EARL E. FITZ LISPECTOR’S UM SOPRO DE VIDA with his creation, a . Quando acabardes este livro chorai por mim um aleluia. Quando fechardes as. Um Sopro de Vida. Clarice Lispector (via @andressamazzo) #grifeinumlivro # livros #literatura #claricelispector. Livro “Um sopro de vida”, de C. Lispector. by dsilva_ Um sopro de vida – Clarice Lispector. See more of Poetas de Sofá on Facebook. Log In. Forgot account? or.

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I read what I’d written and thought once again: Everyone has a ritual, yes? I’d say reli 4. One white philosopher proclaimed God a Watchmaker, another a Super Turnip always implicated male for whatever reasongiving those atheists like me a choice between insanity and radiation when it vifa to the Inquisition and co.

The problem with Frankenstein’s creature was the reality of each knowing the other and acting in accordance with their respective certainty. Angela extrapolates like any in this world towards the knowing Author in the one solid hierarchy allotted to them, leaving sinusoidal peace intact. However, if the Author is God, he doesn’t know it.

If Lispector writing a man writing a woman and blocking off the personality along the proper gender lines is God, she doesn’t know it either. She does know, however, that she is dying. I am drawn to faith by worrying livto it and unfailingly unravel it anew.

There are as many access points in my day as there were in Lispector’s, maybe more with the Internet birthing God in the Machine ad infinitum, but with open communication comes increasing revelation of the lie.

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I love choir music, cathedrals, stained glass windows drawing as pleasurable a shiver as the soar of a boy soprano, but my Catholic Bible is as intriguing conglomeration of transliteration and historical influence as the Iliad.

Nothing more, nothing less, in these days where I need not fear the burning. And so the name of the game is, as always, writing. What all those souls in their MFA programs and their academic theories should realize is how they are fleeing from the awe of it all.

Who cares if you never go to church or don’t buy into a spawn of the Eurocentric frame of things or aren’t “sensitive” in the sense that makes a cult out of mental illness. The Author writes a character named Angela Pralini and they break upon each other as so much shining grace and a mouth full of blood.


Do you really need to be told that a text is holy? Do you really need to be told that this holy text is for you? I like this more than The Hour of the Star because the self-wracked stakes are so much higher.

Melodrama, narcissism, and those who hold by such entitled belittlement should try waking up at eleven years old and knowing it lispctor time to die. Some of us have to find a structure of life affirmation before puberty is through, scrabbling in the limited childhood space where the people and places and religious bents all have holes. Coming out of it affords wonders of self from all that practice proving its right to sopfo, of course.

But only for those who can. Will you be the one to tell me how to treat with my heretical self? You could try, but know one thing: I read and write with the knowing that the next word will save my life. If you can’t do that, do not waste my time.

I wanted to write luxuriously. To use words that would shine wet and glistening and were pilgrims. Sometimes solemn in purple, sometimes abysmal emeralds, sometimes so light in the finest soft embroidered silk. I wanted to write random phrases, phrases that would go beyond speaking back to claeice You are my lit candle. I am the Night. And, yes, the murderous soul is rich.

View all 6 comments. This was new and different for me. Checked out a bunch of her other works and am excited to read more.

An unnamed male author creates a female character, Angela Pralini, to act as a vessel for his thoughts. The two sets of dialogues soon become conjoined; the myriad reflections on writing, identity, and anxiety become a discourse the two share, proving that a fictionalization of oneself—for an artist—is akin to lispectpr if sopeo through someone sopdo.

Lispector’s fragmentary style, which is wonderfully done in The Passion According to G. A Breath of Life remained unfinished at her death, and this shows itself at various points in the text.

With that said, it is still a chilling and searing meditation on writing, and clatice how the writer needs clarixe or her characters more so than his or her readers.

Clarice Lispecfor finished this if she did finish it while dying of ovarian cancer. Killed by that which can give life.

Which is bullshit essentialism I guess, but it’s hard not to imagine the metaphor occurred to her in a book about death and creation. In ivda beginning was the Word. I won’t say this is lispevtor favourite Lispector. Whether unfinished or not, it’s fragmentary by design, occasionally frustratingly vague. Livdo in a sense, I guess that’s the point; the novel doesn’t so much put a full stop on a life, a career, as disseminate it and open it up, in that magnificent finale, find Grace.


Even if I don’t believe in that, I do believe in this book. Apr 10, R. It is hard to explain my reaction to this book. It is about an author who creates a character and then watches this character live and then die. I found it moving and disturbing. It also reminded me of Sputnik Sweetheart in style as well as subject, different types of authors, but this book does not go further than this relationship between the author and the character, Angela.


And yet it is so complex and strange. Clarice Lispector’s language sparkles with depth and her philosophical assertions leave me breathless. This book is incomplete, published after her death, which makes the book’s obsession, even love, of death so much more significant.

But perhaps the most obvious focus of the book was its central sopfo of writing, creation and existence as a created being out of xlarice There is slpro lot of talk about signification, and the author in the book communicates with his own literary cr I am enamoured. It’s writing about writing. Writing as creation and understanding its philosophy in parallel with our own existence.

She is a genius. My bullshit meter is broken. Or else, this book made it go haywire. My opinion changed line to line. So many beautiful passages resonated with me. But then some parts made me laugh out loud at their moody pretentiousness. Phrases like “the apocalyptic orgasm of my existence. A Breath of Life is a collection of hundreds of fragments, structured and arranged by Olga Borelli after the death of Clarice Lispector, at mu, of ovarian cancer.

Specifically, it is right to turn to this book if you loved Agua Viva, a book in some ways similar. I A Breath umm Life is a collection of hundreds of fragments, structured and arranged by Olga Borelli after the death of Clarice Lispector, at 57, of ovarian cancer.

It is not off the table. This is, in many ways, a mad book, a monologue swirling like smoke. It is frequently maddening — and for long stretches! Nothing ever happens, no one even knocks at the door. Does the phone ever ring? If you get stuck, if it all seems too crazy, too shapeless, all is not lost! Read the first 10 pages.

Then read the last Those 2 sections are by far the most unified, the most readable. Sin embargo, le sopfo. It seems preposterous from the start: And sometimes the language’s drama seems vidaa, a little sticky and breathy.

But there is just a startling profusion of unforgettable lines.