My funny madeleine….

You know about Proust and his madeleine, right? How in In Search of Lost Time the little cake, a wash of flour, butter and sugar in the mouth, brings back a whole world? That beautiful line, “The sight of the little madeleine had recalled nothing to my mind before I tasted it”? Well, who knew that hearing Rod Stewart’s Tonight\'s the Night on the car radio yesterday would be my madeleine moment?

Suddenly, there I was: on the cusp of life, ready for everything. I was sixteen again, a “virgin child” myself, and that song — that daggy, daggy, so uncool song, sang by the so uncool Rod — bought everything from those summer months flooding back.

I remember the fizz of pleasure in my veins, the great, huge, impossible hopes I had, how my friends and I spoke endlessly about the mystery of sex that was awaiting us.

How I wish I had put in a bit of Rod Stewart now in My Hundred Lovers. Aint that the great wonder and pleasure of life? A cake? A song?

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8 Responses to My funny madeleine….

  1. Sara Dowse says:

    And what about that other song, Susan? My vintage? Have I got it? Never uncool.

  2. Andy Callaway says:

    Same here, with “Maggie May”. Whenever I hear that song, I’m on the school bus again.

    • Susan says:

      Oh, yes, I LOVE that one! Kinda sad, isn’t it — he is SUCH a dag (but the songs have stood up pretty well I reckon).

  3. Tony Maniaty says:

    The Beatles ‘Hold Me Tight’ does it every time – I’m back in Redcliffe, high school girlfriend in my arms, everything ahead of me on the planet of possibilities…

    • Susan says:

      Maybe everyone has that one song? It’s amazing the Pandora’s Box that is opened when it comes to memory — smell, taste, sounds. Coconut oil, fo example — sunbaking in Emma Felton’s back garde in Richmond Avenue, St Ives, aged 14….the body’s memories….always ours, until we are perished….

  4. Emma says:

    Sweet Surrender by Tim Buckley takes me back to my first experience of share households in inner-city Sydney in the late 70s.

    • Susan says:

      Oh, yeah! I remember that so well…and then when his son came along it was so weird, to think one was old enough to be young when his daddy was around!