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3.89 AVERAGE
3.89 AVERAGE
Ik ga dit nog een keer lezen, zodra ik minder in beslag word genomen door de scriptie en randzaken
reflective
sad
medium-paced
heel mooi. connie palmen kan goed schrijven. ze geeft mooi haar relatie met ischa weer, ook het foute, ook de lelijkheid van die man, de ongezonde afhankelijkheid waar ze ook nauwelijks op reflecteert. vooral het "in memoriam" deel is super goed, maar de schets van de relatie zelf is ook krachtig. sterk door de imperfectie, al kan je door de schrijfkeuze, vertellen ipv. analyseren, zeggen dat het een dom boek is, denk ik juist het een rauwe kijk geeft. 9/10 - punt eraf voor de passages uit ischa's werk die mij niet wisten te boeien, hij schrijft irritant, hoe kan een heel goede schrijven als mevrouw palmen dat goedkeuren? °✓.
Ik accepteer het. Maar ik respecteer het niet.
Dit was waanzinnig mooi. Een eerbetoon op papier. Ik genoot van elke dialoog! Zoals een betrouwbare bron zou benoemen bevat dit toch wel enige intellectuele zelfhulp. Maakt het des te beter.
De liefde tussen C.P. en I.M. wordt onsterfelijk door dit boek. Wat mij overigens gemotiveerd heeft tot het lezen van elk schrijfsel dat Connie Palmen wel niet gepubliceerd heeft.
Ik ben geïntrigeerd.
Goed boek man.
Dit was waanzinnig mooi. Een eerbetoon op papier. Ik genoot van elke dialoog! Zoals een betrouwbare bron zou benoemen bevat dit toch wel enige intellectuele zelfhulp. Maakt het des te beter.
De liefde tussen C.P. en I.M. wordt onsterfelijk door dit boek. Wat mij overigens gemotiveerd heeft tot het lezen van elk schrijfsel dat Connie Palmen wel niet gepubliceerd heeft.
Ik ben geïntrigeerd.
Goed boek man.
This is one of my more troublesome reading experiences of recent times. From the first page, and then on during the first 30-40 pages, I felt constantly great waves of horror coming up: what a flat exhibitionism! How can you just throw your most intimate memories onto the street and apparently also delight in it? How unrealistic is this described relationship between these two, the real Connie Palmen - celebrated author of The Laws - and the horrific extrovert, insufferable TV polemicist Ischa Meijer?
And gradually more questions came up: what is this? A novel? No, obviously not, this is clearly intended as a witness report, a very personal testimony of Palmen herself about how special her relationship with Meijer was, and how particular and lovable he was. She describes herself and Meijer as a couple in their best and their worst moments, in their dealings with the evil outside world, on their travels through America and France, and all the time they are like one unit, undividable in all absorbing love. And then you ask yourself: is this really true?, or is Palmen playing games with us, readers?
All these questions I can not answer unequivocally. Oh yes, of course, in the mean time I read the extensive literature on this book, the sometimes very derogatory comments on the 'Circus Palmen', her narcissism and self-centeredness, and suggestions that the picture she presents of an all fulfilling relationship were completely false, and that Meijer at the same time had lots of other relationships (also with men), etc. I can not and will not pass judgment on this.
To deal with these questions and mixed feelings, I thought, “take away the background and the comments, and go to the story itself: does it touch you?" And the answer was: "yes indeed, it did touch me!" As I said, I had sometimes very negative feelings about the exhibitionism of Palmen which make the reader inevitably into a voyeur. But it also touched me positively through what she writes about her relationship, how wonderful it was, and how intense, how they constantly analyzed what they had, how long it would last, and how they could not believe their luck. And although many paragraphs contain a certain amount of arrogance (Palms confesses that according to an IQ test she belongs to the 1% most intelligent people in the world, which provokes feelings of fundamental loneliness to her, and she ascertains Meijer was the only one that could challenge and understand her), the author draws also a compelling picture of two weak, small people, with all their flaws and pettiness.
Two remarks here: I cannot help feeling that somehow she describes their mutual interdependence as so intense and absolute, that it is kind of ‘unhealthy’, and I cannot help feeling that in the end it is always Palmen, making herself subservient to an 'overpowering' Meijer, an uncomfortable feeling that I also had with the principle character in her work 'The Laws'. And secondly: please don’t see the relationship Palmen and Meijer had (at least in the way Palmen has presented it to us) as a true model of romantic love; I've noticed in the reviews, here on this site, how some people absolutely love this book because of the model caliber, but – believe me – consciously pursuing such a model of romantic love is an unavoidable recipe for failure (even if it would be really possible, then it can only ‘befall’ on you, and perhaps even only in retrospect).
Finally, this book also touched me through the smartly presented travel experiences (especially about the US), through some philosophical reflections, through the exciting and monumental figure of Meijer himself (although a bit too monumental to my taste), and through the raw way Palmen describes her grief experience (this intensity, I never read anywhere else). In short, even if you end up with mixed feelings, this book does not leave you indifferent.
And gradually more questions came up: what is this? A novel? No, obviously not, this is clearly intended as a witness report, a very personal testimony of Palmen herself about how special her relationship with Meijer was, and how particular and lovable he was. She describes herself and Meijer as a couple in their best and their worst moments, in their dealings with the evil outside world, on their travels through America and France, and all the time they are like one unit, undividable in all absorbing love. And then you ask yourself: is this really true?, or is Palmen playing games with us, readers?
All these questions I can not answer unequivocally. Oh yes, of course, in the mean time I read the extensive literature on this book, the sometimes very derogatory comments on the 'Circus Palmen', her narcissism and self-centeredness, and suggestions that the picture she presents of an all fulfilling relationship were completely false, and that Meijer at the same time had lots of other relationships (also with men), etc. I can not and will not pass judgment on this.
To deal with these questions and mixed feelings, I thought, “take away the background and the comments, and go to the story itself: does it touch you?" And the answer was: "yes indeed, it did touch me!" As I said, I had sometimes very negative feelings about the exhibitionism of Palmen which make the reader inevitably into a voyeur. But it also touched me positively through what she writes about her relationship, how wonderful it was, and how intense, how they constantly analyzed what they had, how long it would last, and how they could not believe their luck. And although many paragraphs contain a certain amount of arrogance (Palms confesses that according to an IQ test she belongs to the 1% most intelligent people in the world, which provokes feelings of fundamental loneliness to her, and she ascertains Meijer was the only one that could challenge and understand her), the author draws also a compelling picture of two weak, small people, with all their flaws and pettiness.
Two remarks here: I cannot help feeling that somehow she describes their mutual interdependence as so intense and absolute, that it is kind of ‘unhealthy’, and I cannot help feeling that in the end it is always Palmen, making herself subservient to an 'overpowering' Meijer, an uncomfortable feeling that I also had with the principle character in her work 'The Laws'. And secondly: please don’t see the relationship Palmen and Meijer had (at least in the way Palmen has presented it to us) as a true model of romantic love; I've noticed in the reviews, here on this site, how some people absolutely love this book because of the model caliber, but – believe me – consciously pursuing such a model of romantic love is an unavoidable recipe for failure (even if it would be really possible, then it can only ‘befall’ on you, and perhaps even only in retrospect).
Finally, this book also touched me through the smartly presented travel experiences (especially about the US), through some philosophical reflections, through the exciting and monumental figure of Meijer himself (although a bit too monumental to my taste), and through the raw way Palmen describes her grief experience (this intensity, I never read anywhere else). In short, even if you end up with mixed feelings, this book does not leave you indifferent.
challenging
emotional
inspiring
reflective
sad
medium-paced
Niks dan lof voor Connie Palmen en het hartverscheurende IM
Mooi. Liefde. Toen ik het uit als las ik de eerste bladzijden nog een keer.
emotional
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medium-paced
reflective
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funny
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relaxing
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