I've nearly completed reading the 4,347 pages that make up the Modern Library edition of In Search of Lost Time (tr. Moncrieff, Kilmartin), and I've noticed that despite the relatively frequent name dropping, this novel hasn't been given the discussion it deserves. All talk of the novel that I've encountered on these forums tends to be more concerned with its length (which is obviously considerable) and the long, convoluted style of its prose, than with any mention of specific characters, scenes, or even examples of the prose. Well, here's your chance.
I'll start it off. The novel itself is indeed long, featuring a very slow moving plot which consists mainly of the narrator's passage from childhood to middle age, his disillusionment with variously the aristocracy, friendship and love, and, ultimately, his decision to become a writer, specifically to write the novel you are reading. It features a rather large cast of characters of varying degrees of importance, nearly half of them homosexual, and all them (with the exception of perhaps 2) on extremely shaky moral ground. With the exception of Marcel's grandmother, all the other characters of the novel have some severe deficiencies at at least some point in their lives, and it is Proust's method (and one of the reasons the book is so spread out) to develop a character from one perspective for some 600 pages, and then to show her in a completely different light in the next thousand. Over the course of the novel, characters come in and drop out of focus, are married, age, fall from grace, and die. It is death, and as important, the eroding effects of time that are the purpose of the novel. Only the work of art will outlive the author (the reason why more people know who Marcel Proust is than Alfred Dreyfus), and only the work of art can show a human/character in their myriad faces.
Aside from its difficulties - each volume is intricately connected the others and cannot be read with any comprehension without reading the previous volumes; the novel's sentences are built up like the novel itself, featuring an expanding layer of subclauses and digressions until the reader begins to lose track of what the verb or initial subject of the sentence was; one sentence (on the subject of the plight of the homosexual in society) is 942 words - this is easily one of the greatest novels of the 20th century.
The work it reminds me of most, strangely enough, is the Divine Comedy. The two works feature a narrator's blossoming understanding of the universe, a descent to the lowest levels and an ascent to the highest, a large group of brilliantly characterized figures, and the rare and symbolic mention of the narrator/author's name (Dante's mentioned once, and Proust's 3 times). Both works have compared to cathedrals, using a variety of metaphors and narrative strategies over a long stretch of writing to develop a more nuanced meaning.
I could go on quite a bit, but this is not a thesis. Has anyone else read this novel or is interested in reading it?