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2.61 AVERAGE
2.61 AVERAGE
slow-paced
Plot or Character Driven:
Character
Strong character development:
No
Loveable characters:
No
Diverse cast of characters:
No
Flaws of characters a main focus:
Yes
Un texto el cual leí en conjunto a un grupo de lectura hace unos buenos años atrás, me originó un gran asombro lo escrito allí, pero más asombro unido a esta lectura, fue la película Salò o le 120 giornate di Sodoma una película de 1975 del poeta, ensayista, escritor y director de cine italiano Pier Paolo Pasolini, basada en dicho libro, fue toda una explosión ver a donde puede llegar la depravada imaginación de un hombre, donde se mezclan todas las aberraciones, donde tus sentidos, si es que te queda alguno, te hace cuestionar, y eso es el hombre, ese ser revestido de dos caras. Un escrito muy pornográfico, pero más allá de pornográfica, muy sádico, claro palabra en su honor. En Los 120 días de Sodoma, cuatro libertinos se involucran en las peores orgías con cuarenta y dos víctimas sometidas. Compuesto en cuatro partes - las pasiones simple, doble, criminal y asesina - la historia está incompleta. Solo la primera parte está completa, las demás son solo planos detallados
Encarcelado en varias ocasiones, el escritor Donatien Alphonse François de Sade acumula más de 26 años de prisión. Durante su estancia en la Bastilla en 1785, se propuso volver a copiar con letra minúscula, Los 120 días de Sodoma o la escuela del libertinaje en 33 páginas a doble cara que reunidas de punta a punta formarán un rollo de 11,2 cm x 12 metros de largo. El texto se guardará en un estuche de cuero que mantendrá escondido entre las piedras de su celda. Pero el 3 y 4 de julio de 1789, la Revolución estaba en marcha. Fue trasladado a Charenton sin haber podido llevarse su precioso manuscrito. Luego piensa que definitivamente está perdido. Arnoux de Saint-Maximin lo encontró y lo cobró con la familia del marqués de Villeneuve-Trans, pariente de los Sades que lo conservó durante tres generaciones. Se venderá a finales del siglo XIX a Iwan Bloch, un psiquiatra de Berlín que publicará una primera versión de la novela con el nombre de Eugène Duhren. La familia de Noailles volverá a comprar el manuscrito y Maurice Heine (1931-1935) publicará una edición limitada en suscripción. En 1948, Jean-Jacques Pauvert se embarcó en una publicación clandestina de Ciento veinte días ... seguida en 1952 por un proyecto para comercializar las obras completas del Marqués, pero la censura lo alcanzó en 1956 ...
Es un libro para leer una sola vez, así como ver la película, pues al leerlo por primera vez queda tan marcado, que te es común recordar episodios, aborrece las obscenidades cometidas por estos cuatros libertinos: el Presidente, el Duque, el Obispo y el Magistrado, de clase social alta que con mucho dinero y poder, en el Chateau de Silling llevan a cabo toda clase de perversiones. Un libro que transita lo atractivo y repugnante a la vez por sus implacables métodos rituales que se llevan a cabo en la escuela de libertinaje, que incluye la sodomización o los crímenes en medio de un acto sexual. Deciden reunir a los 8 chicos más apuestos de Francia y a las ocho chicas más hermosas; también a ocho de los hombres mejor “dotados”, a cuatro “viejas” que servirán para diferentes tareas, a las cuatro esposas de los libertinos y a cuatro prostitutas que se encargarán de contar historias a lo largo de un mes cada una.
Más allá del buen estomago que hay que tener, no olvidemos el trasfondo del texto, y también de la película, qué vino a representar sus personajes en la sociedad de aquel entonces, una introspección de la condición humana sobre nuestro actual frente a una situación así.
Encarcelado en varias ocasiones, el escritor Donatien Alphonse François de Sade acumula más de 26 años de prisión. Durante su estancia en la Bastilla en 1785, se propuso volver a copiar con letra minúscula, Los 120 días de Sodoma o la escuela del libertinaje en 33 páginas a doble cara que reunidas de punta a punta formarán un rollo de 11,2 cm x 12 metros de largo. El texto se guardará en un estuche de cuero que mantendrá escondido entre las piedras de su celda. Pero el 3 y 4 de julio de 1789, la Revolución estaba en marcha. Fue trasladado a Charenton sin haber podido llevarse su precioso manuscrito. Luego piensa que definitivamente está perdido. Arnoux de Saint-Maximin lo encontró y lo cobró con la familia del marqués de Villeneuve-Trans, pariente de los Sades que lo conservó durante tres generaciones. Se venderá a finales del siglo XIX a Iwan Bloch, un psiquiatra de Berlín que publicará una primera versión de la novela con el nombre de Eugène Duhren. La familia de Noailles volverá a comprar el manuscrito y Maurice Heine (1931-1935) publicará una edición limitada en suscripción. En 1948, Jean-Jacques Pauvert se embarcó en una publicación clandestina de Ciento veinte días ... seguida en 1952 por un proyecto para comercializar las obras completas del Marqués, pero la censura lo alcanzó en 1956 ...
Es un libro para leer una sola vez, así como ver la película, pues al leerlo por primera vez queda tan marcado, que te es común recordar episodios, aborrece las obscenidades cometidas por estos cuatros libertinos: el Presidente, el Duque, el Obispo y el Magistrado, de clase social alta que con mucho dinero y poder, en el Chateau de Silling llevan a cabo toda clase de perversiones. Un libro que transita lo atractivo y repugnante a la vez por sus implacables métodos rituales que se llevan a cabo en la escuela de libertinaje, que incluye la sodomización o los crímenes en medio de un acto sexual. Deciden reunir a los 8 chicos más apuestos de Francia y a las ocho chicas más hermosas; también a ocho de los hombres mejor “dotados”, a cuatro “viejas” que servirán para diferentes tareas, a las cuatro esposas de los libertinos y a cuatro prostitutas que se encargarán de contar historias a lo largo de un mes cada una.
Más allá del buen estomago que hay que tener, no olvidemos el trasfondo del texto, y también de la película, qué vino a representar sus personajes en la sociedad de aquel entonces, una introspección de la condición humana sobre nuestro actual frente a una situación así.
dark
challenging
dark
sad
tense
slow-paced
Culturally significant. I don't regret reading it, but would not recommend to read for joy
DNF'd @ 50%
I admit defeat. Not because it is too scandalous "oh my"! But because it is too boring!
It is senseless. Indulgence for shock value, except not very shocking. If someone is throttling you for several hours, it loses its oomph after about twenty seconds.
The debauchery is masked between utter minutiae. Lists of meals, of arseholes, of timetables, physical descriptions. It is less a novel and more the ramblings of someone attempting to think of all the horrible things he can imagine. It's monotonous and plain boring. I thought for a book of such a disgusting nature, surely it would be captivating, even in a horrifying way. But it's like listening to a methodical street freak. This book relies on shock value but torture repeated is not very shocking, interesting or captivating. Who cares? People are sexual weirdos. Whoopy freaking do. How tantalising? *gasp* *blergh* Give me plot you sick freak.
I admit defeat. Not because it is too scandalous "oh my"! But because it is too boring!
It is senseless. Indulgence for shock value, except not very shocking. If someone is throttling you for several hours, it loses its oomph after about twenty seconds.
The debauchery is masked between utter minutiae. Lists of meals, of arseholes, of timetables, physical descriptions. It is less a novel and more the ramblings of someone attempting to think of all the horrible things he can imagine. It's monotonous and plain boring. I thought for a book of such a disgusting nature, surely it would be captivating, even in a horrifying way. But it's like listening to a methodical street freak. This book relies on shock value but torture repeated is not very shocking, interesting or captivating. Who cares? People are sexual weirdos. Whoopy freaking do. How tantalising? *gasp* *blergh* Give me plot you sick freak.
The good news is, I'll never have to read this again. The other good news is that I'll be ever after able to see what bland, low-balling pikes the creators of things like "The Human Centipede" are.
The general idea: four rich dudes barricade themselves up in a castle with a bunch of sex slaves and other servants for 120 days. While a bunch of corrupt old women tell stories about the worst things they've every experienced/witnessed a la Arabian Nights, the four rich dudes abuse, rape, and murder their way through the staff.
Month 1: Non-penetrating acts.
Month 2: Penetrating acts.
Month 3: Minor (non-murder!) criminal acts.
Month 4: Murder.
In the end, the four guys walk out just fine, bringing with them 12 other survivors. Tra la, the happiest of all endings. I may need to mention that at least 16 of the original victims are 12 and under.
Only the first 1/4 of the book has actually been written out. The author was locked up in the Bastille on a lettre of cachet, or basically just "the king's say-so" on the request of his mom, on the basis that if the public found out just who de Sade had raped his way through at that point, it would damage the public trust. De Sade was released during the Revolution, and promptly sucked up to them for the rest of his life, which in no way kept him from raping exactly as much as he pleased. However, he had hidden the manuscript for 120 Days in the Bastille at the time it fell, and he despaired for the rest of his life that it had been destroyed. It was only discovered later--in an unfinished state. The other 3/4 of the "days" are just notes.
This book is torture porn written by a serial rapist.
And it gets repetitive and dull, which is possibly even worse once you think about it.
The general idea: four rich dudes barricade themselves up in a castle with a bunch of sex slaves and other servants for 120 days. While a bunch of corrupt old women tell stories about the worst things they've every experienced/witnessed a la Arabian Nights, the four rich dudes abuse, rape, and murder their way through the staff.
Month 1: Non-penetrating acts.
Month 2: Penetrating acts.
Month 3: Minor (non-murder!) criminal acts.
Month 4: Murder.
In the end, the four guys walk out just fine, bringing with them 12 other survivors. Tra la, the happiest of all endings. I may need to mention that at least 16 of the original victims are 12 and under.
Only the first 1/4 of the book has actually been written out. The author was locked up in the Bastille on a lettre of cachet, or basically just "the king's say-so" on the request of his mom, on the basis that if the public found out just who de Sade had raped his way through at that point, it would damage the public trust. De Sade was released during the Revolution, and promptly sucked up to them for the rest of his life, which in no way kept him from raping exactly as much as he pleased. However, he had hidden the manuscript for 120 Days in the Bastille at the time it fell, and he despaired for the rest of his life that it had been destroyed. It was only discovered later--in an unfinished state. The other 3/4 of the "days" are just notes.
This book is torture porn written by a serial rapist.
And it gets repetitive and dull, which is possibly even worse once you think about it.
This book was not made for rating. It is as disturbing as other reviewers have written, but its disturbances are made banal by their repetitiveness, which appears to be the point: to libertines, the extreme suffering of others is commonplace.
I read this book as a societal commentary, not only of de Sade's period. When someone is removed by class and morality from others, that person can act in terrible ways. They can view and treat people however they want and they will not suffer the consequences. Perhaps because I've been reading articles about Dartmouth fraternity hazing, where undergraduate boys allegedly forced each other to binge drink, vomit, urinate, and wallow in these fluids, and about secret service agents arguing with prostitutes about their charges, or perhaps because I've worked in the service industry, now work in a library that serves very wealthy undergraduates, am married to a waiter, and have seen how people who consider themselves better and removed from others poorly treat those who serve them, I associate the libertines in this book with the libertines of today. Different outfits, different circumstances, different behaviors, different extremes, but at heart, they're the same.
I didn't enjoy the book, bur I felt compelled to finish reading it. The message I garnered from it, despite perhaps de Sade's intentions, was very Catholic: when one engages in venial sins without cease, eventually one's transgressions become mortal sins. You start thinking of people as expendable and the next thing you know you've shot a bullet up their bum.
Should this book be banned? I don't believe in banning materials. It shouldn't be kept in a grade school library, but it belongs in an academic collection.
I read this book as a societal commentary, not only of de Sade's period. When someone is removed by class and morality from others, that person can act in terrible ways. They can view and treat people however they want and they will not suffer the consequences. Perhaps because I've been reading articles about Dartmouth fraternity hazing, where undergraduate boys allegedly forced each other to binge drink, vomit, urinate, and wallow in these fluids, and about secret service agents arguing with prostitutes about their charges, or perhaps because I've worked in the service industry, now work in a library that serves very wealthy undergraduates, am married to a waiter, and have seen how people who consider themselves better and removed from others poorly treat those who serve them, I associate the libertines in this book with the libertines of today. Different outfits, different circumstances, different behaviors, different extremes, but at heart, they're the same.
I didn't enjoy the book, bur I felt compelled to finish reading it. The message I garnered from it, despite perhaps de Sade's intentions, was very Catholic: when one engages in venial sins without cease, eventually one's transgressions become mortal sins. You start thinking of people as expendable and the next thing you know you've shot a bullet up their bum.
Should this book be banned? I don't believe in banning materials. It shouldn't be kept in a grade school library, but it belongs in an academic collection.
The ending of Salò left me wishing for brain bleach till this day, so I guess it was only fitting that I also pick up the book. But yeah, of course, this was mostly for bragging rights.
The definition of "libertinage" on the first page is pretty much a perfect TLDR. Glad that it's all uphill from here, because anything that's worse than this is already a hard pass.
The definition of "libertinage" on the first page is pretty much a perfect TLDR. Glad that it's all uphill from here, because anything that's worse than this is already a hard pass.
