The Cambridge Introduction to Marcel Proust - Adam A. Watt [56]
For all that he claims no longer to love Albertine, revelations (or what he assumes are revelations) of this sort wreak havoc with the Narrator’s state of mind and constantly defer the possibility of his starting to write. Albertine’s proximity and his constant involvement in her life become a habit and, as he acknowledges late in the volume, ‘in love, it is easier to relinquish a feeling than to give up a habit’ (C, 406; P, 1870). The conventional sense of the term ‘love’, already a little bruised from its handling in ‘Swann in Love’, takes a battering in The Captive (at one point the Narrator achingly notes ‘here I mean by love reciprocal torture’; C, 117; P, 1684). Echoing Swann’s experience, the Narrator describes love as ‘an incurable malady’ (C, 89; P, 1666) before expanding on what he perceives as the primary obstacle to his happiness:
I realised the impossibility which love comes up against. We imagine that it has as its object a being that can be laid down in front of us, enclosed within a body. Alas, it is the extension of that being to all the points in space and time that it has occupied and will occupy. If we do not possess its contact with this or that place, this or that hour, we do not possess that being. But we cannot touch all these points. If only they were indicated to us, we might perhaps contrive to reach out to them. But we grope for them without finding them. Hence mistrust, jealousy, persecutions. We waste time on absurd clues and pass by the truth without suspecting it. (C, 106; P, 1677)
In the simplest of terms, in this final sentence Proust highlights the fallibility that defines so many of our relations. Despite recognizing the impossibility of ‘possessing’ another person, the Narrator never manages to develop his conception of love beyond these terms, which are a significant limitation to his happiness. Even once Albertine has become ‘a burdensome slave’ of whom he wishes to rid himself (C, 424; P, 1882), his inability to possess a sure knowledge of where she has been, where, even, her desirous thoughts might have taken her, prevents him from making the decisive split that would grant them both their liberty. And so the tale shuttles back and forth between the ennui of intimacy and the fear of losing the ‘fugitive being’ whose presence is the unique salve to the Narrator’s anxiety.
The only time that he experiences unalloyed happiness in Albertine’s company is when she is asleep: then all that is flighty and elusive about her is contained, her eyes closed to the world and