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4.1 AVERAGE
4.1 AVERAGE
challenging
dark
reflective
medium-paced
Plot or Character Driven:
Character
Strong character development:
No
Loveable characters:
Complicated
Diverse cast of characters:
No
Flaws of characters a main focus:
Yes
emotional
reflective
slow-paced
challenging
dark
mysterious
reflective
Plot or Character Driven:
Character
Strong character development:
Yes
Flaws of characters a main focus:
Yes
G.H se encuentra con una cucaracha y tiene una crisis existencial. Se trata sobre la búsqueda de sentido. Probablemente tenga que releerlo más adelante, después de dejarlo decantar.
"El mundo dejaría de amedrentarme solo si yo me convirtiese en el mundo. Si yo fuese el mundo, no tendría miedo"
"Prescindir de la esperanza significa que tengo que pasar a vivir, y no solo a prometerme la vida"
"Lo que yo haga de la petición y de la carencia, eso será la vida que habré hecho de mi vida"
"Necesitar es siempre el momento supremo. Del mismo modo que la más arriesgada alegría entre un hombre y una mujer se produce cuando la grandeza de la necesidad es tal que uno siente agonía y espanto: sin ti no podría vivir. La revelación del amor es una revelación de carencia; bienaventurados los pobres de espíritu porque de ellos es el lacerante reino de la vida"
"El mundo no dependía de mí; esta era la confianza a que había llegado: el mundo no dependía de mí"
"El mundo dejaría de amedrentarme solo si yo me convirtiese en el mundo. Si yo fuese el mundo, no tendría miedo"
"Prescindir de la esperanza significa que tengo que pasar a vivir, y no solo a prometerme la vida"
"Lo que yo haga de la petición y de la carencia, eso será la vida que habré hecho de mi vida"
"Necesitar es siempre el momento supremo. Del mismo modo que la más arriesgada alegría entre un hombre y una mujer se produce cuando la grandeza de la necesidad es tal que uno siente agonía y espanto: sin ti no podría vivir. La revelación del amor es una revelación de carencia; bienaventurados los pobres de espíritu porque de ellos es el lacerante reino de la vida"
"El mundo no dependía de mí; esta era la confianza a que había llegado: el mundo no dependía de mí"
dark
emotional
hopeful
mysterious
reflective
slow-paced
Plot or Character Driven:
Character
Strong character development:
Complicated
Loveable characters:
Yes
Diverse cast of characters:
Complicated
Flaws of characters a main focus:
Complicated
challenging
dark
mysterious
reflective
medium-paced
Plot or Character Driven:
Character
Strong character development:
Complicated
Loveable characters:
Complicated
Diverse cast of characters:
Complicated
Flaws of characters a main focus:
Yes
Clarice is so ooky, spooky and freaky. Adore her and her antics. Had so little grasp of what was going on, but was continually drip fed prose that would speak to some underbelly of the body and soul. Clarice just gets it.
dark
mysterious
reflective
slow-paced
Plot or Character Driven:
Character
Strong character development:
Yes
Loveable characters:
No
Diverse cast of characters:
No
Flaws of characters a main focus:
Yes
challenging
dark
emotional
mysterious
reflective
medium-paced
Plot or Character Driven:
Character
Strong character development:
Yes
Loveable characters:
Complicated
Diverse cast of characters:
N/A
Flaws of characters a main focus:
Complicated
medium-paced
Plot or Character Driven:
Character
Strong character development:
Complicated
Loveable characters:
Complicated
Diverse cast of characters:
No
Flaws of characters a main focus:
Complicated
reflective
medium-paced
Plot or Character Driven:
Character
Strong character development:
Yes
Loveable characters:
Yes
Diverse cast of characters:
No
Flaws of characters a main focus:
Yes
This books is so damn good man. The book is infinitely long yet only 190 pages. Every single page has a sentence that made me freak out. Lispector’s mc GH attempts to get at the “thing” or the neutral which is essential to our being. Life is beautiful, and by life it is meant that everything is beautiful, because everything is alive. To have disgust in anything, even the white goop coming out of a dying cockroach is to commit sin, because it is life and life is truly neutral. Perhaps it is hell to understand this neutral, to chase this neutral, to be enamored by it. But this hell is paradise as life is. We attempt to understand and be able to express what we are, what our existence is, and how we should live life. Yet this is futile as all we can know about who we are is the fact that we are. The meaning of our existence is found in that bit that you can’t express, the number between one and two, the not between two notes, the infinite silence in between an instant. We cannot understand our existence, therefore we should adore it.