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A review by radahldo
The Private Journals of Edvard Munch: We Are Flames Which Pour Out of the Earth by Edvard Munch
4.0
"If seeking old places
and memories
It is like stepping
in one’s own
tracks in the snow—
one breaks them up and
destroys them—
—One will also stand guard
over memories"
At it's strongest moments it uses the constraint of this style to say something very penetrating in this fragmented manner. At it's worse (which is essentially the middle half out the book) he is goes into tedious detail about things, essentially fighting against his own style rather than just writing in prose.
During this portion it's quite literally just a journal and isn't interesting.
The last half picks back up where he starts writing about his feelings on art.
and memories
It is like stepping
in one’s own
tracks in the snow—
one breaks them up and
destroys them—
—One will also stand guard
over memories"
At it's strongest moments it uses the constraint of this style to say something very penetrating in this fragmented manner. At it's worse (which is essentially the middle half out the book) he is goes into tedious detail about things, essentially fighting against his own style rather than just writing in prose.
During this portion it's quite literally just a journal and isn't interesting.
The last half picks back up where he starts writing about his feelings on art.