The Book of Disquiet
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- Author：Fernando Pessoa
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Summary
The Book of Disquiet is the Portuguese modernist master Fernando Pessoa’s greatest literary achievement。 An “autobiography” or “diary” containing exquisite melancholy observations， aphorisms， and ruminations， this classic work grapples with all the eternal questions。 Now， for the first time the texts are presented chronologically， including over 150 pages that have never appeared in any previous English edition。 Most of the texts in The Book of Disquiet are written under the semi-heteronym Bernardo Soares， an assistant bookkeeper。 This existential masterpiece was first published in Portuguese in 1982， forty-seven years after Pessoa’s death。 A monumental literary event， this exciting， new， complete edition spans Fernando Pessoa’s entire writing life。
Reviews
Thekra
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”لأنني اعرف كيف تمتلك الأشياء الأشدُّ صغرًا فن تعذيبي بسهولة، لذلك أتفادى ملامسة أصغر الأشياء。 من يتألم مثلي لمرور غيمة أمام الشمس، كيف لا يكون عليه أن يتألم لعتمة النهار المغطى على الدوام بغيمة حياته هو؟“قراءة مذكرات ويوميات بيسوا يعني عدم الإستمتاع لقراءة مذكرات أي شخص آخر！ مذهل
Didem Hertog
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''Yolculuklar mi？ Yolculuklara cikmak icin var olmak yeter。 Bedenimin ya da kaderimin treninde， tipki manzaralar gibi hep birbirine benzeyen， hep farkli olan sokaklara ve meydanlara， yüzlere ve hareketlere dogru sarkarak， gardan gara gidercesine bir gunden öbürüne giderim。Düslere daldigim zaman görüyorum。 Bir yolculukta bundan fazla ne yapabilirimki？ Sadece hayalgücü cok zayif olan insanlar bir seyler hissetmek icin yer degistirmeye ihtiyac duyarlar。Yolculuga cikmaya ne gerek var？ Ister Madrid'e ''Yolculuklar mi？ Yolculuklara cikmak icin var olmak yeter。 Bedenimin ya da kaderimin treninde， tipki manzaralar gibi hep birbirine benzeyen， hep farkli olan sokaklara ve meydanlara， yüzlere ve hareketlere dogru sarkarak， gardan gara gidercesine bir gunden öbürüne giderim。Düslere daldigim zaman görüyorum。 Bir yolculukta bundan fazla ne yapabilirimki？ Sadece hayalgücü cok zayif olan insanlar bir seyler hissetmek icin yer degistirmeye ihtiyac duyarlar。Yolculuga cikmaya ne gerek var？ Ister Madrid'e， ister Berlin'e， Iran'a， Cin'e ister kutuplara gideyim， görünüsümün ve hissetme tarzimin tutsagi oldugum sürece kendimden baska nerede olabilirim？Hayat onu ne hale getiriyorsak odur。 Yolculuklar， yolcularin kendisidir。 Gördügümüz， gördügümüzden degil， biz her neysek， ondan ibarettir。 ''Okudugum en derin en guzel kitaplardan biriydin。 。。。more
Ze Hua
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The kind of meandering writing that covers everything and nothing at all， this book is enjoyable more for its atmosphere than its contentDNF it's generally relaxing but mostly boring and sometimes nonsense; I don't have patience for this The kind of meandering writing that covers everything and nothing at all， this book is enjoyable more for its atmosphere than its contentDNF it's generally relaxing but mostly boring and sometimes nonsense; I don't have patience for this 。。。more
Alexander
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How do you describe a book that was never meant for you and exists in the in the same metaphysical space that you've never wished to confront？ On a 10 point scale:9/10 How do you describe a book that was never meant for you and exists in the in the same metaphysical space that you've never wished to confront？ On a 10 point scale:9/10 。。。more
Kaya
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“I am offering you this book because I know it to be both beautiful and useless。 It teaches nothing， preaches nothing， arouses no emotion。 It is a stream that runs into an abyss of ashes that the wind scatters and which neither fertilise nor harm — I put my whole soul into its making but I wasn’t thinking of that at the time， only of my own sad self and of you， who are no one。” RTC
Raquel Guardia
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o maior erro que já cometi na vida foi ler isso na atual conjuntura
Stacia
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A few years ago， I tried this book。 I didn't read much and ended up giving it away。 Recently， I came across a different copy and thought I might give it another try。 This copy has much less included （the book was pieced together after Pessoa's death from snippets written on various scraps， so versions and translations tend to vary quite a bit in order and what is included or not）。 This version （translation by MacAdam） had a good intro， clearly explaining Pessoa's alter egos （heteronyms as he ref A few years ago， I tried this book。 I didn't read much and ended up giving it away。 Recently， I came across a different copy and thought I might give it another try。 This copy has much less included （the book was pieced together after Pessoa's death from snippets written on various scraps， so versions and translations tend to vary quite a bit in order and what is included or not）。 This version （translation by MacAdam） had a good intro， clearly explaining Pessoa's alter egos （heteronyms as he referred to them）。 I find all of that pretty interesting。 But， reading the actual text （by his Bernardo Soares heteronym） is not that interesting。 After awhile， I tried skipping around and reading in random order （something also suggested in the intro as a possible way to read it， which reminded me a bit of Julio Cortázar's Hopscotch set-up）。Still， it just doesn't really pique my interest。 I am trying to figure out what I am missing because Pessoa is generally hailed as brilliant。 I really wanted to like it and find it brilliant too。 What I am seeing is 。。。 boring。 So I am consigning it to the giving up pile。 。。。more
Mathilda
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this book… the way it felt like a conversation。it felt like a life， a small life i could hold in my hands and open。 like a rabbit or a kitten which i carried around with me everywhere。 small animal on a plane… tiny puppy inside my purse。 an alive thing whose heart， if i listen closely， could hear beat。 a life that i could almost see breathe。my bookmark was a pencil… i’ve never underlined so many words and nor have i read anything that so felt like my brain’s everyday rumblings morphed into such this book… the way it felt like a conversation。it felt like a life， a small life i could hold in my hands and open。 like a rabbit or a kitten which i carried around with me everywhere。 small animal on a plane… tiny puppy inside my purse。 an alive thing whose heart， if i listen closely， could hear beat。 a life that i could almost see breathe。my bookmark was a pencil… i’ve never underlined so many words and nor have i read anything that so felt like my brain’s everyday rumblings morphed into such agreeable strings of sentences… something about relating to a person—reading something as intimate as thoughts they intended to share no one， seeing their vulnerability， and seeing yourself in it—inspires so much love in your heart toward them。 the book is just swollen with rich， deep feelings on loneliness， unhappiness， life， its futility， our fleeting presence here， the self， dreams。。。i am so desperate to get my hands on more fernando pessoa books。 i’m so shocked myself at the magnitude of love i feel for him now—he， whose name i only half knew just months ago。 i feel reluctant to even share the quotes i most wholeheartedly liked because of how strongly i feel that i have found a treasure， and how deeply i want to cherish it and keep it to myself。 alas， i shall share the particular journal entry on page 98 that made me realize this is not a regular book but…。 just… life itself。 “[…] I look up from the paper I’m writing on… It’s still early， just gone midday， and it’s Sunday。 The sickness of life， the affliction of consciousness， enter my body and trouble me。 Why are there not islands for those who feel uncomfortable here， ancient avenues for the lonely to dream in and that others cannot find？ Having to live， and however feebly， to act; being bruised by the fact that in life there are other people， who are themselves real。 Having to be here writing this， because my soul demands it， and being unable simply to dream it， to express it without words， even without consciousness， through some self I could construct out of music and evanescence， and for my eyes to fill with tears just to feel that expression of myself， and to feel myself flow， like an enchanted river， past the slow banks of my own self， ever closer to the unconscious and the Distant， with no meaning or direction except God。” 。。。more
pira
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i am sad
Sophie
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shut up fernando pessoa。 shut the eff up。 this book is bad。 i will now elaborate。 5% of this book might be some of the most finely profound pieces of literature i’ve ever seen。 however， the other 95% should be made illegal to read because it’s so bad。 this lunatic of a man won’t shut up about tedium but he didn’t take into account that what he was writing was the most tedious of all the tediums。 anyway， it’s clear that he was extremely mentally ill and deranged， and additionally， i did not enjoy shut up fernando pessoa。 shut the eff up。 this book is bad。 i will now elaborate。 5% of this book might be some of the most finely profound pieces of literature i’ve ever seen。 however， the other 95% should be made illegal to read because it’s so bad。 this lunatic of a man won’t shut up about tedium but he didn’t take into account that what he was writing was the most tedious of all the tediums。 anyway， it’s clear that he was extremely mentally ill and deranged， and additionally， i did not enjoy some of the weird sexist and misogynistic undertones。 good thing he’s dead。 。。。more
Kari Ni
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An exquisite book。 An absolute must-read。
Dolf Haven
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Around the world in 80 books #54b: Portugal 🇵🇹 "A minha vida é como se me batessem com ela。" （My life is as if I am being beaten with it） Reading this book was like being beaten with it。 Despite the greatness of the language， these hundreds of fragments all come down to the same sad things:"Tudo me cansa， mesmo o que me não cansa。 A minha alegria é tão dolorosa como a minha dor。" （Everything tires me， even what doesn’t tire me。 My happiness is as painful as my pain） and:"Toda a vida é um sonho。" Around the world in 80 books #54b: Portugal 🇵🇹 "A minha vida é como se me batessem com ela。" （My life is as if I am being beaten with it） Reading this book was like being beaten with it。 Despite the greatness of the language， these hundreds of fragments all come down to the same sad things:"Tudo me cansa， mesmo o que me não cansa。 A minha alegria é tão dolorosa como a minha dor。" （Everything tires me， even what doesn’t tire me。 My happiness is as painful as my pain） and:"Toda a vida é um sonho。" （All life is a dream） Pessoa is like a philosopher without a philosophy， not coming further than pretty fragments of texts that never come to a conclusion， nor have a unified perspective behind them。 At times， the word acrobatics are nice， but usually also senseless:"O cansaço de todas as ilusões e de tudo que há nas ilusões — a perda delas， a inutilidade de as ter， o antecansaço de ter que as ter para perdê-las， a mágoa de as ter tido， a vergonha intelectual de as ter tido sabendo que teriam tal fim。" （The tiredness of all illusions is that of everything that has no illusions - the loss of them， the uselessness of having them， the upfront tiredness of having to have them， just to lose them， the magic of having had them， the intellectual shame of having had them knowing that they would have such an end） Having to go through 500 pages of these was too much， I gave up after 100。。。 。。。more
Vince
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In these random impressions， and with no desire to be other than random， I indifferently narrate my factless autobiography， my lifeless historyNever has a book exasperated and enraptured me at the same time as this book。 There were times I'd get so frustrated that I'd slap a one star review on it and toss the book across the room。 But months later the book would call me back to the dreary disquiet of the narrator。 At times the book amazed me on how beautiful and insightful the narrator's random In these random impressions， and with no desire to be other than random， I indifferently narrate my factless autobiography， my lifeless historyNever has a book exasperated and enraptured me at the same time as this book。 There were times I'd get so frustrated that I'd slap a one star review on it and toss the book across the room。 But months later the book would call me back to the dreary disquiet of the narrator。 At times the book amazed me on how beautiful and insightful the narrator's random musings were。 At other times it sent me into a black hole of depression and I would have to take a break， sometimes for weeks at a time。 The narrator often talks of tedium which I chose to interpret his version of depression。 Tedium is not the disease of being bored because there's nothing to do， but the more serious disease of feeling that there's nothing worth doing。During my bouts with battling depression， I've often felt much as the narrator does which made it too painful to read at times。 But another part of me would say " Yes，yes，yes！ He gets it。"I recommend this book but I want to preface by saying that if you suffer from depression， avoid this book until you're in a better headspace because this book will make the bleak outlook much darker if you read it during that time。 On the other hand it can be quite poignant and beautiful。 Fernando Pessoa died 86 years ago today and it amazes me that although this book might be too real to read， it's somewhat comforting to know that 86 years ago， someone was suffering from the same pain that plagues me。My habits are of solitude， not of men 。。。more
Ayesha
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A novelized autobiography。 An attempt to interiorize the indifference and absurdity of existing。 A mirror through which one is conscious of consciousness itself; of everything that we live for - love， loss， happiness， sadness， melancholy， and comfort。 Pessoa’s The Book of Disquiet is a book dreamt of in reality。 Pessoa writes in crisp and vivid awareness of his thoughts。 If life is tiresome and existence is monotonous， no one escapes from its clutches better than him。The panorama of these entrie A novelized autobiography。 An attempt to interiorize the indifference and absurdity of existing。 A mirror through which one is conscious of consciousness itself; of everything that we live for - love， loss， happiness， sadness， melancholy， and comfort。 Pessoa’s The Book of Disquiet is a book dreamt of in reality。 Pessoa writes in crisp and vivid awareness of his thoughts。 If life is tiresome and existence is monotonous， no one escapes from its clutches better than him。The panorama of these entries stupefied me out of the tedium that is life。 They’re written as if idyllic and ‘prophetic’， they’re not descriptions， they’re echos that make up for everything in life。The Book of Disquiet has been on my shelf for over 2 years。 I’ve read it twice。 First， when it was a year old and now when it’s two。 The pages have turned from white to a dullish， light shade of beige。 The pages I had dog-eared from last year have imprinted themselves even when I try to flatten them。 What is more vivid is the earthy， smoky scent of the pages。 Such memories are only intensified when a book finds you and not the other way around。。Fernando Pessoa has written The Book of Disquiet using a heteronym， a fictionalized author。 Though the book doesn’t follow any underlying thematic structure or narrative， it is as comforting to read and understand。 It’s as if a light breeze moves through you; the force of which touches you just enough to tickle your senses。 It’s about imagination， nature， society， politics， religion， and aestheticism。 The most enlightening of them all is to possess the imagination to dream。Pessoa writes， “How painful everything is when we think of it as conscious thinkers， as reflective beings whose consciousness has reached a stage by which we know that we know。 To think or to feel？”The answer lies in renunciation but even that， because of our futile sensations， is not satisfying just so long as we remain alive。 Cutting a path through the obscure forest of life， we manifest the weariness from having to live。 It wakes us up from reality into this restful state of dreaming where we can finally live out everything we are capable of possessing and will ever possess。 。。。more
Rúben
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My Bible from now on。
Edita
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"Intrigos， apkalbos， tušti pasigyrimai tuo， kam neužteko drąsos， kiekvieno vargšo kirmino， apsigaubusio nesąmoninga savosios sielos sąmone， pasitenkinimas， vulgarus seksualumas， juokeliai nelyginant beždžionių kutinėjimasis， siaubingas savo bereikšmybės nesuvokimas… Visa tai man panašu į baisingą agresyvų gyvūną， savaime susidėliojusį iš svajonių， drėgnų geismų žievelių， sugromuliuotų pojūčių likučių…" "Intrigos， apkalbos， tušti pasigyrimai tuo， kam neužteko drąsos， kiekvieno vargšo kirmino， apsigaubusio nesąmoninga savosios sielos sąmone， pasitenkinimas， vulgarus seksualumas， juokeliai nelyginant beždžionių kutinėjimasis， siaubingas savo bereikšmybės nesuvokimas… Visa tai man panašu į baisingą agresyvų gyvūną， savaime susidėliojusį iš svajonių， drėgnų geismų žievelių， sugromuliuotų pojūčių likučių…" 。。。more
Heather
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timeless knowledge and powerI adore it
Rosemay
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“The space that exists between me and me” The quote summarizes it all。 To the question who am I ？ There is no answer… only thoughts and dreams and feelings that Pessoa conveys extremely well through his notes。 Took me 8 years to finish this book， I am so glad I read it throughout the years because it is a journey one does not simply come out of it unchanged。
amelia
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blackpilled again
Duygu
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Efsane！
Khader
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بديع فريد واستثنائي
Andrėja Vasiliauskaitė
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Apie tokias knygas labai sunku kalbėti， jos pernelyg genialios， jog žodžiais galėtum apibūdinti jose slypintį lobį。 Visgi， skaitydama jaučiausi besikapstanti ne tik knygos pasakotojo， bet ir savo vidiniame nerime， o ir dažnai tame pačiame bodesyje gyvenimui。 Tai tarsi odė svajotojui， gyvenančiam gyvenimą stebint， susitelkusiam į vidinio pasaulio užkabarius， čia tarsi niekas neturi prasmės， bet vienu metu ir ją turi。 “Kad ir kokioj savo tankmėj atsidurčiau， visi mano svajonių takai išveda į nerim Apie tokias knygas labai sunku kalbėti， jos pernelyg genialios， jog žodžiais galėtum apibūdinti jose slypintį lobį。 Visgi， skaitydama jaučiausi besikapstanti ne tik knygos pasakotojo， bet ir savo vidiniame nerime， o ir dažnai tame pačiame bodesyje gyvenimui。 Tai tarsi odė svajotojui， gyvenančiam gyvenimą stebint， susitelkusiam į vidinio pasaulio užkabarius， čia tarsi niekas neturi prasmės， bet vienu metu ir ją turi。 “Kad ir kokioj savo tankmėj atsidurčiau， visi mano svajonių takai išveda į nerimo laukymes”“Tik tai， apie ką svajojame， yra tai， kas iš tikrųjų esame， nes visa kita， kas įgyvendinta， priklauso pasauliui ir visiems žmonėms”“Mano siela - slaptas orkestras; nežinau， kokie instrumentai skamba ir gaudžia manyje: stygos ir arfos， litaurai ir būgnai。 Tik žinau， kad esu simfonija”“Patsai gyvenimas yra mirimas， nes nėra nė dienos， kuri jo nedarytų viena diena trumpesnio”“Turėjau tam tikrą talentą draugauti， tačiau niekada neturėjau draugų: ar kad jų nepasitaikė， ar kad draugystė， tokia， kaip ją supratau aš， buvo mano svajonių klaida”“Kaip pažinti meilę， jei net svajonėse nemanau esąs to vertas？”“Antikos žmonės vargu ar matė save iš šono。 Šiandien regime save iš visų pusių。 Iš čia mūsų siaubas ir pasibjaurėjimas savim” 。。。more
Kc
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This review has been hidden because it contains spoilers。 To view it， click here。 Sicuramente uno degli autori più conosciuti e importanti del ‘900， è importante anche per me。 Molti pezzi di frammenti mi specchiavano dentro。 Ma ho sentito la mancanza di un briciolo di trama che non c’è mai stata。
Bradley Noell
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It’s rare that I have this mixed of feelings about a book。 It’s some of the best literature that I’ve ever read， legitimately it’s unbelievably well written with some of the best turns of phrase that I’ve ever read。 It’s also some of the bleakest and most depressing。 I had to read this slowly， sometimes only an entry or two a day， and I read something lighter while I was reading this as well， but it’s too good to put aside。 It’s a book that I needed to finish。 It’s the kind of book that makes me It’s rare that I have this mixed of feelings about a book。 It’s some of the best literature that I’ve ever read， legitimately it’s unbelievably well written with some of the best turns of phrase that I’ve ever read。 It’s also some of the bleakest and most depressing。 I had to read this slowly， sometimes only an entry or two a day， and I read something lighter while I was reading this as well， but it’s too good to put aside。 It’s a book that I needed to finish。 It’s the kind of book that makes me wonder if I will ever write anything nearly as good。 But it’s not all bleak。 Fernando Pessao may have written on the depressing side of things but he always has passages that are uplifting and beautiful。 They are not as frequent as his sad ones but the beauty in the way he uses words is 。 。 。 almost unfathomable。 Everyone should read this， just taking it in slowly and backing off when it begins to feel like too much。 Maybe my feelings weren’t as mixed as I thought。 。。。more
Osman Tümay
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Bitmesin diye o kadar ağırdan almama rağmen bitti。 Artık geceler eskisi kadar çekici olamayacak。
Greta
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If I dream， it seems I'm being written。 If I dream， it seems I'm being written。 。。。more
Effie Babb
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Finally！ It took me over four years to finish this book。 Mainly because it was on my kindle and I don’t often read my kindle。 But also because I could only handle small chunks at a time。 The bizarreness of it all was fascinating at times and tedious at others。 Exceptionally depressing， almost poetic prose。 The main character was utterly unrelatable， yet I found the insight into human nature spot on in certain parts。
Mohamed Gamal
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كل عام من بين كل قراءات العام يتميز بعضهم في ذاكرتي، الأكثر تأثيرا والأفضل يين قراءاتي。 هذا الكتاب ليس فقط من أفضل قراءات العام لكن من أفضل قراءاتي على الأطلاق。فرناندو بيسوا يكتب كما لم يكتب أحد آخر، في سرد شعري اذا صح التعبير يصف لنا أحاسيس ورؤى حياتية كثيرة، هذا الكتاب مدخل لفهم الإنسان الحالم الخجول، يكتب بيسوا هنا عن الأحلام التي لم تتحقق والتي ما كان يمكن أن تتحقق، عن عدم الرغبة في الحياة وعدم الرغبة في إنهائها。لا أعتقد أن هذا الكتاب يصلح لليالي السعيدة، ولا يقرأ إلا على مهل، خصوصا مع حجمه كل عام من بين كل قراءات العام يتميز بعضهم في ذاكرتي، الأكثر تأثيرا والأفضل يين قراءاتي。 هذا الكتاب ليس فقط من أفضل قراءات العام لكن من أفضل قراءاتي على الأطلاق。فرناندو بيسوا يكتب كما لم يكتب أحد آخر، في سرد شعري اذا صح التعبير يصف لنا أحاسيس ورؤى حياتية كثيرة، هذا الكتاب مدخل لفهم الإنسان الحالم الخجول، يكتب بيسوا هنا عن الأحلام التي لم تتحقق والتي ما كان يمكن أن تتحقق، عن عدم الرغبة في الحياة وعدم الرغبة في إنهائها。لا أعتقد أن هذا الكتاب يصلح لليالي السعيدة، ولا يقرأ إلا على مهل، خصوصا مع حجمه الكبير وتكثيف نصوصه، لكني أعتقد أنه يستحق القراءة。 。。。more
Alaa Brinji علاء برنجي
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ليس ثمة نظام لقراءة （كتاب اللاطمأنينة）！ 。。بإمكانك متى أردت الاستمتاع بنصوصه أن تفتحه عشوائياً، لتحلّق منطلقاً من أي صفحة من صفحاته إلى فضاءات من الجمال والإبداع، أو لتخوض في بحر من التأمل، دون أن تتقيد بتسلسل لفصوله، أو بتراتبيةٍ لأفكارهِ。إنه شذرات من الخواطر المتناثرة، واليوميـات المتفرقة، أو هو تأملات من نوع الفلسفة غير المنهجية، أو لنقل شكل من أشكال الكتابة التي تماثل "التفكير بصوت مرتفع"！ 。。إنه على كل حال كتاب عصيٌّ على التصنيف، غير أن له سمات بارزةّ وثابتة: جمال الحرف، عمق المعنى، وغزارة ال ليس ثمة نظام لقراءة （كتاب اللاطمأنينة）！ 。。بإمكانك متى أردت الاستمتاع بنصوصه أن تفتحه عشوائياً، لتحلّق منطلقاً من أي صفحة من صفحاته إلى فضاءات من الجمال والإبداع، أو لتخوض في بحر من التأمل، دون أن تتقيد بتسلسل لفصوله، أو بتراتبيةٍ لأفكارهِ。إنه شذرات من الخواطر المتناثرة، واليوميـات المتفرقة، أو هو تأملات من نوع الفلسفة غير المنهجية، أو لنقل شكل من أشكال الكتابة التي تماثل "التفكير بصوت مرتفع"！ 。。إنه على كل حال كتاب عصيٌّ على التصنيف، غير أن له سمات بارزةّ وثابتة: جمال الحرف، عمق المعنى، وغزارة التجربة。ستقرأ في هذا الكتاب نصوصاً نثرية كُتبت بروح شعرية، وقصائد شعرية إلا أنها مكتوبة بلغة نثرية، ستقع على يوميات موغلةٍ في اللحظة والذاتية، إلا أنه سرعان ما تلفت انتباهك إسقاطات فلسفية عميقة تمضي بالأفكار إلى أبعد مدى。ومن الأهمية أن أشير إلى أن الشاعر البرتغالي （فرناندو بيسوا）، وهو واحد من أبرز شعراء القرن المنصرم، قد توفي تاركاً وراءه مسودات هذا الكتاب دون تنقيح أو تنظيم أو تبويب، ما جعل من رحلة جمعه ونشره قصة أخرى！اقتباس:"قاعدة الحياة هي الحياة ذاتها، التي يمكن، بل وينبغي أن نتعلمها من ومع العالم كله。 ثمّة كثير من أشياء الحياة الجديّة بإمكاننا تعلمها من الدجّالين وقطّاع الطرق。 ثمّة فلسفات يزوّدنا بها الأغبياء، دروس ثبات وأصول تأتينا من المصادفة والاعتباط"。 ص217 。。。more
S。 M。
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Just not for me。 Every passage felt the exact same。 I'm all for existential musings， but this is an absolute slog。 Just not for me。 Every passage felt the exact same。 I'm all for existential musings， but this is an absolute slog。 。。。more
Reference
google book https://www.google.com/search?tbm=bks&q=The Book of Disquiet
hathitrust digital library https://babel.hathitrust.org/cgi/ls?q1=The Book of Disquiet&field1=ocr&a=srchls&ft=ft&lmt=ft
The British Library https://bll01.primo.exlibrisgroup.com/discovery/search?query=any,contains,The Book of Disquiet&tab=LibraryCatalog&search_scope=Not_BL_Suppress&vid=44BL_INST:BLL01&lang=en&offset=0