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A review by scalixtro
Thirst for Love by Yukio Mishima
3.5
How profoundly exhausting and tragic it was to live within Etusko, the embodiment of a pool too shallow and poorly built to contain such a viscous mixture of desperation and madness.
Her intentions to feed off untreated pain to justify her disillusioned reality of obsession, created an environment that was slowly consuming and ultimately unchangeable. There was nothing she could do, with such finite hopes, that would merge the worlds of what will be and what should be any longer.
Her narration began with a lucid experience of death, a permanent stasis to her love, to be the completeness she longed for. In the absence of fleeting memories and experiences with which she attached the most ravenous of emotions to, her unconscious desire to find this in the living, came to a tragic and pre-determined conclusion: she never will.
So, Etsuko’s unconscious mind remains ignorant to the knowledge of where her love truly stems from and with whom it can latch itself on to. This depth of a void that can only become full and bloated with emotional suffering, is the identifier of the reality with which she intends to create. It is this simple ecstasy that drives Etsuko to the precipice of a forced reconciliation with this dormant notion: she truly loves in death.
“Thus my suffering will be complete. My suffering will be a perfect thing, a finished thing. Then maybe I will get some relief. A brief, a false ease will be mine. That I shall cling to. That chimera I shall trust. . .”
Her intentions to feed off untreated pain to justify her disillusioned reality of obsession, created an environment that was slowly consuming and ultimately unchangeable. There was nothing she could do, with such finite hopes, that would merge the worlds of what will be and what should be any longer.
Her narration began with a lucid experience of death, a permanent stasis to her love, to be the completeness she longed for. In the absence of fleeting memories and experiences with which she attached the most ravenous of emotions to, her unconscious desire to find this in the living, came to a tragic and pre-determined conclusion: she never will.
So, Etsuko’s unconscious mind remains ignorant to the knowledge of where her love truly stems from and with whom it can latch itself on to. This depth of a void that can only become full and bloated with emotional suffering, is the identifier of the reality with which she intends to create. It is this simple ecstasy that drives Etsuko to the precipice of a forced reconciliation with this dormant notion: she truly loves in death.
“Thus my suffering will be complete. My suffering will be a perfect thing, a finished thing. Then maybe I will get some relief. A brief, a false ease will be mine. That I shall cling to. That chimera I shall trust. . .”