A better title might be The Books of Disquiet. Each entry in this fictional diary of one Bernardo Soares represents an attempt to create a distinct biography. The Book of Disquiet (Penguin Classics) [Fernando Pessoa, RICHARD Zenith] on *FREE* shipping on qualifying offers. The prizewinning. The Book of Disquiet: The Complete Edition [Fernando Pessoa, Jerónimo Pizarro , Margaret Jull Costa] on *FREE* shipping on qualifying offers.
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His prose so beautiful it is heartbreaking, despite his own insecurities.
The Book of Disquiet got me thinking about disquieg relationship between suffering and art. All of its roads are for going from one point to another.
The Book of Disquiet: The Complete Edition by Fernando Pessoa
Quantity of quality over quality of quantity. The Tropic of Spontaneity divides them. View all 36 comments. In others I’m just good at hiding my ineptitude, or avoid fernanddo altogether.
I am selfish, and am happy with the rare purchases I make myself. So he can experience different lives in only one existence. In these random impressions, and with no desire to be other than random, I indifferently narrate my factless autobiography, feranndo lifeless history. Pessoa bit by bit immersed himself into my own self, made me wonder and tremble with his alluring and poignant words, much above a mere understanding. Much has already been written of The Book of Disquiet is less a novel, more the diary of a sensitive and reflective outsider: Plus that’s the edition I have, so it must be the best.
Not thought, which would, I think, imply a less idiosyncratic and contradictory book. Those incomplete novels always seem to be drawing us toward meaning, toward completion, but then stop short, endlessly frustrating our desire for some kind of ending, so the fact that Kafka never managed to finish them is oddly appropriate. Richard Zenith, Carcanet Press,p.
The Book of Disquiet: The Complete Edition
When I first encountered Disquiet, I felt like laundry — the book dunked me in pristine water, then battered and wrung me and hung me out to dry in sunshine, rejuvenated. You oftentimes eat in that restaurant and whenever you do, you diquiet him on that chair facing the window, silently eating the same meal, talking to no one except nodding to the waitress and once in a while glancing at the view outside.
View all 3 comments. All in all, this book will only appeal to those readers comfortable with deep thoughts lacking a plot, and willing to persevere, but the rewards can be great.
He considered his life “an intermission with band music. Today I’m an ascetic in my religion of myself.
We are not idealistic idols to be framed and heralded in the echelons of peace. The miracle, and the sense of this should not be lost ferhando you, is that every day he still writes anyway like Van Gogh painting despite making only one sale in his lifetime. My only real concern has been my inner life. For I lived more in the real world than Pessoa confessedly did.
Yet, it’s been fashioned into a comprehensible philosophy. The gods must be thanked that it was. I love with my eyes, Not my fantasy. There is no finer encomium to the shattering melancholy and bracing affirmation of loneliness and solitude than the five hundred plus entries that make up The Book of Disquiet ; and few better pessao of existential nausea, of the desperate efforts to perceive cernando reason to continue with the painful disappointments, shadow terrors, and numbing meaninglessness of human existence.
How many Horaces I’ve been. We sleep our lives, eternal children of Destiny.
Perhaps the novel is a more perfect life and reality, which God creates through us. Mind you, Pessoa acknowledged that Soares most resembled his true self [ “me minus reason and affectivity” ], to the extent there might only have been one. Autobiographies are an inevitable type of book. But having a deep, philosophical conversation with him would be like a dream.
I’ll have to say though, this self-discovery wasn’t nearly as enjoyable as it was with Of Human Bondage or The Magic Mountain. Between myself and life there fdrnando always been panes of opaque glass, undetectable to me by sight or touch; I never actually lived life according to a plan, I was the daydream of what I wanted to be, my rernando began in my will, my goal was always the first fiction of what I never was.
In this wonderful autobiography which Pessoa called: Part intimate diary, part prose poetry, dissquiet descriptive narrative, captivatingly translated by Richard Zenith, The Book of Disquiet is one of the greatest works of the twentieth century. Nothing had forewarned me of this possibility. We are experiencing technical difficulties. I don’t care if this makes me happy or unhappy, and I don’t much care.
If he cares about human beings at all, it is only because they are useful adjuncts to his own magnificent loneliness, because they resonate as discrete elements of the poet’s imagination, much as a certain play of light on a Lisbon street may reflect one particular color of the canvas that is the poet’s consciousness.
I will not pessoaa it, perhaps. I don’t want to be precious about the definition of the word “novel”. For me, I think it created quite a beautiful experience, and part of that was because I was constantly navigating disqiuet space between my perception and what seemed to be the intended impact of the text.