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I had literature, rather than a personality, a set of fictions about myself.

Anatole Broyard Kafka Was the Rage

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“Ebrio de enfermed” - Anatole Broyard. . ¿Cómo es nuestra relación con la muerte?, ¿puede la literatura darnos algo de luz sobre la fragilidad de la salud y el final de nuestra vida?. . #AnatoleBroyard (un crítico literario y escritor con cáncer terminal) se enfrenta a estas preguntas y muchas más con una lucidez envidiable y sin ningún tipo de fatalismo u optimismo absurdo. En esta mezcla entre diario, ensayo, ficción y crítica, escribe lo que nadie quiere decir sobre el tema central de nuestra existencia, con una agudeza que nos saca sonrisas y nos obliga a reflexionar sobre nuestra mortalidad. Una lectura obligada para todos. . “Estar enfermo y moribundo es sobre todo y en gran medida una cuestión de estilo. Mi intención consiste en mostrar a la gente que está enferma -y algún día todos estaremos enfermos- que eso no representa el fin del mundo tal como lo han conocido, que pueden seguir siendo los que son, y tal vez siéndolo más que antes. Pueden convertir en un juego, en una ocupación profesional, incluso en una forma artística, el hecho de oponerse a sus enfermedades. Son muchas las cosas interesantes y terapéuticas que pueden hacer. No basta con ser «positivo», valiente o estoico: estas ideas son demasiado simples, como las resoluciones de Año Nuevo”. . ¡Muchas gracias a mi querido @santanajesus777 por recomendármelo y traerlo a @libreriaestudioslacastellana . . #Book #Reader #Lectura #Escritor #Bookstagram #ReadersOfInstagram #ReaderOfIg #BookLover #BookNerd #Libro #bookstagrammer #books #booksaddict #ensayo #diario #muerte #enfermedad #cáncer #librosrecomendados #libros📚 #librosgram #librosycafe #EbrioDeEnfermedad #moribundo #librosdereflexion #lecturas #recomendación #death #sick https://www.instagram.com/p/CDkdJkjnS2Z/?igshid=1ipamt0384cyg

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We admired the German professors. We had won the fight against fascism and now, with their help, we would defeat all the dark forces in the culture and the psyche.

Anatole Broyard, Kafka Was the Rage

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Perhaps this sounds like fuss over nothing, but when you're young, everything matters, everything is serious. And besides, I was living with a modern painter. I slept with modern painting. The life we led depended on art. Without that, all we had was a dirty apartment.

Anatole Broyard, Kafka Was the Rage

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What drove even his admirers away was a certain remorselessness in his brilliance. It made some of us anxious to think that everything meant something; there was no escape. It was like a fate.

Anatole Broyard, Kafka Was the Rage

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A Poem Pressed Into a City

Listen while you read: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lNEhdiG4Yp8

“Rome was a poem pressed into service as a city.” - Anatole Broyard

It has taken me some time to get my thoughts together about this city. I still… I still can’t quite put words to it. There was a moment—brief, fleeting—looking above the Piazza Barberini. Nighttime, chill. Removed from the late-night bustle of the street below. Feeling… alive. Just that. More alive than I’ve ever felt. Is it worth sharing, out in this void? Perhaps not. But, at least for me, it helps me transfix it into something that I can hold onto. A part of me.

The exquisite beauty of Rome is in its decay. Its ruins that lay in every corner, the foundations of another era, forcing you to imagine, even unwittingly, another time that existed beyond the annals of your own days. Someone once lived there. Then you think of your own home: who will look upon, or stand layers atop, its ruins and wonder, who once lived here?

The focus — or seeming focus — on religion in Rome (churches along every corner, breathtakingly ornate) brings back memories of Catholic school. The judicious nuns, the safe feeling of reverence. Knowing (not just believing but knowing) of something greater creating, guiding, judging. My Peruvian family live their lives on unwavering faith, and I embraced it. Then having that belief fall away as I grew older, slowly, and then all at once. Going into these churches, and into the many I’ve been to in each city I’ve visited, I am, in a way, glad that I still feel respect for it. Who doesn’t need hope, and a scaffold, in their life?

I stumbled upon a crowd at the Vatican, right before the Pope was to come out onto his perch and give a blessing to all present. The moment was as if staged to have my old faith, and my current skepticism, meet briefly for the first time, then part ways once more.

I am stunned by all that I saw in my short time there. The city whispers its stories to you, in the echoes of your footprints, in the crumble of the rocks, the soft rain. It is a wise city. It is a beautiful city. It is poetry.

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