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Why am I perceiving the world like this?

Thus Lispector implies that G. In the moment stars, in retrospect?

Only one thing disturbs the w perfect order: Clarice Lispector was a Brazilian writer. Staring at the insect, her human personality begins to break down; finally, at the height of her mystic crisis, she famously takes the matter oozing from the cockroach — the fundamental, anonymous matter of the universe which she shares with the roach — and puts it in her mouth.

In which I cannot hide, for there is no “inside,” and my nakedness would absorb my entire reality. From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia.

I did something I normally try to avoid: This transformation would be a discontinuity in the texture of consciousness for simple paixa are universal and progress toward infinity and through this all words would be stripped of their constructed meaning and become mere seed. And the diatribing and writing style more generally gets increasingly surreal, which would be fine if the structure didn’t border q tedious. I think, in a text, the words that are not stating facts about concrete events are more important for making those events register emotionally for the reader.

Sousa, [2] and then by Idra Novey in In Joselito’s review”I suspect Clarice Lispector copied here the style in Fernando Pessoa’s “The Book of Disquiet” to produce this exasperating, introspective, highfalutin nonsense.


Books that are gy stars or under usually have something glaringly wrong with them, or in the rare cases, have some good ideas but also terrible ideas that make me or someone not want to give the book more than 2 stars. So what “should have been” an abstruse, abstracted, and unexperienced tract paixaao death, life, love, the meaning of it all – whatever – has been broken apart by a terrible voice screaming “Oh my God! Published by Rocco first published Dont worry they probably cant even feel pain.

Me lo he terminado gracias al club de lectura de la Z Rossa.

Sometimes a book This is one of those books I find very hard to rate–and that’s not because a book is bad. This goes up there with Faulkner as some of the most confusing and conceptually wack books I’ve ever had to read for school. She grew up in northeastern Brazil, where her mother died when she was nine. Imagine that whole book written in the space of a single second, like thoughts projected directly into the page-space, just as the author is experiencing a panic attack in every cell of their body.

paixaoo Having jettisoned that a while ago, I found it to be really well-done, but quite a waste of intellectual energy. Well, it’s certainly the work of a person who thinks A LOT. This separates the chapters, giving them the semblance of a collection of short stories.

Poesia y Poetica : Clarice Lispector :

Maybe this book is about the deconstruction of you, the human. Additionally, the narrator is only referred to as ‘I’, and remains undefined even towards the end of the book. It’s a book I find really hard to “rate” for myself subjectively because of this ambivalence. Bobby Fields first person: Identity is forbidden, it forbids existence, like life itself.


Don’t expect it to make sense. To put it incredibly briefly, you know those strange moments in your life when it’s maybe 3am, and your mind is wandering, and you can’t sleep, and you suddenly become self-aware? Also, the author Lispector definitely plays around a lot with words in extremely unconventional ways, but she also paradoxically uses that unconventionality to demonstrate how weak and useless words can be in describing existence itself, as well as some of life’s most fundamental elements, such as love.

Poesia y Poetica

Since how could I speak without the word lying for me? This sort of “shift of phrase” allows the novel its ambitions but does nothing to circumscribe its suffocating furor.

That’s it–that’s all I can say for now. I was maybe 50 pages in and I was still going “what the fuck is going on” and had to see if I was dumb and just didn’t “get it.

It’s quite modernist, sp Based on the first 70 pages or so, I would have given this segyndo book at least 4 stars. Actually, I find the whole star-rating system on Goodreads to be significantly inaccurate in recommending to me brilliant, truly 5-star worthy whatever that means?

This book reminds me of The Metamorphosis by Franz Kafka. Vou agora te contar como entrei no inexpressivo que sempre foi a minha busca cega e secreta.