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sauris's Reviews (248)
4.5/5
had a lot of fun reading this and bonjour tristesse. very much like cécile in bonjour tristesse, dominique sees through everything and everyone (including herself) with devastating clarity while still being wonderfully reckless with her desires. both books capture the dizzy sweltering french summer and had me yearning for the sea, cigarettes by the mediterranean, languid afternoons, endless glasses of wine, and the ennui that makes everything feel both meaningless and desperately important. i love how the author writes about fleeting emotions with such fierce intensity while being completely aware of their own fickleness, their self-absorption. can't wait to read these again
had a lot of fun reading this and bonjour tristesse. very much like cécile in bonjour tristesse, dominique sees through everything and everyone (including herself) with devastating clarity while still being wonderfully reckless with her desires. both books capture the dizzy sweltering french summer and had me yearning for the sea, cigarettes by the mediterranean, languid afternoons, endless glasses of wine, and the ennui that makes everything feel both meaningless and desperately important. i love how the author writes about fleeting emotions with such fierce intensity while being completely aware of their own fickleness, their self-absorption. can't wait to read these again
has some nice moments, but i've read too much of his poetry by now, it doesn't click with me anymore, feels too familiar which i would've appreciated at a different point in life / time
I've never had to put a book down every few lines because of how depraved and repulsive the content was, and nothing pretty much fazes me these days. This is possibly the most disturbing book I've ever read, and I honestly don't know how to rate it. For all its lewdness, calling it pornographic or erotic feels like missing the point entirely. Story of the Eye refuses to let you maintain comfortable distance. It's not just trying to shock (though it certainly does that) but pushes us toward what Bataille called 'inner experience,' where rational thought falls apart and we confront the sacred through transgression. Bataille doesn't just create metaphors - his metonymic chains (re Barthes) contaminate each other, until objects lose their fixed meanings and start to slip between categories. Lynch's recent passing has me reaching back to works like this that operate through their own strange logic. Bataille's approach is almost ritualistic, I'm not entirely sure I understand it, but its images have permanently disturbed something in my mind.
p.s: i can never look at eggs the same way again, or björk's venus as a boy mv for that matter
p.s: i can never look at eggs the same way again, or björk's venus as a boy mv for that matter
