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3.37 AVERAGE
3.37 AVERAGE
reflective
relaxing
fast-paced
Plot or Character Driven:
Character
Strong character development:
N/A
Loveable characters:
N/A
Diverse cast of characters:
No
Flaws of characters a main focus:
Complicated
The beginning and the end portions of the book were perfect which is weird consodering I don't really like the way Breton writes and expresses himself, but here his thoughts feep poignant and complex that i found myself reading this twice and pondering over them even more. The middle telling the story of his meeting woth Nadja was less enjoyable in oarts but it was also interesting and had this vibe that is hardto explain. There's certainly a draw with this book that is hard to put into words but i do recommend if you can read books with no clear plot.
Las ultimas 10 páginas son de lo mejor que he leído en mi vida.
Literally just the psychotic ramblings of a French man
challenging
emotional
inspiring
mysterious
reflective
fast-paced
Plot or Character Driven:
Character
Strong character development:
Complicated
Loveable characters:
Yes
Diverse cast of characters:
No
Flaws of characters a main focus:
Yes
“Expecting a mere novelistic disguise, Nadja was shocked to find that she had already undergone a far more drastic transformation: from woman to symbol.”
minu takeaways include, et breton vihkab töötegemist, intellektuaalset tsensuuri, psyhhiaatriat ja vanglaid ja triviaalsust, ja armastab juhust, irvakil uksi ja ilusaid sõnajalavärvi silmi. there can be no disappointment in love, but life in its continuity is the locus of every disappointment
kokkuvõte: syrrealism on lahe isegi kui koigest aru ei saa (samamoodi nagu ilu) ja i stand with nadja
minu takeaways include, et breton vihkab töötegemist, intellektuaalset tsensuuri, psyhhiaatriat ja vanglaid ja triviaalsust, ja armastab juhust, irvakil uksi ja ilusaid sõnajalavärvi silmi. there can be no disappointment in love, but life in its continuity is the locus of every disappointment
kokkuvõte: syrrealism on lahe isegi kui koigest aru ei saa (samamoodi nagu ilu) ja i stand with nadja
Not sure how to review this. It's a book which is less about story and more about ideas. But it does have a story of some fragile state, one which is broadly understood to be a man meeting a woman (Nadja) and developing a relationship with her before she succumbs to mental illness. There are themes regarding art and beauty and pictures throughout the book, their intention (I suppose) being to reiterate the grounded reality of such an ethereal narrative.
Really, it's the writing that's fascinating. It's like being trapped in a dream where the words are light as a feather and have no tangible quality. It would be tempting to describe it as stream-of-consciousness but it goes beyond that (and certainly beyond my interpretation of that writing style). Here, the writing is at once academic and yet matter-of-fact, poetic but simple. Again, it's hard to describe what I mean but all I can say is that while I was reading it, I felt like I was slightly intoxicated, swirling around in the surrealist ideas of Breton, his gentle touch, but never wandering too far from reality itself (or a comforting version of it).
It reminded me a little of Tropisms by Sarraute in the sense that you can't entirely pin it down. It's always vague and obscure but always very readable. I really can't clarify more effectively than that other than to say, I enjoyed it. Plus any book that starts with the words 'Who am I?' has to be worth reading if you ask me.
Really, it's the writing that's fascinating. It's like being trapped in a dream where the words are light as a feather and have no tangible quality. It would be tempting to describe it as stream-of-consciousness but it goes beyond that (and certainly beyond my interpretation of that writing style). Here, the writing is at once academic and yet matter-of-fact, poetic but simple. Again, it's hard to describe what I mean but all I can say is that while I was reading it, I felt like I was slightly intoxicated, swirling around in the surrealist ideas of Breton, his gentle touch, but never wandering too far from reality itself (or a comforting version of it).
It reminded me a little of Tropisms by Sarraute in the sense that you can't entirely pin it down. It's always vague and obscure but always very readable. I really can't clarify more effectively than that other than to say, I enjoyed it. Plus any book that starts with the words 'Who am I?' has to be worth reading if you ask me.
3.5
Honestly disappointed by this. Was expecting a sumptuous surrealist feast, and instead somehow for me the book passed quickly and flatly. I liked the philosophical tangents and could have done with a bit more on the famous quote about beauty at the end.
The actual story felt insubstantial in its details, and did not compel me. And I am not one to expect coherent plot in a book! But somehow this fell short in both dimensions (content and form).
This review seems quite harsh, and my rating less so; I did get something out of this book and I’m glad I read it. I must say that the many images (included in the original edition) are exquisite! Very fun. Paradoxically I do want to try another Breton book: perhaps Mad Love.
Honestly disappointed by this. Was expecting a sumptuous surrealist feast, and instead somehow for me the book passed quickly and flatly. I liked the philosophical tangents and could have done with a bit more on the famous quote about beauty at the end.
The actual story felt insubstantial in its details, and did not compel me. And I am not one to expect coherent plot in a book! But somehow this fell short in both dimensions (content and form).
This review seems quite harsh, and my rating less so; I did get something out of this book and I’m glad I read it. I must say that the many images (included in the original edition) are exquisite! Very fun. Paradoxically I do want to try another Breton book: perhaps Mad Love.
I still have no idea why I marked this as to read, where I heard of it, and how it survived multiple TBR purges. Surrealism is not for me!
Just not for me, didn't like the style, didn't like what was said. I just don't see the point.