View all 12 comments. I really wanted to like this book, I found the concept very intriguing when I first came across it online, and when I read the book I thought that the writing was beautiful, the symbolism was so vivid, the ideas were depicted in such a visceral and multi-dimensional way that they really encompassed me to where I felt nearly overwhelmed. As throughout the novel, Tournier is an expert at quickly sketching a quirky yet completely believable character, one who will enter and exit the novel in only a few pages — in tournief case, it is the wonderfully thrill-seeking granny, Frau Kraus. For Paul, this unity is paradise, but as they grow up Toirnier rebels against it. Each week, our editors select the one author and one book they believe to be most worthy of your attention and highlight them in our Pro Connect email alert.
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I wake up and I think I remember everything. As the day goes by and I recall my dream, some things fade and other things intensify.
I think my conscious mind begins to add things to the narrative, to spell out things that my unconscious mind was trying to keep secret. So by the end of the day my memory of the dream is not the reality of the dream. But yet it feels so real, like I lived it. Secrets being kept? Some feel that dreams are messages from our unconscious.
Our problems, our lives, transformed into dream imagery. A way for our unconscious mind to communicate with our conscious mind, perhaps. Or at least a way for our unconscious mind to process our lives. Or no. It was about being alone, forever. It was about being not-alone, about being connected to the world, somehow, some way, living in it by living above it, beyond it. Being larger than myself.
Yet still alone, always alone. I woke up crying. Tournier is A Writer and i am in good hands. Jean on a carnival centrifuge, moving against the centrifugal force Paul disturbed at the sight, fainting Alexandre acquires a dog he names Sam - a queer cynic like himself that he first notices mounting a male dog who is busy mounting a bitch Alexandre steps in to take the dance while all stand aghast Paul gravitates to warpers and their desire to bring elements together into one, while Jean has his place with the carders, and exults in the destruction and rebirth of the old into something new World War 2 begins Edouard prides himself on being a revolutionary, but it turns out Madame Surin is the true resistance leader Paul sleeps with an unknowing Sophie Sophie retreats from the quasi-incestuous stew, escorted away by Meline Jean considers her to be a failure, for running away.
Jean and Paul are the actual failures, failing at honesty with each other, with themselves, with the world at large. Venice as a formerly geminate city, its lost sister being Constantinople, the loss of that twin city causing Venice to lose its soul and so become a city of death Paul see him, but does not disembark Most memorable idea: the image of families taking pictures in front of a giant statue of the Buddha, paralleled to the fact that this will never happen in front of an image of Christ.
A disturbing image: the miniature Japanese dwarf tree, stunted due to a lifetime of torture. Biggest take-away: Jean is losing himself, his energy draining away Paul is absorbing it all, growing psychically larger in his travels As throughout the novel, Tournier is an expert at quickly sketching a quirky yet completely believable character, one who will enter and exit the novel in only a few pages - in this case, it is the wonderfully thrill-seeking granny, Frau Kraus.
Jean has disappeared Meline has brought him his old Gemini binoculars, and with them he begins to see the world in all of its microscopic detail Paul sublimates The search for twinship A true partner?
The lack of that partner The person alone is a person who is able to truly see the world, its patterns, its details, its movements both great and small.
A sad and tragic sort of epiphany! But also rather beautiful.
I wake up and I think I remember everything. As the day goes by and I recall my dream, some things fade and other things intensify. I think my conscious mind begins to add things to the narrative, to spell out things that my unconscious mind was trying to keep secret. So by the end of the day my memory of the dream is not the reality of the dream.