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Are her descriptions really coherent and sensible, or are they completely or mostly nonsensical?
A Paixão Segundo G.H
Ser humano em conflito permanente, Clarice procura selecionar e induzir seu leitor: That something is not ggh describable, and that indescribable-ness is precisely part of what that is.
In Joselito’s review”I suspect Clarice Lispector copied here the style in Fernando Pessoa’s “The Book of Disquiet” to produce this exasperating, introspective, highfalutin nonsense. This book “exists” me. Want to Read saving….
A paixão segundo G.H.
The room was the opposite of what I had created in my house, the opposite of the soft beauty that came from my talent for arrangement, my talent for living, the opposite of my serene irony, of my sweet and exempt irony: Like you realize– “Wow, I am alive. Sometimes a book is rated 3 point something but when you read it you realize it should have been rated 5 stars. Books by Clarice Lispector. Beating the dead horse at this point: The first quarter of the book is the plot-heavy part: Maybe this book is about the deconstruction of you, the human.
It’s an extreme and very abstract case of “showing, not telling. Cover for the first Brazilian edition of the novel, Editora do Autor, Overall, I just find the whole star-rating system too reductive in most cases–read this book to find out what I mean.
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.
Terrified by the cockroach she sees emerging, she slams the door shut, severing the cockroach in its centre, and sees the still-living animal’s entrails beginning to ooze out. So what “should have been” an abstruse, abstracted, and unexperienced tract on death, life, love, the meaning of it all – whatever – has been broken apart by a terrible voice screaming “Oh my God!
Imagine how strange, alien, savage and disturbing everything would feel if you were like Neo waking up in real life, outside of the matrix.
Also, the author Lispector definitely plays around a seundo 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 itself, as well as some of life’s most fundamental elements, such as love. Passion according to G. To see what your friends thought of this book, please sign up.
A paixão segundo G.H. by Clarice Lispector (3 star ratings)
Return to Segunxo Page. It makes you think about stuff–literally. I would sacrifice my body to my own muteness, becoming worse and worse than myself, less and less than being, a mother-spirit relieving the immediate, the present, to her children. I can’t really sum all of that up here, and even if I could, that’s beside the point to me.
I had to break a lot of mental habits simply to write the few words above. Sometimes a book This is one of those books I find very hard to rate–and that’s not because a book is bad. Clarice was a Brazilian writer with a lot of existentialism in her books.
Open Preview See a Problem? That is not to say my desire lies in non-identity or non-delineation. Refresh and try again.
The Passion According to G.H. – Wikipedia
This lady freaks out about a cockroach. This book reminds me of The Metamorphosis by Franz Kafka.
Had I read this at a different point in my life I would’ve segundi all over it. Acclaimed internationally for her innovative novels and short stories, she was also a journalist. Why am I perceiving the world like this?
Overwhelmed by anger, she opens the door to the wardrobe. S do I exist? Identity is forbidden, it forbids existence, like life itself.
I found my eyes would often start to wander across the page without really reading, I reread several pages without realizing until the end, yet still not really following. Clarice Lispector was a Brazilian writer.