Carvalho

‘only in chaos are we conceivable'
Im still trying to understand how this book makes me feel, is almost like a massive waterfall that when approached near it dissolves into air. Bolaño is a natural storyteller and that is undeniable, the capacity of encapsulating so many different stories and perspectives in one book is magnificent. However, sadly, the author ended first than the book and the incomplete marks that his death left on the book are more than visible. The pain of the uncertainty, i wish i could see beyond all of that, i wish i had meet you so you could tell me how things end, even tho a part of me knows. I killed this book pushing it down the window, the rain suffocated the pages, i feel better knowing that the end is far.

‘The bird fights its way out of the egg. The egg is the world. Who would be born must first destroy a world'
First I need to thank my love for not only lending me this book but also for motivating me to finish.
Demian is the book that all youth should at least once read, with the capacity of encapsulating an alive consciousness, Hermman Hesse not only translates the confusion of a young boy but also demonstrate all the aspects of adolescence, the curiosity, the fear, the desire, the punishment. I wish that me, as an early teenager, had been confronted with the same masters that Sinclair have found, given in some ways an answer to the mark I carried on my forehead. however, beyond all the personal connections i could make with the story (believe me, there are many) the book is written in a very beautiful, deep symbolism, where the main character puts into live all its inner demons (literally ha ha ha ).
I feel like if one day was granted to me the possibility of directing a movie, I would love to adapt this book, every scene described in the pages have a very intense visual appeal. especially the scene when his on the church, sad as hell and he asks the priest to play Buxtehude Passacaglia in D minor while he sinks in his own thoughts. this moment will always destroy me.
So to summarize, the book is well written, is all that ‘the catcher in the rye' wish it could be, the translation of one youth, particularly European and middle class (but fully aware of it), an immortal book.
‘The things we see, said Pistorius gently, are the things which are already in us .'
PS: I will not condone the whole thing with fantasizing your friend's mom, if is my friend there is no talk, you getting out of my house.