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btmcastro93's review against another edition
3.0
“… reading being the reverse of conversation, consisting as it does for each one of us in receiving the communication of another’s thought while still being on our own, that is, continuing to enjoy the intellectual sway which we have in solitude and which conversation dispels instantly, and continuing to be open to inspiration, with our minds still at work hard and fruitfully on themselves.”
rltinha's review against another edition
3.0
"Na leitura, a amizade é subitamente reduzida à sua primeira pureza. Com os livros não há amabilidade. Estes amigos, se passarmos o serão com eles, é porque realmente temos vontade disso."
davide_logbook's review against another edition
5.0
"O autor de “À la Recherche du Temps Perdu”, encara a leitura como uma peça fundamental que nos adentra na vida espiritual, sendo que esta está situada no seu limiar, i.e., induz-nos nela; não a constitui. Ora, para alcançarmos esse “estado de graça”, não pode existir unilateralidade: o caminho é feito com o livro quando, também, o leitor tem um papel ativo; quando na solidão é estabelecido, ruidosamente, um diálogo em surdina.
Proust diz-nos que “Enquanto a leitura é para nós a iniciadora cujas chaves mágicas nos abrem no fundo de nós mesmos a porta das moradas nas quais não teríamos sabido penetrar, é salutar o seu papel na nossa vida. Torna-se perigoso pelo contrário quando, em vez de nos despertar para a vida pessoal do espírito, a leitura tende a substituir-se a ela (…) como uma coisa material, depositada entre as folhas dos livros, como mel completamente preparado pelos outros e que só temos de nos dar ao trabalho de recolher (…) e de saborear em seguida passivamente num perfeito repouso de corpo e de espírito.” (p.57)"
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Proust diz-nos que “Enquanto a leitura é para nós a iniciadora cujas chaves mágicas nos abrem no fundo de nós mesmos a porta das moradas nas quais não teríamos sabido penetrar, é salutar o seu papel na nossa vida. Torna-se perigoso pelo contrário quando, em vez de nos despertar para a vida pessoal do espírito, a leitura tende a substituir-se a ela (…) como uma coisa material, depositada entre as folhas dos livros, como mel completamente preparado pelos outros e que só temos de nos dar ao trabalho de recolher (…) e de saborear em seguida passivamente num perfeito repouso de corpo e de espírito.” (p.57)"
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maliablue's review against another edition
4.0
3.5 Stars
This collection of essays was a bit of a hit or miss read for me. The two essays that actually corresponded to the title--Days of Reading 1 and 2, were wonderful, insightful, relatable and even funny at times. The parts about Ruskin and some other author whose name I cannot recall at the moment were less so... They had their profound moments as well, but most of it seemed rather nitpicky and overall not that interesting to someone who'd never, you know, actually read anything by those authors. Which I guess is more my failing than Prousts, but alas, I can only judge the book with the knowledge I have at the time of reading. Overall a worthwhile read, though in retrospect I might have skipped all the Ruskin worship and Ruskin bashing (yes, you can do both in one essay).
This collection of essays was a bit of a hit or miss read for me. The two essays that actually corresponded to the title--Days of Reading 1 and 2, were wonderful, insightful, relatable and even funny at times. The parts about Ruskin and some other author whose name I cannot recall at the moment were less so... They had their profound moments as well, but most of it seemed rather nitpicky and overall not that interesting to someone who'd never, you know, actually read anything by those authors. Which I guess is more my failing than Prousts, but alas, I can only judge the book with the knowledge I have at the time of reading. Overall a worthwhile read, though in retrospect I might have skipped all the Ruskin worship and Ruskin bashing (yes, you can do both in one essay).
hannahtosh's review against another edition
4.0
'The power of genius is to make us love a beauty we feel to be more real than ourselves, in those things which in the eyes of others are as particular and as perishable as ourselves.'
Probably a random starting point to Proust, he does beat around the bush, doesn't he?...but in the most flowing and beautiful of ways. I would catch myself daydreaming as I read, then pull myself back just as he wrote something so articulate, a feeling that I've been wanting to put into words for years.
He simultaneously makes me feel stupid, exasperated and like we would have a lot to discuss; starting his third mini-essay (Days of Reading (II)) with: 'You have no doubt read the Memoirs of the Countess de Boigne.' No doubt...
But then, pops out something like this: 'Friendship, friendship in respect of individuals, is no doubt a frivolous thing, and reading is a form of friendship. But at least it is a sincere form, and the fact that it is directed at someone who is dead, who is not there, lends something disinterested, almost moving to it. It is a form of friendship freed moreover from all that makes other forms ugly...There is no deference either, we laugh at what Molière has to say only just so far as we find it funny; when he bores us we are not afraid to look bored, and once we have definitely had enough of him we put him back in his place as abruptly as if he had neither genius nor celebrity. The atmosphere of this pure form of friendship is silence, which is purer than speech.'
Probably a random starting point to Proust, he does beat around the bush, doesn't he?...but in the most flowing and beautiful of ways. I would catch myself daydreaming as I read, then pull myself back just as he wrote something so articulate, a feeling that I've been wanting to put into words for years.
He simultaneously makes me feel stupid, exasperated and like we would have a lot to discuss; starting his third mini-essay (Days of Reading (II)) with: 'You have no doubt read the Memoirs of the Countess de Boigne.' No doubt...
But then, pops out something like this: 'Friendship, friendship in respect of individuals, is no doubt a frivolous thing, and reading is a form of friendship. But at least it is a sincere form, and the fact that it is directed at someone who is dead, who is not there, lends something disinterested, almost moving to it. It is a form of friendship freed moreover from all that makes other forms ugly...There is no deference either, we laugh at what Molière has to say only just so far as we find it funny; when he bores us we are not afraid to look bored, and once we have definitely had enough of him we put him back in his place as abruptly as if he had neither genius nor celebrity. The atmosphere of this pure form of friendship is silence, which is purer than speech.'
pickashelf's review against another edition
informative
fast-paced
- Plot- or character-driven? N/A
- Strong character development? N/A
- Loveable characters? N/A
- Diverse cast of characters? N/A
- Flaws of characters a main focus? N/A
3.75