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_tourist's review against another edition
umberto told me to read it. i will stop listening to umberto.
ozielbispo's review against another edition
4.0
O narrador- personagem vivendo em uma ilusão que beira à loucura , não consegue se decidir entres essas beldades : Aurélie, Sylvie e Adrienne. Mas será que ele na verdade prefere este estado ilusório ou é apenas um escape para uma realidade intangível? Teremos que ler o livro para saber. O que percebemos , é que a mente do narrador está toda confusa; Aurelie para ele é apenas uma manifestação presente de seu amor que sentira no passado por Adrienne, e Sylvie é apenas uma encarnação de Adrienne a quem também amou.
Nessa confusão de tempos, de pedaços de memórias ,o livro segue . Pede-se que se preste bem atenção, pois às vezes não dá para saber se uma cena está realmente acontecendo no presente ou é um fragmento do passado.
O narrador é incansável. Além de inúmeras festas que ela frequenta,Seu trajeto é desde Paris onde vai ver a apresentação de Aurelie em um teatro, depois retorna a Valois , pequeno povoado no interior da França , para se encontrar com sua amiga de infância Sylvie, depois parte para um convento onde imagina poder encontrar a deusa Adrienne, depois retorna para Sylvie, e assim sucessivamente. E assim vai se perdendo o nosso narrador nessas diferentes versões do amor...
O livroivro tem uma narrativa maravilhosa ,tudo isso tendo como fundo as maravilhosas paisagens rurais da França. O livro foi venerado por Proust,Eco,. Não preciso dizer mais nada.
Alguns meses depois da publicação do livro , Gérard de Nerval, se suicida, em 1855.
Nessa confusão de tempos, de pedaços de memórias ,o livro segue . Pede-se que se preste bem atenção, pois às vezes não dá para saber se uma cena está realmente acontecendo no presente ou é um fragmento do passado.
O narrador é incansável. Além de inúmeras festas que ela frequenta,Seu trajeto é desde Paris onde vai ver a apresentação de Aurelie em um teatro, depois retorna a Valois , pequeno povoado no interior da França , para se encontrar com sua amiga de infância Sylvie, depois parte para um convento onde imagina poder encontrar a deusa Adrienne, depois retorna para Sylvie, e assim sucessivamente. E assim vai se perdendo o nosso narrador nessas diferentes versões do amor...
O livroivro tem uma narrativa maravilhosa ,tudo isso tendo como fundo as maravilhosas paisagens rurais da França. O livro foi venerado por Proust,Eco,. Não preciso dizer mais nada.
Alguns meses depois da publicação do livro , Gérard de Nerval, se suicida, em 1855.
franderochefort's review against another edition
4.0
I came to Gerard de Nerval's short novella Sylvie 1) through a comparison I heard made with Madame Bovary through its exploration of love as an end in itself, the state of being "in love with love" and the eternal and 2) through Proust's fascination with it - the influence it had is really obvious to see as this is a book absolutely obsessed with memory and the places, things, sensations etc. that go with them as well as the worldly sadness as we watch a world that feels most real and natural to us - that of our childhood, in particular - disappear or alter beyond recognition, places changing shape, people disappearing from our lives and so on. As I also suggested, it's very much a novel about a man and his lifelong intoxication and infatuations with women, specifically three of them - we begin with the actress Aurelie, but as it turns out this is but an illusion, a case of her being mistaken for a girl he saw only once in his childhood but who coloured every romance and the trajectory of his life ever since, Adrienne. She is contrasted with the Sylvie of the title who represents a more realistic love, one he at first ignores only to run back towards by which point it's all too late.
Adrienne is most interesting for her only appearance early in the book, one which is never forgotten as even while pursuing Sylvie our narrator seems to really be looking for her, as when he considers detouring into a convent, as Adrienne had disappeared from life when she was sent to a convent some years after the meeting (and perhaps his love for Sylvie is part of his attempt to relive and capture at least part of the memory of that unforgettable day). Maybe this is me projecting my own nature more widely but I feel like all of us have an Adrienne of kinds, a dream and ideal we're forever chasing after that lies just beyond and out of reach from wherever we go, an unquenchable desire for completion that is impossible in an imperfect existence; reading this brought out that side of me for definite, and the potent evocation of lost worlds and memories that exist as the only fragments of them made me feel a deep sadness for the same events and people in my own life. A beautiful, entrancing work.
Adrienne is most interesting for her only appearance early in the book, one which is never forgotten as even while pursuing Sylvie our narrator seems to really be looking for her, as when he considers detouring into a convent, as Adrienne had disappeared from life when she was sent to a convent some years after the meeting (and perhaps his love for Sylvie is part of his attempt to relive and capture at least part of the memory of that unforgettable day). Maybe this is me projecting my own nature more widely but I feel like all of us have an Adrienne of kinds, a dream and ideal we're forever chasing after that lies just beyond and out of reach from wherever we go, an unquenchable desire for completion that is impossible in an imperfect existence; reading this brought out that side of me for definite, and the potent evocation of lost worlds and memories that exist as the only fragments of them made me feel a deep sadness for the same events and people in my own life. A beautiful, entrancing work.
likecymbeline's review against another edition
1.0
Umberto Eco went on and on about this in [b:Six Walks in the Fictional Woods|10530|Six Walks in the Fictional Woods|Umberto Eco|https://images.gr-assets.com/books/1386919367s/10530.jpg|1278512] and elsewhere I'm sure, so I thought I ought to read it. It sounded exceptional, elusive, playing with time and memory, with elements of Romanticism and lost beauty and all the other things that you can name to gain my immediate attention. As ever, I don't know if the problem is in the translation, though I looked at two side-by-side in the library before making my impulsive choice, but part of the problem was that I just could not care less about the narrator or these idealised women he loves and loses. The problem is that even now, catching little biographical anecdotes or praise from other esteemed writers I feel that the problem must be with me somehow, that I did not appreciate it properly because I read it at the wrong time or in the wrong way or in the wrong translation, but I just could! not! care!
pingin505's review against another edition
3.0
Pretty writing but bullshit love stories... what a selfish dude, our narrator. Presented as a dreamer and seeker of romantically unfulfilled passions... Oh goddess.
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