The Cookie or the Ciggie?

Marcel Proust ate a cookie one day which transported him back to his childhood and affected him so profoundly that he was compelled to write a seven-volume semi-autobiographical novel about it. Then he died. The lesson for writers is clear: lay off the sweets. Marcel Proust That’s my take on it, anyway. These are his actual words: She sent out for one of those short, plump little cakes called…