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Kış Günlüğü (2011)

by Paul Auster(Favorite Author)
3.84 of 5 Votes: 4
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review 1: i don't know about this one. I love, adore, worship about every Auster-project, but with this one, I'm in doubt. A story of a writer's life is always interesting if the writer is interesting, which is the case with Auster, but the feeling that came creeping up on me was: lazyness. Why would a man, gifted with so much fantasy as Paul Auster turn to this own life to fill 228 pages? Because, for one, he knows how to turn the experience into a universal one. Into thoughts that provoke deeper thoughts in the reading mind? Ok. But still. These are things that he can do far better in the fantasy -mode, he proved, in the parable-mode, even. with a writer like Auster, you want to keep your distances. I bet he struggled with that one too, and that's why he used the you-person, somet... morehing I had trouble relating to. Autobiographic and at the same time dissociative, weird and artificial.
review 2: A simplicidade com que o autor nos revela episódios da sua vida, em cerca de 180 páginas, faz com que este livro seja um objecto que viaja connosco diariamente. E depois, o tempo está a esgotar-se, nas palavras de Auster, que conta 64 anos e sente a urgência de por em palavras as suas memórias."1952. Cinco anos, nu dentro da banheira, sozinho, suficientemente crescido para te lavares sem ajuda, e, quando te estendes de barriga para cima na água quente, de repente o teu pénis põe-se em sentido, rompendo a linha de água...reparas que a cabeça do teu órgão masculino circundado se parece extraordinariamente com um capacete...esta revelação agrada-te, na medida em que, naquela altura da tua vida, a tua maior ambição é seres bombeiro quando fores grande, porque consideras que é a profissão mais heróica à face da terra...e portanto vinha-te a calhar ter um capacete de bombeiro em miniatura a adornar a tua pessoa...""Escusado será dizer que tosses, principalmente durante a noite, quando estás deitado de barriga para baixo...e naquelas noites vais para outro compartimento e tosses furiosamente...o teu amigo Spiegelman (o fumador mais furioso que conheces), sempre que lhe perguntam porque fuma, responde invariavelmente: "Porque gosto de tossir.""...e foi nessa altura que a questão do casamento veio pela primeira vez à conversa entre os dois, não apenas viver juntos debaixo do mesmo teto mas também unidos pelo matrimónio, era isso que ela queria, disso fazia questão, e tu, muito embora tivesses decidido não voltar a casar-te, disseste que sim, que com todo o gosto te casarias com ela se era isso que ela queria, porque nessa altura já a amavas havia tempo suficiente para saber que tudo o que ela quisesse era também o que tu querias..." less
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ffhjnc
I love how memoir wakes us up and makes us pay attention to the life around us. How thrilling when the life described is ordinary. After all, most of our lives are ordinary most of the time and what could be more universally ordinary than the fact of having a body--the subject of Paul Auster's recent memoir, Winter Journal?To underscore the simple universality of his project, Auster takes the bold step of addressing the entire book to a "you." "Perhaps it is just as well," he says near the beginning, "to put aside your stories for now and try to examine what it has felt like to live inside this body from the first day you can remember being alive until this one."The book is full of wonderful catalogs of things like the scars he has retained, foods he has eaten, and even every house he has ever lived in. With his skills as a novelist, he can grip us with the stories of various harrowing car drives and weave such stories throughout the book. We get the pleasure of watching his development as an artist, as well as the deepening satisfaction of his second marriage to fellow writer Siri Hustvedt (whose memoir "The Shaking Woman" I also recommend). And he doesn't spare himself in the portrait, admitting to his own excessive drinking and smoking and the panic attacks he suffers because he is unable to let emotion out.I was thoroughly satisfied all the way to the end; and if I felt a pang over the fact that I discovered this book because of my own current project to write my own memoir about the history of my body--how unusual my project seemed before I found Auster's--I also found affirmation here for, as I said at the beginning, memoir wakes us up and says, "Pay attention. Your life is worth it."
Cal
J'aime cette citation:" Little by little, as you came to know her better in the weeks that followed, you discovered that eye to eye on nearly everything of any importance. Your politics were the same, most of the books you cared about were the same books, and you had familiar attitudes about what you wanted out of life: love, work, and children- with money and possessions far down on the list. Much to your relief, your personalities were nothing alike. She laughed more than you did, she was freer and more outgoing than you were, she was wormer than you were, and yet, all the way down at the bottom, at the nethermost point where you were joined together, you felt that you had met another version of yourself- but one that was more fully evolved than you were, better able to express what you kept bottled up inside you, a saner being. You adored her, and for the first time in your life, the person you adored adored you back. You came from entirely different worlds, a young Lutheran girl from Minnesota and a not so young Jew from New York, but just two and a half months after your chance encounter on February twenty-third thirty years ago, you decided to move in together. Until then, every decision you had made about women had been a wrong decision- but not this one."
moron12
This book felt like writing exercises you might do in college, assembled together.
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