Du côté de chez Swann (also translated as The Way by Swann’s)
Next we join Marcel and his family on long walks out from Combray. One direction takes them “the Guermantes way,” prefiguring the rich, beautiful, addled, and perverted clan that will people the novel to come. The other direction is “Swann’s way.” For those who seek symbols in literature, Swann’s way is also the life of the mind, as opposed to the high society of the Guermantes. Or more precisely, as one biographer points out, Swann’s way is a squandering of the intellect, an error that the mature Marcel will repeat but eventually correct.
(I should note that Proust might have protested this interpretation. After all, he chided his translator for the ambiguity of the English title: better, he said, to have called it “The Way to Swann’s.” It is perhaps for this reason that one new translation, in Britain, is called The Way by Swann’s.)
On one of those walks, the boy spies a girl with red hair and promptly falls in love with her, as he is prone to do. Like Charlie Brown, he is struck dumb by the vision. Gilberte responds with a gesture that he assumes is an insult but that, as we will learn toward the end of the novel, is actually intended to seduce. She is of course Swann’s daughter.
But the big news of this first volume is the love of Charles Swann for the courtesan Odette de Crécy, a story that takes place before Marcel’s birth. This section — a novel in itself, which indeed has been filmed as Swann in Love — is best summarized in Swann’s closing words: “To think that I wasted years of my life, that I wanted to die, that I felt my deepest love, for a woman who did not appeal to me, who was not my type!” Again, this error of Swann’s will be repeated by both Marcels, the actual Proust and his fictional protagonist. But note that Swann’s renunciation doesn’t stop him from marrying Odette! This he evidently does in order that their daughter may be introduced to the Duchesse de Guermantes, a sweet but rather loopy motive.
Flash forward to Paris, where Young Marcel (my guess is that he is now 14) meets the redhaired Gilberte Swann in the Jardin des Champs Élysées and realizes his love, after a fashion, scuffling with her over possession of a letter. When I read the book long ago in tandem with my friend the lawyer, his jaw dropped when he got to this passage. “That happened to me!” he confided. (Not in the Jardin, one presumes.) Behold the genius of Proust: long before this American’s birth, he wrote about an experience that Carleton had thought unique to himself, wrestling with a friend to the point of orgasm.
Like so many British youngsters of his era and class, Scott Moncrieff’s sexual experience had been limited to other boys, and he was by now confirmed in his preference for men. Convalescing from war wounds, he met and fell in love with another poet and wounded warrior, Wilfred Owen. This was a double tragedy for the Scotsman, because Owen didn’t return his love and, worse, was killed in France soon after. It was the perfect, though perfectly awful, experience for the man who would become the English-language translator of À la recherche du temps perdu.
In 1919, demobilized and working at the The Times of London, Scott Moncrieff discovered, read, and began to translate the revised edition of Du côté de chez Swann, the first volume of Proust’s masterpiece. The revision (which served the double purpose of re-introducing the public to Swann and of allowing Proust to weave the war into his larger story) was published that June, along with the following volume, À l'ombre de jeunes filles en fleurs. Presumably Scott Moncrieff read both books, but he still could have had no idea of what a great sprawl the novel would become, nor the many directions it would take.
This limitation
was obvious in the translated book. Scott Moncrieff chose to call it
Swann’s Way, which irritated Proust when he learned it in
September 1922. Not only did it refer (as he had intended) to the path leading past Swann’s
home near Combray, but it also suggested that the novel might be about
Swann’s way of life, or his personal manner. (As it happens, I like
that ambiguity, and so do many students of the book.) A happier idea,
Proust thought, would have been to call the book “The Way to
Swann’s.”
But that disappointment was a minor one, compared to his upset at the
overall title. His novel had become the Shakespearian
Remembrance of Things Past, from Sonnet 30. “Cela
détruit le titre!” Proust supposedly cried. (“That
destroys the title!”) His story was not about remembering the past,
but about returning to it — recapturing it — finding it again.
Indeed, that was the whole point of writing it!
Not at all chastened by Proust’s rather mild rebuke, Scott Moncrieff would continue to bowdlerize his titles: À l'ombre de jeunes filles en fleurs became Within a Budding Grove, and Sodome et Gomorrhe became The Cities of the Plain. Proust, who died in November 1922, did not live to see these later travesties. Scott Moncrieff himself died of oral cancer in Italy in 1930, before he could finish the work. As a result, the final volume was a disappointment that took many years to remedy.
Proust was famously prone to revision, virtually rewriting the galley proofs as he received them, penning his corrections in the margins and on pasted-on bits of paper. Inevitably he made mistakes; the typesetters made other mistakes; and then he died before completing work on the last three volumes, which were edited under the supervision of his brother Robert Proust. In the 1950s, therefore, after another and even Greater War, two French scholars created a corrected text, called the 1954 Pléiade edition. In 1981 this version was rendered into English by the Irish-born translator and editor Terence Kilmartin, who also ventured to tone down some of Scott Moncrieff’s prose where it “tend[ed] to the purple and the precious.” Kilmartin did not, however, tamper with S-M's titles.
An updated “Pléiade” edition was published in the 1980s, rendered into English by Dennis Joseph Enright, a poet, itinerant professor, and prolific writer of books. D.J. Enright’s version was based on Kilmartin’s — a revision of a revision! — but he did take the courageous step of changing the overall title to In Search of Lost Time. Proust would have been pleased, though the English fails to capture the secondary meaning of temps perdu as time wasted. It was published in 1992 as a Modern Library paperback.
Then, in the new century, came the Penguin Proust, the work of seven translators in three countries, published in 2002 under the now-accepted general title. In Britain, Lydia Davis went a bit further with volume one, calling it The Way by Swann’s. This too would have pleased Proust but it evidentally seemed too radical for the American publisher, who reverted to the easier Swann’s Way. The American translator and short story writer Lydia Davis did a masterful job at brushing up Scott Moncrieff’s somewhat musty, post-Victorian prose. (Her qualifications were formidable: she received a MacArthur “genius” award for her fiction and was appointed Chevalier of the Order of Arts and Letters for her translations.) The text isn’t radically different from the Modern Library edition: I’ve compared sentences here and there, and generally only a single word has been changed.
But that word is often important. Scott Moncrieff (and Messrs Kilmartin and Enright) will have Swann exclaiming something, while Davis has him saying it — and that seems to be what Proust was writing also. Then too, she strips out many the intensifiers, so that her Swann is content with his lot, rather than quite content. This too seems closer to the original. Finally, she often opts for the less elegant word, delicious instead of exquisite (see Dueling madeleines for an extended example of how translators have dealt with Proust over the years).
I did find a few typographical errors in the U.S. edition of her translation, though I don't know whether they sprang from Davis’s translation or were created in the course of rendering the British language into American. Except for one case — where O appears instead of An — they won’t cause any confusion. (I had to go back to the French to clear that one up.) Physically, the U.S. hardcover is larger and more handsome. And for the monophone reader, it has a further advantage: French literary quotations are shown in English, with the original at the back of the book.
In the British edition (now available only in paperback), those quotations remain in French, with the translation at the back. I find this a bit irritating — if I can't read Proust in the original, why does the publisher think I can read Racine? There are a few other differences: conversation is set off by dashes instead of quotation marks, the spelling is British standard, and the title is the more literal The Way by Swann’s.
And even more recently, in 2013 — the centenary of the first publication of Du côté de chez Swann — Yale University Press launched yet another refreshing of the classic Scott Montcrieff translation, this one by the Proust scholar and biographer, William Carter.
To be honest, I read this volume for pleasure, without the close comparison that I gave to Davis’s translation, or that I later gave to William Carter’s In the Shadow of Young Girls in Flower. After all, Mr Carter doesn't claim to be translating anew, but to be freshening and annotating the C.K. Scott Moncrieff version of 1922. Like Davis, and indeed like the contemporary Modern Library edition, he has also corrected errors in the French-language edition that were remedied by later scholarship. As for induced errors, I noticed only one, where Odette is speaking but the masculine pronoun is used — a confusion easily forgiven because Swann is clearly the next speaker.
I like having the annotations on the same page, though they could as easily have been placed as footnotes instead of in the outer margin, which in my opinion would have improved the layout by allowing a larger font to be used. The American hardcover of the Davis translation is much easier to read and to handle. Overall, though, the Yale Swann's Way is a considerable advance on Scott Moncrieff's, and less in thrall to him than were Kilmartin and Enright.
Now that I have made a close study of Mr Carter's rendition of In the Shadow of Young Girls in Flower and The Guermantes Way, I'm not so sure about what I wrote above. Though he claims to have only "edited and annotated" Scott Moncrieff, I find that he has done very much more than that. I'm hugely impressed! Lydia Davis has a worthy competitor here.
Caution: Yale and Mr Carter were unable to keep to the original schedule of a volume per year, and the publisher now seems to be targeting university libraries with their generous budgets and their liking for hardcovers that will withstand endless checkouts. As of this writing, Yale has released only the first three volumes in the comparatively inexpensive paperback edition, while the fourth is a hardcover at the (to me) breathtaking price of $71.32 for the hardcover and $67.75 for the ebook even with Amazon's discounts (retail is $85 for each). So I gave up. I haven't read Sodom and Gomorrah, and I don't plan to read the subsequent volumes. As for a library copy, my university offers on the ebook version, and that only to current faculty and students.
But if you've never tasted the glories of the Scott Moncrieff translation, or if you'd like to embark for a second or third time on la recherche, then by all means go for William Carter's wonderful reworking of it. It's also a must-have for those of us who collect things Proustian. The book is available only as a large-format paperback.
You won't go far wrong, either, with the Modern Library paperback, also available as a Kindle ebook. To me, it seems a bit — what shall I say? — dutiful, too much in thrall to the original translation, by technicians rather than a gifted writer like Lydia Davis or ardent Proust-lover like William Carter. It is however cheaper than the Yale University Press edition, and it can be had as part of the whole novel, either as a $63 paperback boxed set or a $50 Kindle omnibus at the US Amazon store. (Trust me: if you finish Swann's Way, you'll want to finish The Search. What better way to ensure that you do?)
Warning: don't rely on Amazon's internal links or its Reader Reviews, because the store can't seem to distinguish between the Modern Library, Penguin, and Yale editions, and then confuses them with public domain rip-offs of the old Scott Moncrieff translations.
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