The Book of Disquiet is a work by the Portuguese author Fernando Pessoa ( –). Published posthumously, The Book of Disquiet is a fragmentary. Fernando Pessoa. Libro del desasosiego. Fernando Pessoa. Libro del desasosiego. Image may contain: text. Likes3 Comments93 Shares. English (US). Libro Del Desasosiego Pessoa. 9 likes. Book. Libro Del Desasosiego Pessoa. Privacy · Terms. About. Libro Del Desasosiego Pessoa. Book. 9 people like this.
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Published by Seix Barral first published To see what your friends thought of this book, please sign up. To ask other readers questions about Libro del desasosiegoplease sign up. Which translation shall I read then? If you don’t speak Portuguese I would recommend the pessa by Richard Zenith, as he is of Portuguese descent, editor of one of the Portuguese …more If you don’t speak Portuguese I would recommend the translation by Richard Zenith, as he is of Portuguese descent, editor of desaaosiego of the Portuguese versions and considered by many one of the greatest Pessoa’s expert.
I see that the Penguin classic version of the book has pages, while the Serpent’s tail version of it has only pages. What is the reason for this difference in page number?
Libro del desasosiego
Ryan I can think of a couple of reasons for this: Future editors, as obsessed as they are with completionism, included more than the author intended sometimes depending on the version. Richard Zenith includes not only fragments Fernando Pessoa didn’t want in, but also author notes, and letters to friends concerning the book.
A better way to compare the sizes of different versions desasosieg be with word counts. See all 6 questions about Libro del desasosiego…. Lists with This Book. This book is not yet featured on Listopia. This is not something I do lightly.
Lemming a book is not my standard mode at all. In fact, I went through a sort of grieving process the last time I lemmed a bookwhich was also the first time I had lemmed a book since I came to Goodreads. I’m glad to see that it has been over a year now, with a lot of reads some As I clicked the “I’m finished” button on Goodreads, I must admit that I felt a sense of relief.
I’m glad to see that it has been over a year now, with a lot of reads some goodsome greatsome ” meh ,” in between. I consider myself a fairly resilient reader, with wide-ranging and exploratory tastes. I kind desasosjego pride myself on my reading stamina. But, ppessoa this case, I’m just sick of being beat up. Granted, my expectations were high going into this read, but not unrealistic. I had read some positive reviews and had the book recommended to me by other readers who know my tastes and whose opinions I hold in high esteem.
Libro del desasosiego by Fernando Pessoa (4 star ratings)
How did Pessoa break me? It’s not like the book is horrible. Pessoa definitely has his own rhythm, his own voice. And though it took me a while to start to fall into step with it, I can still appreciate his ability to craft words and sentences. You don’t get the kind of praise many of my Goodreads friends heaped upon his work by being a bad writer. Chapter 31, I felt, was brilliant. And if that was the whole of the book, I would have been totally satisfied.
Unfortunately, that little slice of the ethereal was by far the exception here. For me The Book of Disquiet ‘s author was too presumptuous by an order of magnitude. And this presumptuousness takes a strange form: The self-deprecating mirror of the narcissist. Believe me, I am all about self-deprecation.
It’s a viable defense mechanism for a lot of people, and I find that, usually, those who can be self-deprecating in a humorous way are some of the most “centered,” emotionally healthy people I know.
But Pessoa takes self-deprecation to a new level. I knew this was coming, simply from the reviews of prssoa book I had read. I was looking forward to some self-deprecating humor on the part of the author. But what I found was not very funny at all. Or if it was, I totally missed the humor. Rather than finding myself chuckling at the author’s skewed view of self, I found myself more or less bored to the point of anger by the tedium of it all. Too often, the book slipped from healthy self-deprecation to self-loathing.
I can take that in doses, but Pessoa rubs your face in it. I just got sick of reading about the author’s peswoa of himself as being, essentially, the coolest person in the world because he took an interest in nothing excepting art – though I found his definition of art so poorly-constructed as to subvert his own peszoa, if they can be called that, about aesthetics.
Aloofness is not necessarily the hallmark of a formidable intellect. Especially when one’s own supposed intellect is the focus of one’s entire attention.
Pessoa’s love of himself, his love of dessaosiego own sadness and banality, wore thin. Glorying in how pathetic one is really does nothing for this reader. I might have seen some of myself in him, perhaps wallowed with him in gothic misery I’ve been known to do that from time to timebut my reaction to these boring, self-centered ramblings was to simply walk away and move on to better things.
Because there are a lot of better things, namely, a lot of better books, waiting on my To Be Read shelf. So, if you’ll excuse me, I’ll be going to pick out something better to read. Oh, and ignore the whining man curled up under the desk there. Give him a mirror and please, please, show him out the door!
Update April 6th I’ve at long last got to the end of this one. I skim read much of the second half. What I realise is that I much prefer the concept of Pessoa, and his ideas and his life, to the reality of actually reading his works.
I’m also aware that I might have liked this work much more at a different stage of my life. End of update Update Oessoa 14th I’ve decided to carry on reading this, but small sections at a time. I definitely prefer it this way.
I would go as far as to say I’m Update April 6th I’ve at long last got to the end of this one. I would go as far as to say I’m finding it a bit interesting now. End of update I’ve bought my copy at last.
I’m in Lisbon for a day! Last time I was there, a couple of years ago, I determined that I would read this before I went back there. I’m rather attached to Fernando Pessoa! This time round I also intend to buy a set of espresso cups that I saw last time, 4 of them, each with a picture of desasosidgo of Pessoa’s heteronyms.
I got half way through this, and really ground to a halt. However, I was bored. So, much as I respect all the people I know who rated this book highly, I’m leaving it as unfinished. It’s great relief to have decided this! View all 3 comments. Una persona in questa posizione deve convivere troppo tempo libero, troppe energie e troppe frustrazioni represse; finisce per annegare nella noia, nel tedio, in una feroce impotenza che cerca di sublimare trascrivendo in un libro questo, appunto il suo flusso di pensieri lasciato libero dalla mancanza di sfide e di occupazione.
Nella sublime poesia “Spesso il male di vivere ho incontrato” Eugenio Montale riesce a condensare in sei-righe-sei tutto il libro dell’ Inquietudine. Spesso il male di vivere ho incontrato era il rivo strozzato che gorgoglia era l’incartocciarsi della foglia riarsa, era il cavallo stramazzato.
Bene non seppi, fuori del prodigio che schiude la divina Indifferenza: Ma proprio il potente strumento della parola richiede una cura, un lavoro di cesello, una peasoa costante che in questo libro mancano. Montale sta su un altro pianeta. Un libro troppo lungo e scritto senza cura. Ci starebbe il cestino con zero stelle, se non mi fosse venuto da chiedermi se non stia sbagliando io da qualche parte.
Il libro dell’ Inquietudine viene scritto tra gli anni 10 e gli anni 30 del novecento, in un periodo dominato dalle avanguardie, da Dada, dal Simbolismo, dall’astrattismo. Un’eccessiva cura nella scelta della parola o della figura retorica in quegli anni per molti sarebbe stato un disvalore.
Sieda, e si vergogni. People pessoa this book.
I do not understand why. The Book of Disquiet is not in any sense a novel.