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Das Haus der Angst by Leonora Carrington

tacomaven's review against another edition

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3.0

Quite a strange short memoir.

myllena's review against another edition

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4.0

um relato visceral de como ela tenta fazer lógica dos próprios delírios e de como a institucionalização é muito perversa. ainda prefiro os poucos contos que li, mas dá pra perceber bem as marcas dessa experiência no resto da vida da leonora. contar essa história é muito doloroso, mas, ao mesmo tempo, contar também é entender e serve de livramento.

"I must live through that experience all over again, because, by doing so, I believe that I may be of use to you, just as I believe that you will be of help in my journey beyond that frontier by keeping me lucid and by enabling me to put on and to take off at will the mask which will be my shield against the hostility of Conformism."

fun fact da introdução (excelente, inclusive): Leonora escrevia de trás pra frente com a mão esquerda e normal com a direita quando criança. já adulta, pintava com as duas mãos ao mesmo tempo. achei curioso e absolutamente condizente.

amandar9fa2f's review against another edition

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3.0

Madness, surrealism, sadism (of doctors) and Franco's Spain.

acreese's review against another edition

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3.0

An account of her horrifying institutionalization in an insane asylum in Spain where she was subjected to injections of Cardizol which induced seizures. As surrealistic and dream-like as her paintings. My brain yearned for more data so I am seeking out some more traditional biographic material.

allthetrauma's review against another edition

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4.0

3,5 || finished my challenge 🎉

laurynreads's review against another edition

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3.0

I'm becoming more and more interested in Leonora Carrington, and I love getting to know more about the women involved in Surrealism. I generally vibe with ~weird women~ and this is no exception. What I will say is that this feels like one of those things where I'll have to let it simmer, or come back to it, or let it languish on my shelves and maybe one day a line will pop into my head and I'll return to its pages. I'm certainly glad I read it, though I didn't love it.
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