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Cu Anais la tine cred ca a fost o reactie fireasca,mai greu dintr-o perspectiva alta decat feminina sa pricepi ce-i acolo.Cineva tot la acest subiect mi-a spus ca nu-i nimic in toata aiureala tipei decat un mix de sindroame maladive Dar mie mi-a placut.

Tot apropo, oarecum fara legatura: "Inferno", jurnalul lui Strindberg, l-ai citit? Nici macar nu stiu daca a fost tradus in romana.
Am vazut si eu ieri un film "Le bassin de J.W.", colaj de texte din Strindberg, Sade, Breton unite de textele mintii asteia (impenetrabila pe de-a intregul) a lu' nebunul asta de Monteiro. Si intre scene ciudatele e o scena normala, cuminte, o discutie de vara , pe veranda intre un el si o ea pe marginea jurnalului lui Strindberg in care se diseaca exact asta: valoarea literara a unui text produs de o minte clar tulburata, cum un mare scriitor e in acelasi timp si un mare diliu.
(Cum naiba trag toti nebunii/toate nebunele astea la mine, nici nu-i caut dinadins )

"We must conclude that Strindberg wasn't really cultivated.
Consequently, even if he had met his near contemporary Freud, he would have treated psychoanalysis as he did religion.
Strindberg had that unwieldy and slightly repellent culture which you sometimes find among the self-taught.
Besides, when you read Inferno you feel this is the prose of a brilliant man, but not a great writer.
His amazing skilfulness is too glib and hot-headed, typical of the fascinating chatter of talents who are foreign to real culture and thus, reality.
In addition to admiring the amazing form of this diary, the freedom of its descriptive passages and moral considerations, you have a feeling, not of pity, but of affliction...
This wretch endured the most basic forms of clinical insanity: insomnia, feelings of suffocation, electrical charges in the body, buzzings in the head,fear of being murdered by occult forcesor by real persons painfully reduced to the role of assassins, etc.
Too, there was also his obsession with alchemy, the medieval quest to produce gold in a laboratory."

"Strindberg's scientific knowledge was remarkable: the pages on insects, birds, minerals and flowers are very beautiful."

"Of course.
It's this feeling of affliction that prevents us from reading this as a literary work, even a document.
Strindberg's madness is here in all its force, naked and dreadful in its banality, which makes Strindberg just another lunatic.
Nothing is so stereotypical as madness.
And reading the book is like living with a maniac on a day-to-day basis, with the recoveries and relapses.
Every page that's lucid, intelligent, full of a deep post-romantic humour is followed by a page that stuns you.
That madness, which had seemed a bad dream, suddenly reappears, true to itself, incurable."

Si pe mine ma pasioneaza conditia femeii in lumile din zona orientului,ca expresie particulara a conditiei feminine in general.Filmul asta e putin atipic,ai sa vezi,si facut fara nici un consum de efecte,asta e fain.
Apropo de asta : ai citit-o pe Ayan Hirsi Ali ?

Da! Pe asta:
https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/...e_Caged_Virgin
Curajoasa femeie! Cam ce a fost Salman Rushdie prin anii '90 e acum Ayan Hirsi Ali, a intrat sub radarul fundamentalistilor, se misca de colo-colo in secret sub paza, sper sa n-aiba aceeasi soarta ca amicul ei, Theo van Gogh. Si chiar daca intuiesc ca lucrurile sunt mai nuantate decat virulenta ei (ca e clar virulenta) si toata lumea asta orientala nu trebuie considerata un monolit, tot mi se pare relevanta ca un catalizator in a schimba mentalitati. De unde respectul meu.