«La vita comincia da qualche parte con il profumo della lavanda.» Partendo così da un ricordo ispirato dalla fragranza del dopobarba del padre, il maestro della nostalgia André Aciman esplora il concetto di memoria e l’esperienza della perdita in tutte le loro sfaccettature: dall’infanzia perduta ad Alessandria sotto l’abbagliante sole egiziano agli anni vissuti a Roma da ragazzino, dove adorava perdersi per i meravigliosi vicoli in acciottolato del centro; dalle visite al padre nella Parigi «collerica e piovosa di Baudelaire», in cui ha sempre sognato di vivere, agli studi universitari a Cambridge; dall’armonioso caos di Barcellona alla «caccia» agli scorci dei quadri di Monet a Bordighera. Un dedalo di impressioni, tra gli angoli sperduti di un’esistenza vissuta in esilio permanente prima di stabilirsi a Manhattan, nella speranza di riuscire finalmente a cogliere e fissare la propria identità, laddove invece, come in una fotografia, l’immagine vera è solo «un’infinita sovrapposizione di immagini instabili».
- ISBN: 8860889162
- Casa Editrice: Guanda
- Pagine: 270
Oh, I can't. I'm so sorry, Mr. Aciman, but I just cannot sit with you right now. Your world is not mine, and you make absolutely no effort to welcome me to it. You must understand that I want nothing more than do let you guide me, but you don't want to do that. You want to tell me about how pleased
from Intimacy: I was after something intimate and I learned to spot it in the first alley, in the first verse of a poem, on the first glance of a stranger. Great books, like great cities, always let us find things we think are only in us and couldn’t possibly belong elsewhere but that turn out to be Leggi tutto
Nonfiction—Essay, Travel. Trade Paperback. Found after reading “Call Me By My Name” by same author.
On Monet: He is not even sure he’s not making it up. Which is also why he needs to paint it … What he was after hangs between the visible and the invisible, between the here and now and the seemingly elsewhere. This is Aciman’s project, his compulsion: to make material these wisps of feelings, impres Leggi tutto
In his novel Eight White Nights, Andre Aciman's narrator says, "...longing makes us who we are, makes us better than who we are, because longing fills the heart. ... The way absence and sorrow and mourning fill the heart." In the same way, the highly personal essays in Alibis explore the world of th Leggi tutto
Begin dit jaar las ik met veel plezier "Call me by your name" en "Enigma variations": twee fraaie romans over de pluriformiteit en intensiteit van liefde en verlangen, waarin het verlangen juist des te heviger wordt - en des te meer de beleving van de liefde verrijkt- naarmate het NIET wordt vervuld Leggi tutto
“We seldom ever see, or read, or love things as they in themselves really are, nor, for that matter, do we even know our impressions of them as they really are...what we reach for and what ultimately touches us is the radiance we’ve projected on things, not the things themselves” (“Intimacy” pg. 33) Leggi tutto
Read for the ReadHarder challenge 8- Read a travel memoir.... Not your usual travel memoir, this is a gorgeously written collection of essays on place and identity. I loved how personal each essay was, each meditation sharing intimate musings, so specific, so evocative.....
The flap copy of Alibis describes it as "a series of linked essays about time, place, identity and art," which probably sums it up more succinctly than I could. Aciman writes beautifully about places, about cities. He writes about Venice, about Paris, about Tuscany, about Barcelona. He writes about
The essays on Rome, Tuscany, Venice and Paris were my favorite. They were very evocative. I also enjoyed how the author explored his self-identity through travel. The writing, while lovely, felt almost like a lecture or presentation. It wasn't at all engaging. The tone was a little pretentious, like Leggi tutto
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