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Want to Read saving…. Want to Read Currently Reading Read. Refresh and segundp again. Open Preview See a Problem? Thanks for telling us about the problem. Return to Book Page. Ser humano em conflito permanente, Clarice procura selecionar e induzir seu leitor: A mim, por exemplo, o personagem G. O processo de descoberta de G. Paperbackpages. Published by Rocco first published To see what your friends thought of this book, please sign up.
Is it first person or omnipresent? Bobby Fields first person: Lists with This Book. Almost equal parts wisdom and nonsense. I wavered between being moved and being exasperated. Destaco as segumdo passagens: This book reminds me of The Metamorphosis by Franz Kafka. Clarice was a Brazilian writer with a lot of existentialism in her books. In Joselito’s review”I suspect Clarice Lispector copied here the style paixap Fernando Pessoa’s “The Book of Disquiet” to produce this exasperating, introspective, highfalutin nonsense.
Destaco-o pela ppaixao capacidade de me ter angustiado. Very well written, but it is so abstruse that you can’t help but wonder whether Lispector’s poetic sentences are actually meaningful and deep or pure gibberish. If approached from an paizao mindset this kind of thing may awaken the passions of the authentic self struggling against substance. Having jettisoned that a while ago, I found it to be really well-done, but quite a waste of intellectual energy. Had I read this at a different point in my life I would’ve jizzed all over it.
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Don’t expect it to make sense. Just go for the ride. An essayistic novel of contradictions. You’ll only get some salvation for your effort in the last line. Based on the first 70 pages or so, I would have given this beautiful book at least 4 stars.
The writing is stunning, and the existential or “mystical,” as it says in the summary crisis of G. And the diatribing and writing style more generally gets increasingly surreal, which would be fine if the structure didn’t border on tedious.
It’s quite modernist, sp Based on the first 70 pages or so, I would have given this beautiful book at least 4 stars. It’s quite modernist, specifically in that construction-of-personal-truth kind of way, and although G. Sad to say, though, I think I’m growing out of meandering existential crises — as beautiful as they may be — or, at least I am when they spend a bit too much time taking themselves a bit too seriously.
A very strange journey into the heart, soul, and moral fiber of a woman at wit’s end. For its length this is one of those mystically dense forays into the subconscious.
I recommend it to anyone who is sure that they know who they are and, moreover, consider themselves comfortable with their station in life. If you are one of these, and have just gone through some sort of transition, lock yourself in an empty room and immerse yourself in the madness of this once-was gorgeous Argentinian. This lady freaks out about a cockroach. Dont worry they probably cant even feel pain.
Apr 12, Saba R. This is one of those books I find very hard to rate–and that’s not because a book is bad. Actually, I find the whole star-rating system on Goodreads to be significantly inaccurate in recommending to me brilliant, truly 5-star worthy whatever that means?
At best, the star-rating system can help you filter out books that are ridiculous from books that are actually worth your time. Any book that is 3 stars or more could fall in the range of average to brilliant.
Sometimes a book This is one of those books I find very hard to rate–and that’s not because a book is bad. Sometimes a book is rated 3 point something but when you read it you realize it should have been rated 5 stars.
Aegundo times you read a book that has 5 stars or is close to 5 stars and you realize that was just the case because the book was another dumb fad. Books that are 2 stars or under usually have something glaringly wrong with them, or in the rare cases, have some good ideas but also terrible ideas that make me or someone not want to give the book more than 2 stars.
I find that the stars are usually a better indicator of book sales than book quality. Overall, I just find the whole star-rating system too reductive in most cases–read this book to find out what I mean. So seugndo do you look for when you rate a book on this website anyway?
What does it actually mean if a book was “ok” or that you “liked it” or that “it was amazing”? Whether or not you liked something depends on what you liked the paidao for. Did you like it because you just had a good time–that it was seundo Did you like it because you agreed with most or all of the ideas presented, or did it just open up your mind?
Let’s say I gave this book 5 stars. Then some people would expect that this book segjndo be as “amazing” as the latest best-selling thriller or even another great 5-star philosophical book.
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But it’s not–and that’s not because the book is bad–that’s just because the book is too different. You’re not supposed to really be having “a good time” when you’re reading this book. I mean, yeah, sure, you should be really engaged, because the writing and the subject-matter deals with something really innate and familiar in all of us. That something is not precisely describable, and that indescribable-ness is precisely part of what that is.
To put it incredibly briefly, you know those strange moments in your life when it’s maybe 3am, and your mind is wandering, and you can’t sleep, and you suddenly become self-aware? Like you realize– “Wow, I am alive. Seggundo do I exist? Why am I inside this body, looking out of this skull? Why am I perceiving the world like this? Imagine how strange, alien, savage and disturbing everything would feel if you were like Neo waking up in real life, outside of the matrix.
Imagine taking that first, frightening breath of air in that disturbingly inexplicable and yet terrifyingly familiar world. Well, maybe that’s what G. Maybe this book is about the deconstruction of you, the human. Are all the strange things she’s describing after “she woke up” to reality true? Is this book really “a commendable work of genius”? Well, it’s paixwo the work of a person who thinks A LOT.
You think you’re the one who overthinks? Are her descriptions really coherent and sensible, or are they completely or mostly nonsensical? I can’t really sum all of that up here, and even if I could, that’s beside the point to me. She’s still alluding to a thought process that most or at least a lot of people have even remotely gone through at least once in their lives–becoming “self-aware”, and then feeling frightened that their sense of “human-ness” is breaking down.
Also, the sdgundo Lispector definitely plays around a lot with words in extremely unconventional ways, but she also paradoxically uses that unconventionality to demonstrate how weak and useless words can be in describing existence segunco, as well as some of life’s most fundamental elements, such as love.
Overall, this book has 3 stars not because “I liked it”. It has 3 stars because it’s just weird. It makes you think about stuff–literally. It makes you think about existence itself. It’s kind of or to some people very disturbing and at times may appear nonsensical. But for the way it made me think stars. That’s it–that’s all I can say for now.
I can’t even believe I wrote a review for this–it’s been a while since I read this book and so far I almost never write book reviews. I would never have guessed that the next book I would feel compelled to review, out of all books, in fact that I would ever review, would be THIS book. I guess that’s what 2: Weird time for reviewing weird books?
Since how could I speak without the word lying for me? Daquilo a que na verdade apenas chamo, mas sem saber-lhe o nome. Vou agora te contar como entrei no inexpressivo que sempre foi paixxo minha busca cega e secreta. The first quarter of the book is the plot-heavy part: Long periods of stream-of-consciousness philosophical musing are interspersed with brief moments of snapping back to Clarice Lispector’s The Passion According to G.