A better title might be The Books of Disquiet. Each entry in this fictional diary of one Bernardo Soares represents an attempt to create a distinct biography. The Book of Disquiet (Penguin Classics) [Fernando Pessoa, RICHARD Zenith] on *FREE* shipping on qualifying offers. The prizewinning. The Book of Disquiet: The Complete Edition [Fernando Pessoa, Jerónimo Pizarro , Margaret Jull Costa] on *FREE* shipping on qualifying offers.

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I knew a bit of Pessoa before I picked up this book. In his introduction, he writes that “if Bernardo Soares does not measure up to the full Pessoa, neither are his diary writings the sum total of Disquietudeto which he was after all a johnny-come-lately. One has to slow down while reading to savor the beauty of Pessoa’s prose.

This book is my cowardice. As Adorno famously said, the finished work is, in fernnado times and climate of anguish, a lie. But from being born into it, I’ll disquiwt already died long ago.

In a moment of enlightenment, I realized that I’m nobody, absolutely nobody. For me the external world is pure sensation. Am I saying nonsense?

‘The Book of Disquiet’ Is the Weirdest Autobiography Ever

The Factless Autobiography Pessoa introduced his views on life and destiny — along with so many things. According to this book, Soares was not a pessimist. One source of frustration is that, upon completing it, I discovered that the version I had read translated by Margaret Jull Costa was pages, whereas the Penguin Classics version translated by Richard Zenith is pages.

Loading comments… Trouble loading? Suicide seems a dubious remedy, and natural death — even assuming it brings unconsciousness — an insufficient one. But how can an abyss have a wall? He was a fully-fledged persona, clearly differentiated from Pessoa and many other heteronyms he used to imagine and write other discrete aspects of his work. Drunk with life or the lack of it. A wake up call, of sorts. But everything is imperfect.


He wrote “B of D” in that richly germinal l “B of D” is a work of pure genius written in gloriously lyrical, existential prose: I found myself longing for the type of solitude Pessoa experienced, those many decades before our lives were invaded by television and the world was cinched tight by the Internet and social media.

It is always a welcome reinforcement when I come across a book penned by a fellow recluse—and The Book of Disquiet could be a solitary soul’s bible, so powerfully does it speak in the language of single-place table settings, corner-chair cobwebs and bachelor apartments. Who are the four greatest Portuguese poets of the 20th century?

I was robbed of any possibility of having existed before the world. I devoured every word of “B of D” by Pessoa who had the misfortune to remain largely undiscovered and unread until long after his death. My soul was stripped of the comfort and warmth of the mundane, but already I feel myself slipping back into the world and out of myself. My friends say I’ll be one of the greatest contemporary poets – they say this based on what I’ve written, not what I may yet write.

I demand nothing more from myself than to be a spectator of life. So much rain… My flesh is watery around my physical sensation of it. It will be worth rereading if I ever disquiett sinking into this train of thought; it’ll definitely be a sign that I need a change, a vacation of sorts.

Decadence is the total loss of unconsciousness, which is the very basis of life. I used to think a lot about how ‘The’ Universe existed only for, and visquiet, me Nov 23, K.

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‘The Book of Disquiet’ Is the Weirdest Autobiography Ever

And still, somehow, I am not alone. A breath of music or of a dream, of something that would make me almost feel, something that would make me not think. It is the story of his life, which was very little but intellectual.

The tremor of a cherry blossom branch, the sophistication of a hydrangea, the humility of a eucalyptus tree. While his happiness is as painful as [his] pain.

I weep over my imperfect pages, but if future generations read them, they will be more touched by my weeping than by any perfection I might have achieved, since perfection would have kept me from weeping and, therefore, from writing. Why is art beautiful? This book will forever be synonymous with transition and grief, exploration and longing.

To suffer visquiet suffering, to want without desire, to think without reason.

If you’re into stuff like this, you can read the full review. They seldom embellish and seem quite comfortable with how and who they are. Fernando Pessoa was many writers in one. I’d even dare to say that th I have this habit of keeping a pencil close by when I’m reading a book which I know is going to have some passages I want to remember.

Well now, what’s mostly happened with my copy of the “The book of disquiet” by Fernando Pessoa is that there is something underlined in almost every page of the book. Then someone put them in some kind of order and made a stunning book.