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Anais Nin
448 pages
Cengage Learning, Inc
9780156003902
English
Belmont, CA, United States
Fire: From "A Journal of Love": The Unexpurgated Diary of Anaïs Nin, 1934-1937
 Otto Rank, and of course continues her romance with Henry "I want to live until I crack, crack with too-muchness, until all my harem turns
jealously against me, rebels, divorces me, until they all cry out with pain and joy, anger and murder, until they murder me for my betrayals. Fire
clearly represents the feverish push toward Nin's most ardent desire; the neurotic, breathless, unbridled motion toward satisfaction, the climactic
discovery, that is to say - the ultimate knowing and understanding of herself. Return to Book Page. From "A Journal of Love" 3. I have a room
next door to his, which is like a sitting room. Rank, a natural, spontaneous, impulsive, shiny-eyed Huck, with his everlasting "I have an idea. Never
imagined he could not dance. Guiler's name is not once mentioned in this volume. You won't forget me, honey? Aug 19, Kate Savage rated it really
liked it. Due to its size in , the diary contained more than 15, typewritten pages in some volumes and literary style, she would not find a publisher
until , when the first volume of her diary would be published, covering the years — in her life. She has just published her study of D. Fire and life.
At first it was a fire, eclipses, short circuits, lightning and fireworks; the incense, hammocks, drugs, wines, perfumes; then spasm and honey, fever,
fatigue, warmth, currents of liquid fire, feast and orgies; then dreams, visions, candlelight, flowers, pictures; then images out of the past, fairy tales,
stories, then pages out of a book, a poem; then laughter, then chastity. I love your hair, honey. Am I living wrong? Dust in the eyes and ghosts in
the veins. Strangely, her writing seems simultaneously unselfconscious and narcissistic - a puzzle I'm sure to be thinking on for a while to come She
has an excellent way of conveying emotions and writes with explicit sensuality. He could not forget it. To try to describe Anais Nin would be much
like an attempt at catching a nebulae three galaxies over, and placing it in a jar. I'm about halfway through this and I'm putting this aside. New
lovers. Six more volumes of her diary would follow. Must keep in mind most of this 'great suffering' said artists encounter is self-created though. I
cannot describe my life in facts because the ecstasy does not lie in the facts, in what happens or what I do, but in what is aroused in me and what is
created out of all this When June leaves Paris for New York, Henry and Nin begin a fiery affair that liberates her sexually and morally, but also
undermines her marriage and eventually leads her into psychoanalysis. He says I think as he does. An orgiastic night. It became a necessary part of
her existence, written with melodic lyricism of sex and love. Her chaotic life makes for fun and exciting reading. Once again, Nin is blithely honest
about her profound dishonesty, admitting that she loves telling "marvelous lies" to the men who desire her. The book covers the conclusion of her
and Henry's relationship with June, as well as her relationships with her analysts. I watched the dancing with delight and restlessness and despair.
Seems to be the case for the majority. Lists with This Book. Just read it. Add links. Other books in the series. Yet I cannot have an orgasm. I've
found the one I can play with, play really, play the woman, play everything in my head or body with a blood rhythm. Her graphic account of their
lovemaking and of her incestuous romantic feelings is fairly shocking. I gave her 2 stars because she could turn a pretty phrase occasionally. Other
editions. As she grapples with her own conscience, a single question dominates her thoughts: What will happen when June returns to Paris? Rank
could have led such a serious life that he had never danced. I really used to love reading these Diaries in college. Welcome back. That I slip under
his door while he is analyzing a patient. Fire , flammable to the senses though small in proportion to what must be a complex, multi-layered set of
journals, is as fascinating as a novel compact with sensational characters all portrayed in vibrant colors. In this room I am now alone, in the
evening. But no matter how drunk I am, there are things I can't help seeing, ferociously real things. At his laughter, and tolerance, and tenderness,
the secretary was surprised, moved, and magically affected. HMH Books.

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At times, you get frustrated with her: "Just dump Henry! It became a necessary part of her existence, written with melodic lyricism of sex and love.
In the diaries she seeks, first and foremost to be honest in the portrayal of her inner and outer lives. His wife had only been able to take care of the
sick boy, as Hugh took care of the sick child in me. I was at the typewriter and wrote my own ideas, with the red ribbon, in between. It's
marvelous. More filters. I didn't teach. This is the story of my incendiary neurosis! And the joy it gave him. This article does not cite any sources. It
was night and not morning when I arrived — fittingly, for the night is now the beginning for me and the root of all days. I didn't find this one to have
as insightful writing as some of her other diaries. But no matter how drunk I am, there are things I can't help seeing, ferociously real things. Often in
a state of semi-delirium where she finds herself drowning in her unconscious, she writes that she needs love so abnormally that it all seems natural
to keep several relationships going at once, all the one and the same love. Nin was in the midst of the surrealism movement, the psychoanalysis
movement, and the expatriate community in Paris, and these intellectual influences upon her are evident in her diary entries. I don't like her and her
world, but I admire her courage to be different. Dewey Decimal. Narcisist because she stood just for her illusion of hapiness with all the people in
her life, not standing there, offering everything just for a single individual. But there was no other practical way. Gardenias in his buttonhole and on
my fur collar. So he connects all that happens to us with his analysis, synthesizing, creating, interchanging, giving. Learn how to enable JavaScript
on your browser. I dream, I sleep, I receive. I become June and then his love for me becomes like his love for June — passion. It is like the
marvelous talking one does with one's self, regretting never to attain the same brilliance publicly. It is a story of daring and genius, love and pain,
largely unknown until now. She had way more than just sex in her life: she had Brancusi and Dali as friends, was the love of Henry Miller's life, was
the mistress of Otto Rank, had an incestuous relationship with her To try to describe Anais Nin would be much like an attempt at catching a
nebulae three galaxies over, and placing it in a jar. This book is especially notable for her account and her understanding of female sexuality, as well
as human nature in general. I'm about halfway through this and I'm putting this aside. But like many others, I am wooed over by her generosity. I
thought really that it was his snoring that kept me awake, and that for the sake of sleep I had to run away and find another reason. She is so sure of
her power to create and destruct, she tells herself she lies to each lover to protect them--she is the mother, the tormentor, the lover and the child.
Views Read Edit View history. The night I saw the American Ballet performance: another surrender, another abdication. To try to describe Anais
Nin would be much like an attempt at catching a nebulae three galaxies over, and placing it in a jar. Nov 24, Kent Winward rated it it was
amazing. I catch it so quickly, the feelings, emotions, all the same, the sense of ecstasy, the extravagance, the quickness, the seeing through, the
attitude toward love, the selectivity, the imaginings, the created roles. At times desperate and suicidal, Nin finds life more fulfilling when it conforms
to her dreams—a series of mirages she conjures to avoid reality, the horrors of war, and an America she finds abysmally immature. Error rating
book. I cannot describe my life in facts because the ecstasy does not lie in the facts, in what happens or what I do, but in what is aroused in me
and what is created out of all this Published July 22nd by Mariner Books first published I make him forget his fear and his awkwardness. It has
spread into one vast symphony: our talks, our ideas, our love, his work, on all levels at once, as I always wished to live. Never imagined Dr.
Namespaces Article Talk. This article about a biographical book on writers or poets is a stub. Enabling JavaScript in your browser will allow you
to experience all the features of our site. I didn't liked her way of being. My room. Read an excerpt of this book! I really used to love reading these
Diaries in college. I have to be rent and pulled apart and live according to the demons and the imagination in me. Gonzalo is a sensual volcano,
afire, never enough. Volume One covers the most important years of her relationship with Henry Miller.