“They are suns which set as they rose, unobserved. Their death, when they die young, is heard by all their lovers at the same moment, for in Paris almost all the lovers of a well-known woman are friends. A few recollections are exchanged, and everybody’s life goes on as if the incident had never occurred,…
Plânsul lui Nietzsche By Irvin D. Yalom
De la început şi până la sfârşit, este un roman viu. Nu este uşor de citit, poate părea, aparent, dar figura iconografică a lui Nietzsche nu este niciodată uşor de digerat. Pot scrie din punctul de vedere al unei cititoare de psihologie şi psihanaliză, mă aşteptam la un roman greoi şi lipsit de slăbiciune, frică,…
“Femeia sfâşiata” – Simone de Beauvoir
I)”Vârsta discretiei” “Orice tăcere-i o şansă De fruct pârguit şi pur” – Paul Valery II)”Monolog”-ea se răzbună prin intermediul monologului – Flaubert “Nu este o chestiune de energie, mi-am spus după ce ne-am despărţit : n-aş putea trăi fără să scriu. De ce? Şi de ce m-am zbătut să fac din Philippe un intelectual, în…
“The Well Of Loneliness” by Radcliffe Hall
“The world hid its head in the sands of convention, so that by seeing nothing it might avoid Truth.” Before I started to read the novel, I read a couple of reviews upon the Stephen, the main character and the plot of the novel. I felt rather disappointed with the thorough description of an abrupt…
Virginia Woolf – Jacob’s Room
I found the whole story a shrine to Jacob Flanders, he is the real plot of the inexistent storyline. It’s like a sketch of the Great Gatsby, rather seen through the eyes of the other characters. The dialogues, the life quotes, the wishful thinking are modern, yet Jacob is not present. It’s like the story…
Carol / The Price Of Salt – Patricia Highsmith
“I feel I stand in a desert with my hands outstretched, and you are raining down upon me…” “I will comb you like music caught in the heads of all the trees in the forest…” O poveste pe cat de simpla,pe atat de complexa cu atatea momente de tandrete si iubire vadite si intense si…
DH Lawrence – “The Rainbow”
The horror of not being ourselves without the other being frightens us even now, because this abandon–the feeling of being in love for real and finally found the other part of the self- does not abolish the self, but enriches it by becoming a greater self, a complex self of two beings as one self…
Umbra lui Jung, intre realitate, constient , inconstient si vise si anima si animus
Oare e adevarat? In fiecare dintre noi sa existe o parte luminata si una intunecata, dualitatea sinelui e reala sau doar temporara ori patologica? Sinele oare poate fi corrupt in momente de slabiciune de partea intunecata, de la depresie, momente de cadere, si pana la extreme si crima? Umbra lui Jung, ca si concept exista…
“Pages for you” by Sylvia Brownrigg
Perhaps it’s not the most amazing lovestory of all times….but it has essence. Perhaps the words are not rich devourings of an old passion…but they are coming from the heart. Perhaps it’s a coming of age story that never happened….but somehow the author recalls it in her head and in her heart like it was…
Dincolo de frica
De ce ne atat de teama de noi insane? Sa avem intentia sa depasim orice…orice rau, orice bine, orice ura, orice iubire inventata, orice demon al trecutului sau prezentului…. Frica si temerile ne definesc uneori existenta, dincolo de tarie de character, de credinta si de siguranta si cunoasterea de sine. Frica te consuma, daca o…
Numele tau scris pe apa
“Ce diferit, ce ambiguu mi se pare azi trecutul acela fara tine. E o simpla poveste, o biografie care nu-mi apartine; o evoc ca si cum as evoca destinul altei persoane. In aceasta incapere intunecata unde imi petrec viata, atat de retrasa din lume de parka as fi moarta, atat de departe de tot, cum…
Papusile by Cristina Nemerovschi
Am citit aceasta marturisire deloc empatica a unei iubirii nepamantene pe nerasuflate. L-am lasat pe Coelho deoparte, caci m-a plictisit……si mi-am zis sa citesc un autor roman si mi-a “cazut” in maini….”Papusile” Cristinei Nemerovschi. “La inceput n-a fost cuvantul, Dumnezeu sau intinderea nesfarsita de ape. La inceput au fost Dora si Luna.” “La inceput, cand…
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