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stephanielam27 's review for:
Nadja
by André Breton
A hallucinogenic tour of Paris, interjected with bouts of surrealist philosophy and mixed with manic-pixie-dream-girl energy (wake up André, she’s just using men as mirrors for herself).
This novella is esoteric to the point of being pedantic. The narrator seems to just have a bad case of ennui, and reeks of “not like other Parisians.”
If you’re looking to get lost in your subconscious, this ain’t it. Might have been better in a magical realist lens than a surrealist one I think. Nothing holds water or rhyme or reason, but if you enjoy that type of thing I recommend being in a very specific mood and finishing this in one sitting. 3.8 stars.
Some beautiful lines that spoke to me:
“I myself shall continue living in my glass house where you can always see who comes to call; where everything hanging from the ceiling and the walls stays where it is as if by magic, where I sleep nights in a glass bed, under glass sheets where who I am will sooner or later appear etched by a diamond.”
“I am the thought on the bath in the room without mirrors.”
“With the end of my breath, which is the beginning of yours.”
“Beauty will be convulsive or it will be nothing at all.”
This novella is esoteric to the point of being pedantic. The narrator seems to just have a bad case of ennui, and reeks of “not like other Parisians.”
If you’re looking to get lost in your subconscious, this ain’t it. Might have been better in a magical realist lens than a surrealist one I think. Nothing holds water or rhyme or reason, but if you enjoy that type of thing I recommend being in a very specific mood and finishing this in one sitting. 3.8 stars.
Some beautiful lines that spoke to me:
“I myself shall continue living in my glass house where you can always see who comes to call; where everything hanging from the ceiling and the walls stays where it is as if by magic, where I sleep nights in a glass bed, under glass sheets where who I am will sooner or later appear etched by a diamond.”
“I am the thought on the bath in the room without mirrors.”
“With the end of my breath, which is the beginning of yours.”
“Beauty will be convulsive or it will be nothing at all.”