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pjv1013's review against another edition
4.0
Adoro tudo o que leio de Sontag. Este volume inicial de entradas do seu diário enriquece quem queira conhecer melhor a autora.
São particularmente interessantes as referência sexuais e amorosas que clarificam qualquer dúvida sobre a intimidade da autora.
Igualmente interessantes a referências sobre algumas leituras que fez, bem como o contacto com intelectuais destacados.
São particularmente interessantes as referência sexuais e amorosas que clarificam qualquer dúvida sobre a intimidade da autora.
Igualmente interessantes a referências sobre algumas leituras que fez, bem como o contacto com intelectuais destacados.
rltinha's review against another edition
3.0
(Há algo de profundamente devasso em ler diários alheios. Mas a tentação voyeur sobre «os interessantes», in casu é superior ao decoro moral.)
Lamentavelmente, este primeiro volume dos diários de Sontag fica aquém do expectável no que respeita a análises e reflexões, expondo antes (e em demasia) uma intimidade factual que interessa pouco.
Lamentavelmente, este primeiro volume dos diários de Sontag fica aquém do expectável no que respeita a análises e reflexões, expondo antes (e em demasia) uma intimidade factual que interessa pouco.
saralouro155's review against another edition
4.0
12/31/57
" On Keeping a Journal.
Superficial to understand the journal as just a receptacle for one’s private, secret thoughts—like a confidante who is deaf, dumb, and illiterate. In the journal I do not just express myself more openly than I could do to any person; I create myself.
The journal is a vehicle for my sense of selfhood. It represents me as emotionally and spiritually independent. Therefore (alas) it does not simply record my actual, daily life but rather—in many cases—offers an alternative to it.
There is often a contradiction between the meaning of our actions toward a person and what we say we feel toward that person in a journal. But this does not mean that what we do is shallow, and only what we confess to ourselves is deep. Confessions, I mean sincere confessions of course, can be more shallow than actions. I am thinking now of what I read today in H’s journal about me—that curt, unfair, uncharitable assessment of me which concludes by her saying that she really doesn’t like me but my passion for her is acceptable and opportune. God knows it hurts, and I feel indignant and humiliated. We rarely do know what people think of us (or, rather, think they think of us) … Do I feel guilty about reading what was not intended for my eyes? No. One of the main (social) functions of a journal or diary is precisely to be read furtively by other people, the people (like parents + lovers) about whom one has been cruelly honest only in the journal. Will H ever read this?"
" On Keeping a Journal.
Superficial to understand the journal as just a receptacle for one’s private, secret thoughts—like a confidante who is deaf, dumb, and illiterate. In the journal I do not just express myself more openly than I could do to any person; I create myself.
The journal is a vehicle for my sense of selfhood. It represents me as emotionally and spiritually independent. Therefore (alas) it does not simply record my actual, daily life but rather—in many cases—offers an alternative to it.
There is often a contradiction between the meaning of our actions toward a person and what we say we feel toward that person in a journal. But this does not mean that what we do is shallow, and only what we confess to ourselves is deep. Confessions, I mean sincere confessions of course, can be more shallow than actions. I am thinking now of what I read today in H’s journal about me—that curt, unfair, uncharitable assessment of me which concludes by her saying that she really doesn’t like me but my passion for her is acceptable and opportune. God knows it hurts, and I feel indignant and humiliated. We rarely do know what people think of us (or, rather, think they think of us) … Do I feel guilty about reading what was not intended for my eyes? No. One of the main (social) functions of a journal or diary is precisely to be read furtively by other people, the people (like parents + lovers) about whom one has been cruelly honest only in the journal. Will H ever read this?"
shlackspot's review against another edition
5.0
Leer este diario ha sido una experiencia sumamente interesante, que me ha dejado aún más hambrienta de S. Sontag que antes.
Siempre me ha parecido algo increíblemente delicado e íntimo leer los diarios o las memorias de una persona, ya que estás penetrando en lo más privado h secreto de su ser al leerlas. A mi parecer eso ya amerita 5 estrellas.
Pero la principal razón por la que decidí ponerle 5 estrellas, es por lo increíblemente real que fue este diario. Todos los pensamientos desparramados, listas de libros inconclusas, reflexiones espontáneas llenas de juicios a sí misma… Quiero aplaudir de pie el trabajo de David Rieff con la edición de este primer diario, y con el precioso prólogo que él escribió antes de siquiera comenzar a leerlo.
Me encantó cómo reconoció que leyó y se enteró de cosas que no quiso saber, y que su decisión violaba su intimidad, sus razones y su petición al respeto y discreción. Gracias por darnos esto, David.
Por último, quiero destacar a Susan Sontag. Sus pensamientos y conclusiones, sus planes, ilusiones, dolores y aflicciones. Ella era una mente brillante, y en muchas de sus reflexiones me veo reflejada como si de un espejo se tratase. Meterme así en su cabeza e intimidad ha sido una experiencia preciosa, simplemente por lo delicada y fascinante que ha sido intelectual y emocionalmente.
Me encantó, qué puedo decir.
Siempre me ha parecido algo increíblemente delicado e íntimo leer los diarios o las memorias de una persona, ya que estás penetrando en lo más privado h secreto de su ser al leerlas. A mi parecer eso ya amerita 5 estrellas.
Pero la principal razón por la que decidí ponerle 5 estrellas, es por lo increíblemente real que fue este diario. Todos los pensamientos desparramados, listas de libros inconclusas, reflexiones espontáneas llenas de juicios a sí misma… Quiero aplaudir de pie el trabajo de David Rieff con la edición de este primer diario, y con el precioso prólogo que él escribió antes de siquiera comenzar a leerlo.
Me encantó cómo reconoció que leyó y se enteró de cosas que no quiso saber, y que su decisión violaba su intimidad, sus razones y su petición al respeto y discreción. Gracias por darnos esto, David.
Por último, quiero destacar a Susan Sontag. Sus pensamientos y conclusiones, sus planes, ilusiones, dolores y aflicciones. Ella era una mente brillante, y en muchas de sus reflexiones me veo reflejada como si de un espejo se tratase. Meterme así en su cabeza e intimidad ha sido una experiencia preciosa, simplemente por lo delicada y fascinante que ha sido intelectual y emocionalmente.
Me encantó, qué puedo decir.
heartsneedle's review against another edition
5.0
5/5
"It is humiliation with every slip-of-the-tongue, sleepless nights spent rehearsing tomorrow’s conversation, and torturing oneself for yesterday’s...a bowed head held between one’s hands … it is my god, my god...(in lower case, of course, because there is no god).”
Marriage, Motherhood, Escape, Identity
A dazzling portrait often imposed with merciless self-dissection of her personality and intellect. The journals oscillate between cool academic analysis and a rather appetent development of her writing and philosophy. A lovely collection that left me wild and breathless for more.
"It is humiliation with every slip-of-the-tongue, sleepless nights spent rehearsing tomorrow’s conversation, and torturing oneself for yesterday’s...a bowed head held between one’s hands … it is my god, my god...(in lower case, of course, because there is no god).”
Marriage, Motherhood, Escape, Identity
A dazzling portrait often imposed with merciless self-dissection of her personality and intellect. The journals oscillate between cool academic analysis and a rather appetent development of her writing and philosophy. A lovely collection that left me wild and breathless for more.