join the group of aristocrats, of those who, by birth, felt superior to others like him for his genius, confusedly felt as a presence yet to be demonstrated. It was the disease that snatched him from this disappointing effort, locking him in his room and delivering him to the work he was waiting impatiently ".












