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Sto caricando le informazioni... The Pure and the Impure (edizione 1967)di Colette
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Iscriviti per consentire a LibraryThing di scoprire se ti piacerà questo libro. Attualmente non vi sono conversazioni su questo libro. 3.5 stars. This is sort of a collection of essays. Unlike much of Colette's work, it's almost unemotional and detached. I also forgot how very binary she was in her thinking about genders. There is a lot of emphasis on the "incompleteness" of women lovers. It is focused on the queer communities but not flattering. I picked up this used copy from the Book Burrow because I'd enjoyed Cheri and The Last of Cheri, and I'd gotten more curious about Colette herself after watching the trailer for her new biopic. I was expecting fiction, but instead got some blend of memoir/journalistic essays or a thinly fictionalized version of the same. Here Colette (or "Colette?") sets as her subject love/romance/sex and the ways they are intwined with each other -- particularly among those whose romantic/sex lives deviated from the norms of the time. There are peeks into lesbian enclaves, communities of gay men, a conversation with a Don Juan type, a long piece on the Ladies of Llangollen. There is a thrill to get a glimpse at some of the sorts of lives that history has deliberately hidden from us -- but still Colette herself is hardly an impartial observer. She reveals much of herself along the way -- her own opinions on love, sex, and gender -- some of which are radical and liberating and some which a modern reader can't help wondering to what extent were limited by the views of the time. How much of her observations of lesbians, let's say -- is true to the nature of women and/or lesbians, and how much an artifact of how lesbians had to hide themselves and dissemble -- and how that must have shaped their lives even when in the limited communities where they were able to be "free" with themselves? In short, Colette as a narrator is in turns charming, radically open-minded, empathetic to the point of excusing what seems like very bad behavior, but then sometimes surprisingly conservative. She is resolutely herself -- shaped by her own time in and among the communities she reveals here. And that is deeply intriguing. Avec une langue souvent sidérante de beauté – au point où l’on en arriverait par moments à se demander si c’est toujours bien du français dont il s’agit – Colette brosse, à l’approche de la soixantaine, le portrait de différentes personnes rencontrées au cours de sa vie. L’occasion pour elle de s’interroger sur les plaisirs de la chair, sur l’opium ou l’alcool. Dans sa première version, ce livre inclassable entre essai et mémoires, s’intitulait « Ces plaisirs… » lors de sa publication en 1932. Amours saphiques, don juanesques, mélancoliques, triangulaires, inventées avec cette magnifique évocation du personnage de Charlotte et de son « miséricordieux mensonge » à l’attention de son jeune amant, auprès duquel elle feint le plaisir) : « Mais je pensais à la romanesque récompense qu’elle accordait au jeune amant, au plaisir, quasi public, à la plainte de rossignol, notes pleines, réitérées, identiques, l’une par l’autre prolongées, précipitées jusqu’à la rupture de leur tremblant équilibre au sommet d’un sanglot torrentiel… Là gisait sans doute le secret, le mélodieux et miséricordieux mensonge de Charlotte. […] Un génie femelle, occupé de tendre imposture, de ménagement, d’abnégation, habitait donc cette tangible Charlotte, rassurante amie des hommes… Assise et les jambes étendues, elle attendait oisive, à mon côté, de reprendre la tâche dévolue à celui qui aime le mieux la fourberie quotidienne. Mensonge déférent, duperie entretenue avec flamme, prouesse ignorée qui n’espère pas de récompense ». Autre extrait : Qu'y a-t-il donc de changé entre l'amour et moi ? Rien, sinon moi, sinon lui. Tout ce qui procède de lui porte encore sa couleur et la répand sur moi. Mais cette jalousie, par exemple, qui lui fleurissait au flanc comme un oeillet noir, ne la lui ai-je pas trop tôt arrachée ? La jalousie, les bas espionnages, les inquisitions réservées aux heures de nuit et de nudité, les férocités rituelles, n'ai-je pas trop tôt dit adieu à tous ces toniques quotidiens ? On n'a pas le temps de s'ennuyer avec la jalousie, a-t-on seulement celui de vieillir ? nessuna recensione | aggiungi una recensione
Appartiene alle Collane EditorialiÈ contenuto inLes heures longues di Colette (indirettamente) Dans la foule di Colette (indirettamente) Elenchi di rilievo
"This guided tour of the erotic nether-world with which Colette was so intimately acquainted begins in the darkness and languor of a fashionable opium den, and continues as a series of unforgettable encounters with men and, especially, women whose lives have been improbably and yet permanently transfigured by the power of desire. Lucid and lyrical, The Pure and the Impure stands out as one of modern literature's subtlest reckonings not only with the varieties of sexual experience, but with the unlikely nature of love."--Jacket. Non sono state trovate descrizioni di biblioteche |
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Google Books — Sto caricando le informazioni... GeneriSistema Decimale Melvil (DDC)843.912Literature French French fiction Modern Period 20th Century 1900-1945Classificazione LCVotoMedia:
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some beautiful ideas and i appreciate colettes honesty ( )