The pages in Proust's long novel describing a first-ever telephone call are often admired for their rare sensitivity to the experience of a new technology. It has no equivalent in any contemporary fiction I know when it comes to an account of a first email read, or first social networking profile posted. Even so, it can't tell us much about what we may really wish to know about technology: never mind losing your virginity what is it like to live with someone?
New-york
United-states
Japan
United-kingdom
Switzerland
South-carolina
Americans
America
American
British
Swiss
Cary-grant