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This Wild Darkness: The Story of My Death quotes This Wild Darkness: The Story of My Death, litcharts This Wild Darkness: The Story of My Death, symbolism This Wild Darkness: The Story of My Death, summary shmoop This Wild Darkness: The Story of My Death, This Wild Darkness: The Story of My Death 952762f4 It Is Possible Not To Care For Harold Brodkey S Obsessive, Digressive, Almost Plotless Fiction And Still Be Moved By This Memoir Of His Last Sufferings Until His Death, In Mid , Of AIDS Brodkey Was A Writer For Whom Style Was Everything, But In His Own Implacable And Untimely Mortality He Found A Subject Before Which Style Was Nothing In This Assemblage Of Essays, Journal Entries, And Brief Notes, He Confronts His Illness From A Clinical Perspective Without Losing His Ironic Tone Or His Genius For Minutiae In A Sense, Brodkey Wrote Nothing But Autobiography Throughout His Career This, Then, Is A Fitting Final Chapter


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  1. says:

    UN MORSO ALL OSCURIT nella sua imminenza la morte conferisce una certa bellezza alle proprie ore una bellezza che forse non ha corrispettivi, ma che travolgente.Per dirla con Gadda, che del dolore faceva oggetto e tramite di cognizione , finiti tutti i viaggi possibili, l altrove di cui resta da parlare la morte.La letteratura il linguaggio che consente di esprimere il dolore mediandolo razionalmente e cio imponendo all espressione una sorveglianza che lo rende comunicabile la letteratura rende pubblico ci che non si sarebbe potuto dire, o, pi semplicemente, trova le parole per dirlo.Sono pagine che arrivano alla pancia passando dalla testa le emozioni e il dolore non sono mai buttati sulla carta Ci sono le viscere di Harold Brodkey, malato di AIDS malattia che negli anni Novanta si scriveva con le lettere scarlatte della Colpa e del Peccato , passate attraverso la mediazione razionale letteratura, non un colpo basso non un libro piagnone, non c auto indulgenza, Brodkey sembra restare distante in realt , ovviamente, dentro fino in fondo, ma alla sua maniera d altra parte, cos altro potrebbe essere , il suo rifiuto di soffrire, ma soprattutto, direi, di farci soffrire, di essere compatito Non un libro che si potrebbe presentare in TV un libro che deluder parecchio chi cerca la lacrima facile, l emozione immediata sempre e comunque, sopra tutto, soprattutto Il poeta un fingitore finge tanto interamente che sa fingere che dolore il vero dolor che sente, dice Pessoa.Pippo Delbono nello spettacolo teatrale Questo buio feroce.Ma poi, in fondo, no, non cos , basta seguire il ritmo dei capitoli, scandito da passaggi di tempo, che seguono lo sviluppo del male, l approssimarsi della fine primavera 1993, l inizio, l annuncio della malattia 90 pagine estate 1993 10 pagine inverno avanzato 1993 8 pagine primavera 1994, sta meglio, tornato a Venezia 22 pagine estate 1994 6 pagine inizio autunno 1995, un salto temporale che nello stato di salute di Brodkey si trasmette direttamente allo stomaco di me lettore 11 pagine tardo autunno 1995 6 pagine.Ma poi, in fondo, no, non cos perch dentro queste pagine anche raccontata una grande meravigliosa perfetta storia d a, come la vorremmo tutti come le avrei volute tutte Chi non vorrebbe essere descritto cos In lei adesso vedo un aspetto da Orlando padre e madre, moglie e marito e figlio e figlia se stessa e me degli anni andati.Tilda Swinton in Orlando di Sally Potter, 1992 Devo dire che disprezzo vivere se non posso farlo a modo mio. E ancora, proprio alla fine Se dovessi rinunciare a quello che ho scritto per guarire da questa malattia, non lo farei.Chapeau, Mr Brodkey.Ancora Delbono nell omonimo adattamento teatrale del 2006.


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    Rating 2.5 of fiveThe Publisher Says It is possible not to care for Harold Brodkey s obsessive, digressive, almost plotless fiction and still be moved by this memoir of his last sufferings until his death, in mid 1996, of AIDS Brodkey was a writer for whom style was everything, but in his own implacable and untimely mortality he found a subject before which style was nothing In this assemblage of essays, journal entries, and brief notes, he confronts his illness from a clinical perspective without losing his ironic tone or his genius for minutiae In a sense, Brodkey wrote nothing but autobiography throughout his career this, then, is a fitting final chapter.My Review Fabulous language, gorgeous emotional honesty, and why in the end do I care so little His wife seems to me a woman who made a bad bargain and stuck with it he seems self aware and unblinkingly honest about his fate, but some essential something that would give this book its heart wasn t put into it I suppose it could be the supre tight focus on Brodkey s death and death alone that makes me feel somehow bereft of personal feeling Perhaps I feel slightly uninterested because I know so little of the man himself before the illness I can t really be certain, since my editorial sense deserted me as I read this book I fell into a fogged unwillingness to read or stop reading, a very unusual state for me A very strange book This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution NonCommercial ShareAlike 3.0 Unported License.


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    Em Esta Feroz Escurid o A Hist ria da minha Morte de Harold Brodkey o leitor confrontado com a consci ncia que o autor tem da sua pr pria vida e morte desde que lhe revelado ter uma doen a fatal, SIDA, passando pelos v rios est gios de menor ou maior aceita o do seu inef vel destino.Acompanhamos a sua luta em debelar doen as associadas SIDA e em ultrapassar as barreiras psicol gicas associadas doen a que, mesmo no meio cosmopolita de Nova Iorque parece, quele tempo 1993 1994 , ainda se apresentar como um obst culo normal conviv ncia, suscitando inc modos e preconceitos sem fundamento.Seguimos ainda a vida familiar do autor paciente em que o foco central Ellen, a sua mulher que assume o controlo de todos os aspectos relacionados com o seu tratamento e bem estar, e que tenta at ao fim manter a normalidade poss vel nas suas vidas, apesar do cada vez mais debilitante estado de Harold E, curiosamente, no momento de maior debilidade, instala se uma paz e uma felicidade dif ceis de traduzir O relato feito na primeira pessoa, aproxima nos do autor, e n o se limita narra o das etapas da doen a que o assola Harold Brodkey conversa com o leitor, transporta o at sua inf ncia de rf o, sua adolesc ncia de abusos sofridos, idade adulta onde prevaleceu a homossexualidade, e na confiss o volunt ria que nos faz, n o h autocomisera o, apenas o realismo e a frieza dos factos que integram a sua viv ncia enquanto ser humano o homem fortaleza que se revela no seu momento de maior fragilidade.Um livro com uma dimens o humana imensa que nos submerge nas experi ncias e pensamentos de um homem condenado a viver a sua morte.


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    A morte uma chatice Mas a vida tamb m n o interessante Harold Brodkey, escritor norte americano cujo estilo alguns comparam a David Foster Wallace nasceu em 1930 e morreu em 1996.Teve uma inf ncia de abusos, por parte do pai adoptivo, que o marcaram e condicionaram a sua vida adulta Os homens tresandam a raiva e, por isso, sempre preferi as mulheres e os homossexuais Devido ao seu aspecto f sico foi desejado por homens e mulheres Marilyn Monroe foi uma das suas amantes Teve v rios relacionamentos amorosos e contagiado com sida, por um dos seus amantes, a qual lhe diagnosticada vinte anos depois TENHO SIDA ESTOU SURPREENDIDO POR T LA Com estas palavras H Brodkey inic a o seu ultimo livro, no qual conta a hist ria da sua morte e reconhece a generosidade e o apoio dos que o acompanharam nos seus derradeiros momentos, principalmente a sua mulher a escritora Ellen Schwamm cujo amor e lealdade estiveram presentes at ao final.Um relato her ico do esfor o e coragem de um homem para manter a dignidade, apesar da decad ncia f sica A agulha substitui o beijo A morte e eu estamos em plena colis o frontal, pura avers o m tua A morte n o quer ningu m que sabe a rem dios, est inchado e coberto de manchas Uma hist ria exemplar de como aceitar a morte como algo inevit vel, mas n o necessariamente mau Mas estou agora a viajar na gua male vel, sob o c u e deriva ou o me rir, de nervoso ao principio e, depois, genuinamente fascinado O riso est todo minha volta


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    Being ill like this combines shock this time I will die with a pain and agony that are unfamiliar, that wrench me out of myself It is like visiting one s funeral, like visiting loss in its purest and most monumental form, this wild darkness, which is not only unknown but which one cannot enter as oneself Now one belongs entirely to nature, to time identity was a game It isn t cruel what happens next, it is merely a form of being caught Memory, so complete and clear or so evasive, has to be ended, has to be put aside, as if one were leaving a chapel and bringing the prayer to an end in one s head It is death that goes down to the center of the earth, the great burial church the earth is, and then to the curved ends of the universe, as light is said to do.Having only read some of Harold Brodkey s anthologised short stories, I was nonetheless intrigued enough by the concept of a memoir of his final illness, This Wild Darkness The Story of My Death, to pick it up And I m glad I did despite its brevity 177 small pages in my edition , it contains everything a memoir should brief overview of childhood, career, relationships and everything that a talented literary mind might note about the experience of impending death After finishing it, I was unsurprised to learn in my Googling around that what might seem like flaws in the tone this work arrogance, defensiveness, self absorption are criticisms that had been flung at Brodkey throughout his entire career indeed, all of his fiction might be considered reworked memoir, with This Wild Darkness his necessarily focussed capstone I was never unaware that Brodkey, having been given a terminal diagnosis, had a unique opportunity to shape a reader s final impression of him and his work it would be impossible to say what is plain truth and what was moulded for posterity but I choose to take Brodkey at his word this is an affecting and enlightening account of a life, and a death.In the spring of 1993, Brodkey was diagnosed with AIDS, and just short of three years later, he would die Over those years, he continued to live his life with the support of his devoted wife, the novelist Ellen Schwamm continued to work on his previous writing projects continued to travel began composing what would become This Wild Darkness I could summarise his biography as Brodkey shared it, but I really only want to let him speak here to use a few snippets to demonstrate the evolution of his approach to his own death Immediately post prognosis Having accepted death long ago in order to be physically and morally free to some extent, I am not crushed by this final sentence of death, at least not yet, and I don t think it is denial Why should it be different now Ought I to crack up because a bluff has been called I am sick and exhausted, numbed and darkened, by my approximate dying a few weeks ago from Pneumocystis , and consider death a silence, a silence and a privacy and an untouchabilty, as no reactions and opinions, as a relief, a privilege, a lucky and grateful symmetrical silence to be grateful for.From the spring of 1994 Often in the afternoons I wake after a nap with an awful sense of its being over and that it never meant much I never had a life The valuable sweetness and the hard work are infected by the fact of death they no longer seem to have been so wonderful, but they are all I had And then I want to be comforted I want my old, unthreatening forms of silence, and comedy and cowardice I want breath and stories and the world. From the summer 1994 I don t want any human gesture of solidarity I feel quite human anyway, infinitely human, which is to say merely human, and I don t feel the need for physical reassurance I find the silence of God to be very beautiful, even when the silence is directed at me. And from the final entry I am standing on an unmoored raft, a punt moving on the flexing, flowing face of a river It is precarious The unknowing, the taut balance, the jolts and the instability spread in widening ripples through all my thoughts Peace There was never any in the world But in the pliable water, under the sky, unmoored, I am traveling now and hearing myself laugh, at first with nerves and then with genuine amazement It is all around me. I was constantly marking passages in this book Brodkey s turns of phrase suit my taste to a tee and his stated acceptance of his fate seems a lesson in grace and dignity for us all Sad but true while in his lifetime Brodkey was expected to be the American Proust and elevate memoir to a form that would live forever, none of his books two short story collections, two novels, this memoir, some posthumous releases are carried in either my local library or the bookstore where I work twenty years after his death, Brodkey is all but forgotten And that s a pity.


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    bom algumas partes do livro e da hist ria de vida do autor s o mesmo marcantes.


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    More a dissertation on Living rather then DyingHarold Brodkey, now fifteen years after his death, remains in the highest category of writers of the English language And this is a fine time to return to his memoirs THIS WILD DARKNESS THE STORY OF MY DEATH simply to be reminded about how completely involved in the cycle of life Brodkey lived There is nothing maudlin about these 177 pages of thoughts about his history of being diagnosed with AIDS and succumbing to it, and though the reader does feel the author s flirtation with the idea of the joy of being alive, Brodkey freely talks about the act of dying as a rather ordinary part of the cycle of being on the earth While some author s faced with the act of dying fill pages of memoirs with remorse, Brodkey instead shares his own experiences freely from a very honest account of his contraction of the disease, to a discussion of his sexuality, a discussion that spends the majority of time in praise of his wife Ellen, to his thoughts on the act of dying His discussions about his physician Barry who informs him of his diagnosis is a story within a story and one not at all unlike the author s novels But perhaps those of us who deeply admire Harold Brodkey s gifts can find special meaning in some of his last thoughts I regret having been so polite in the past I d like to trample on at least a dozen people Maybe I will live long enough to do just that before I waste away to the point where I can t trample on a goose feather Anyway, I have been in bed, in the fetal position, for two weeks I wish were young I am sick of leaves and fresh air Nature doesn t seem serious enough, or rather it seems TOO serious on the death front And the final sentences from this book Peace There was never any in the world But in the pliable water, under the sky, unmoored, I am traveling now and hearing myself laugh, at first with nerves and then with genuine amazement It is all around me This book is a gift for the living reading it makes the ordinary aspects of living so divine Grady Harp


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    I feel bad not liking a brave book that tries to describe the process of a stigmatizing, torturous death from AIDS before HAART But I just didn t, Brodkey is such a narcissist and so overall unpleasant I can handle gloom and negativity but his nihilistic arrogance just irked me I liked the metaphors of death as the great silence.


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    Harold Brodkey es sencillamente todo un personaje nace en 1930 en Illinois con una infancia digna de cualquier novela maldita, y con una vida en exceso interesante sobre sus hombros, es dif cil resumir tanta historia de manera corta, muchas leyendas urbanas existen sobre Brodkey y sus controversiales opiniones, en mas de una oportunidad sol a afirmar en publico y privado que escritores como Norman Mailer y Saul Bellow se robaban muchas de sus frases, que gracias a su f sico hombres y mujeres hab an ca do bajo sus encantos Marilyn Monroe entre ellas , y que hasta Sean Connery hab a robado su estilo para Indiana Jones algo que es sin duda cierto es que Harold Bloom afirm sobre Brodkey en mas de una oportunidad que era el Proust americano, sin paralelo alguno desde Faulkner y esto ya es una se al muy confiable de la calidad que pose a Brodkey en la actualidad algunos lo comparan con el desaparecido David Foster Wallace en su estilo.La bibliograf a de Brodkey consta de 4 libros de relatos, 2 novelas y 3 ensayos, y con Editorial Anagrama editando 5 de ellos en espa ol, es con Esta Salvaje Oscuridad La Historia de mi Muerte mi primer contacto real con el, anteriormente solo tuve la oportunidad de leer uno que otro de sus relatos en Internet, dej ndome bastante satisfecho su pluma.Harold Brodkey es diagnosticado con SIDA en la primavera de 1993, despu s de haber publicado su Obra mas importante en la que trabaj durante mas de 25 a os El Alma Fugitiva , el d a en que recibe la terrible noticia decide emprender un viaje de sinceridad absoluta para dejar constancia del sufrimiento que le tocar a vivir durante los 2 a os que le quedar an por delante una frase importante para Brodkey siempre ser a no creo en la privacidad y este libro da prueba de su absoluta fidelidad a eso, es un verdadero viaje por el sufrimiento y el dolor de un ser humano con mucho talento que sabe que tiene una fecha cercana para despedirse.La Obra comienza con una frase demoledora Tengo Sida Me sorprende , para quien no lo haya le do jam s ya sabe que el libro es crudo y directo, que estamos siendo invitados a la despedida de un ser humano que quiere dejar por escrito todo lo que le tocar vivir desde ese d a, durante el viaje uno se encuentra con su esposa Ellen quien decide cargar con el peso de alguien que se muere lentamente, anim ndolo a escribir este testamento literario donde el cad ver vivo comienza a vomitar sobre el papel su posici n radical ante la vida La vida es una especie de horror Esta bien, pero cansa Uno se va debilitando , su terrible ni ez, el abuso que vivi con su padrastro y como su madre lo vendi a otra familia por 300 , su bisexualidad irresponsable no oculta que lo condenar a en el futuro, su critica a la hipocres a con el sexo, su repulsi n en algunos momentos hacia el ser humano Somos escoria , y el miedo al rechazo de los que son vistos como la peor infecci n cuando los vecinos y los amigos se enteran de su enfermedad Brodkey no deja ning n ladrillo en pie en este viaje hacia su muerte.Existen muchos momentos duros como descubrir que su felicidad se encuentra cuando vive los peores momentos acompa ado por Ellen a quien demuestra un amor simplemente infinito sin ella saberlo, Brodkey sabe que es una lucha de David sin honda contra Goliat, o como el mismo llega a describirlo, como un viaje durante un a o donde su muerte es como las hojas sec ndose de un rbol Esta Salvaje Oscuridad La Historia de mi Muerte es un libro corto, duro y contundente, muy crudo y doloroso, no deber a pasar desapercibido entre los que gusten de biograf as escritas con dolor y sangre.http bitacoradelscriptorium.blogspo


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    Puoi trovare questa recensione anche sul mio blog La siepe di Questo buio feroce un libro pieno di sapori contrastanti possiamo trovarci l a e la morte, il dolore e la felicit , la verit e la fame di bugie, la stanchezza e la voglia di fare, la forza e il disfacimento.Dimenticate le frasi strappalacrime sull ingiustizia di beccarsi una malattia che nel 1993 non lasciava scampo l AIDS Harold Brodkey era un giornalista e ha voluto lasciarci una testimonianza del suo avvicinarsi alla morte a causa di una malattia in odore di infamia e depravazione e a tratti sfoggia un ironia che difficilmente non vi strapper un sorriso Il guaio della morte sulla soglia di casa che sta succedendo proprio a te E anche, che non sei pi l eroe della tua storia, e nemmeno il narratore. Nel corso del libro, Brodkey non manca di sottolineare i suoi momenti di felicit , basati su quello strano e documentato fenomeno secondo il quale si vive pi intensamente quando le nostre aspettative di vita sono drasticamente e certamente ridimensionate Tuttavia, neanche prova mai a indorarsi la pillola sa che dovr morire, che sar solo questione di poco tempo A volte va bene, a volte terribile a volte gli sembra di aver vissuto una vita piena e soddisfacente, a volte gli appare tutto cos vano un ritratto molto umano quello che Brodkey fa di se stesso senza certezze, senza Dio che, anche se c , lontano , senza pace perch la pace nel nostro mondo non mai esistita Solo un uomo sull orlo di questo melodrammatico pozzo, che rappresenta la perdita nella sua forma pi pura e pi monumentale, questo buio feroce, che oltre a essere sconosciuto, un buio in cui non puoi entrare come te stesso.Ma Questo buio feroce non si limita a essere una cronaca di una morte annunciata anche uno sguardo lucido sulla sua contemporaneit , su una societ cos presa dai suoi costrutti da aver smarrito la sua umanit La vita borghese animata da una forte tendenza a mentire, a nascondere le cose Preferisco essere franco sull AIDS e farmi beffe dell umiliazione pubblica, piuttosto che provare la reale umiliazione Preferisco impegnarmi per far s che questa morte assomigli il pi possibile a qualsiasi altra fine La gentilezza dice sempre molto sul significato dell universo, ma forse una qualit che conta e riluce di pi applicata a questa malattia che a qualsiasi altra in questo momento Forse perch questa malattia si prende beffe pi pesantemente di ogni altra di tutto ci che uno era prima mentalmente e fisicamente, socialmente ed eroticamente, emotivamente e politicamente.E davvero non so so cos altro aggiungere.


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