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Colette - Wheat grass
A big favorite in the strong sense: a book in which we plunge so deeply, who wakes up for no reason - no real identification, not pieces of past disorder refers to - the emotions deep but fragile, it seems difficult to say anything of consequence, and which break near the magical and ephemeral interview - just as we feared to misrepresent your dreams trying to tell, This, surely, comes ...
A book that you share between the desire to share, like all beautiful things so require, and the desire to keep for itself a pleasure jealous of purity appears vulnerable to any attempt of expression, because inevitably awkward. So what about the wheat grass? A novel about love, obviously. On the feeling of love in its intensity, its weaknesses, its contradictions and suffering collateral. A novel about adolescence, the transitional period necessarily where you must endeavor to become , whatever the subject complement. A social novel, then? Watermark, certainly. An outline of pre-drawn paths of everyone's life, and some gray areas where left is the possibility, always present, to think outside the box. But not completely, an image of revolt against the poor state of affairs, and an image of resignation, no less wise and ultimately no less honorable.
I should hate this book, certainly, if only for the excessive references to "male" and "feminine" (especially), without discussion, a line of writing would seem he is to exasperate me. Why not? I would say that consciousness, although disillusioned, in the background, the unnatural nature of these differences as yet learned real - without denying them recognition transgression. There are several things to emerge from the youthful passion that leads Philippe and Vinca. The end of childhood does not mean only the end of a certain "innocence" and the transition to adult life properly codified, it also means a shared path, relatively undifferentiated, which splits to make room for two lanes radically different that they must follow regardless Philippe became a man, Vinca become a woman, with all the constraints socially assigned roles to each of these non-negotiable.
Not that they are discovering in their new flesh adult beginners, they experience the love for one another, that they their now need to love each other, love each other a little bit as outsiders, add to the feeling born long this new dimension of inequality: the transformation to be able to cope, each in his place, while for so long acted as he did to advance slowly, side by side, and confident the indestructibility of such a relationship. There is now a whole world between Vinca and Philip, who digs a ditch in the middle of one they had built without really noticing. wheat grass, not only the idea that it is never too early to love, but especially that of the necessary pain of love between human beings summoned to be apprehended as foreigners, not even a little.
Facing this new reality and obscure auspices she suggests, is not to flee or attempt to go against, in summer ending that wraps the Brittany coast, the two heroes trying, groping, a favorable outcome to their respective torments - he must be content to know: happiness is already past, and wheat grass is a time.
"They felt a bitter and consent to the same distance, the first words of their conversation, the common ground of the quarrel and deceit. It is the heroes, comedians and children, feel at home on a high plane. These children foolishly hoped to pain that might arise from the noble love. " (My favorite part ...) 
A big favorite in the strong sense: a book in which we plunge so deeply, who wakes up for no reason - no real identification, not pieces of past disorder refers to - the emotions deep but fragile, it seems difficult to say anything of consequence, and which break near the magical and ephemeral interview - just as we feared to misrepresent your dreams trying to tell, This, surely, comes ... A book that you share between the desire to share, like all beautiful things so require, and the desire to keep for itself a pleasure jealous of purity appears vulnerable to any attempt of expression, because inevitably awkward. So what about the wheat grass? A novel about love, obviously. On the feeling of love in its intensity, its weaknesses, its contradictions and suffering collateral. A novel about adolescence, the transitional period necessarily where you must endeavor to become , whatever the subject complement. A social novel, then? Watermark, certainly. An outline of pre-drawn paths of everyone's life, and some gray areas where left is the possibility, always present, to think outside the box. But not completely, an image of revolt against the poor state of affairs, and an image of resignation, no less wise and ultimately no less honorable.
I should hate this book, certainly, if only for the excessive references to "male" and "feminine" (especially), without discussion, a line of writing would seem he is to exasperate me. Why not? I would say that consciousness, although disillusioned, in the background, the unnatural nature of these differences as yet learned real - without denying them recognition transgression. There are several things to emerge from the youthful passion that leads Philippe and Vinca. The end of childhood does not mean only the end of a certain "innocence" and the transition to adult life properly codified, it also means a shared path, relatively undifferentiated, which splits to make room for two lanes radically different that they must follow regardless Philippe became a man, Vinca become a woman, with all the constraints socially assigned roles to each of these non-negotiable.
Not that they are discovering in their new flesh adult beginners, they experience the love for one another, that they their now need to love each other, love each other a little bit as outsiders, add to the feeling born long this new dimension of inequality: the transformation to be able to cope, each in his place, while for so long acted as he did to advance slowly, side by side, and confident the indestructibility of such a relationship. There is now a whole world between Vinca and Philip, who digs a ditch in the middle of one they had built without really noticing. wheat grass, not only the idea that it is never too early to love, but especially that of the necessary pain of love between human beings summoned to be apprehended as foreigners, not even a little.
Facing this new reality and obscure auspices she suggests, is not to flee or attempt to go against, in summer ending that wraps the Brittany coast, the two heroes trying, groping, a favorable outcome to their respective torments - he must be content to know: happiness is already past, and wheat grass is a time.
"They felt a bitter and consent to the same distance, the first words of their conversation, the common ground of the quarrel and deceit. It is the heroes, comedians and children, feel at home on a high plane. These children foolishly hoped to pain that might arise from the noble love. " (My favorite part ...)
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