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A celebration of the liberating power of consciousness—a triumphant book that lets us witness an indomitable spirit and share in the pure joy of its own survival. In 1995, Jean-Dominique Bauby was the editor-in-chief of French Elle, the father of two young childen, a 44-year-old man known and loved for his wit, his style, and his impassioned approach to life. By the end of the year he was also the victim of a rare kind of stroke to the brainstem. After 20 days in a coma, Bauby awoke into a body which had all but stopped working: only his left eye functioned, allowing him to see and, by blinking it, to make clear that his mind was unimpaired. Almost miraculously, he was soon able to express himself in the richest detail: dictating a word at a time, blinking to select each letter as the alphabet was recited to him slowly, over and over again. In the same way, he was able eventually to compose this extraordinary book. By turns wistful, mischievous, angry, and witty, Bauby bears witness to his determination to live as fully in his mind as he had been able to do in his body. He explains the joy, and deep sadness, of seeing his children and of hearing his aged father's voice on the phone. In magical sequences, he imagines traveling to other places and times and of lying next to the woman he loves. Fed only intravenously, he imagines preparing and tasting the full flavor of delectable dishes. Again and again he returns to an "inexhaustible reservoir of sensations," keeping in touch with himself and the life around him. Jean-Dominique Bauby died two days after the French publication of The Diving Bell and the Butterfly. This book is a lasting testament to his life.
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This book may seem to be an odd choice when you are in a gorgeous resort by the beach, but as I read this book I grew more appreciative of my surroundings and the life I am living. What would you do if tomorrow you end up trapped in a body that stopped working, but your mind is still furiously working and aware that you might as well be dead? You grow incredibly appreciative of your life, that's what. I, for one, as I finished the book at my sea view chalet, felt thankful that I was alive and able to appreciate the.l beauty around me.
Même si le fait d'écrire un livre dans cet état relève du défi, je n'ai pas trouvé personnellement énormément d'intérêt au livre, si ce n'est une enfilade de moments sans vraiment de liens ou d'évolution. Bien sûr la condition interpelle, certains moments sont touchants, mais ce n'est pas exactement un incontournable.
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“I am fading away. Slowly but surely. Like the sailor who watches the home shore gradually disappear, I watch my past recede. My old life still burns within me, but more and more if it is reduced to the ashes of memory.”