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Memórias Póstumas de Brás CubasIn these memoirs Braz Cubas a wealthy nineteenth century Brazilian examines from beyond the grave his rather undistinguished life in 160 short chapters that ar “Do not mourn the dead They know what they are doing” ― Clarice Lispector The Hour of the StarWith those lines Lispector might have introduced this novel by her countryman Told from the other side of the grave we learn of the narrator’s small successes and small failures ultimately balanced in the totality of things Braz Cubas the narrator provides his autobiography and his philosophy with a gentle humor in a novel which anticipates the best of meta fiction breaking with a Romantic literary tradition in South America and leaping into a Realism that feels contemporary”Come my great lecher the voluptuousness of extinction awaits you”Braz Cubas describes his romances and political aspirations with a detachmentThe sharp and judicial eye of public opinion loses its power as soon as we enter the territory of death I do not deny that it sometimes glances this way and examines and judges us but we dead folk are not concerned about its judgment You who still live believe me there is nothing in the world so monstrously vast as our indifference He constantly cajoles and engages the reader ’Tis good to be sad and say nothing’ When I read these words of Shakespeare I felt within me an echo a delicious echo I remember sitting under a tamarind tree with the poet’s book open in my hands and my spirit as crestfallen as a sick chicken I pressed my silent grief to my breast and experienced a curious feeling something that might be called the voluptuousness of misery Voluptuousness of misery Memorize this phrase reader; store it away take it out and study it from time to time and if you do not succeed in understanding it you may conclude you have missed one of the most subtle emotions of which man is capable He likens life to the constant revision of a bookLet Pascal say man is a thinking reed He is wrong; man is a thinking erratum Each period in life is a new edition that corrects the preceding one and that in turn will be corrected by the next until publication of the definitive edition which the publisher donates to the wormsHe encourages the slow reading the consideration of his text by direct challenge I am beginning to be sorry that I ever undertook to write this book Not that it bores me; I have nothing else to do; indeed it is a welcome distraction to eternity But the book is tedious it smells of the tomb it has a rigor mortis about it; a serious fault a yet a relatively small one for the great defect of this book is you reader And the slow reading the thoughtful consideration pays off Language Camaraderie with the narrator unreliable and freuently unlikeable as he is wins us over A constant source for highlighting and reflection The best way to not be ‘the great defect’ is to read this one as the narrator reads himself Savory Imagine if you will this title said aloud with an accent of one type or another do you hear “Epitaph for a Small Weiner” I feel a certain amount of shame mentioning this however the narrator does on several occasions express concern over his ‘small sword’ while Napoleon had a ‘large sword’ Just something to think about but not for all that lo

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Memórias Póstumas de Brás Cubas eBook Ö Paperback Read ´ In these memoirs Braz Cubas a wealthy nineteenth century Brazilian examines from beyond the grave his rather undistinguished life in 160 short chapters that are filled with philosophical digressions and exuberant insights A clear forerunner of Gabriel García MáE filled with philosophical digressions and exuberant insights A clear forerunner of Gabriel García Máruez and Jorge Luis Borges Epitaph for a Small Winner f this book is written with apathy with the apathy of a man now freed of the brevity of the century a supinely philosophical work of an uneual philosophy now austere now playful something that neither builds nor destroys neither inflames nor cools and yet it is than a pastime and less than an apostolateMy Goodreads morning started on an emotional note today I logged in and found a book recommendation by Ali friendly comments from Dolors and Dustin the surprised mention of my name in Manny’s review and lovely messages in the inbox What could I have asked for The update feed however presented a different and grim story altogether A chilling reminder about the unfavorable direction this site is heading towards A site which is of by and for the readers Good readers Great readers readers without whose recommendations and reviews I wouldn’t be the reader I’m today Emotions surged up when I started imagining the what ifs scenarios and when you dedicate a huge chunk of your time to a virtual world the happenings in that world whether positive or negative affects you in incommensurable proportions It’s affecting me too and I would like to extend my heartiest thanks to each and everyone who are raising their voice in protest and hope that whatever happens the good reader in you will persevere and find blissful solace in wonderful booksMay I recommend The Posthumous Memoirs of Bras Cubas Death is inevitable and melancholy is alright but what fun to have an everlasting smile pasted on your face while reading a book Bras Cubas is dead but gifted us all these wonderful posthumous memoirs Why Posthumous Probably our narrator a supposed alter ego of our author was seeking a full fledged creative freedom and wanted to break all the rules of writing that must be in practice during his time The year was 1880 and Joauim Maria Machado de Assis gave us this enchanting literary treat which surely holds the power to fascinate everyone of us in the present world of countless genres and sub genres He had no other philosophy Nor did I I'm not saying that the university hadn't taught me some philosophical truths But I'd only memorized the formulas the vocabulary the skeleton I treated them as I had Latin I put three lines from Virgil in my pocket two from Horace and a dozen moral and political locutions for the needs of conversation I treated them the way I treated history and jurisprudence I picked up the phraseology of all things the shell the decoration The truth in his humor the irony in his innocent expressions and the wisdom in his reckless way of living life while he lived will make you instantly fall in love with Cubas He’s not perfect but he’s perfectly human The writer in him finds a way of telling us his witty intentions without sticking to conventions as apparent in the following uotes What looks like a simple inventory here are notes I'd taken for a sad and banal chapter that I won't write I found in her a certain ethereal softness wedded to the polish of earthly forms—a vague expression and worthy of a chapter in which everything must be vagueFew tears lots of laughs and random sig

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Irst published in 1880 is one of the wittiest self portraits in literary history as well as “one of the masterpieces of Brazilian literature” Salman Rushdi “I wrote it with a playful pen and melancholy ink and it isn’t hard to foresee what can come out of that marriage I might add that serious people will find some semblance of a normal novel while frivolous people won’t find their usual one here There it stands deprived of the esteem of the serious and the love of the frivolous the two main pillars of opinion”Although The Posthumous Memoirs of Brás Cubas are written in a very frolicsome manner the book is abundant in precise and deep observations of human nature So the novel may even be considered as an earthy parable of existence“I had a passion for ballyhoo the limelight fireworks More modest people will censure me perhaps for this defect I’m confident however that clever people will recognize this talent of mine So my idea had two faces like a medal one turned toward the public and the other toward me On one side philanthropy and profit on the other a thirst for fame”The narration goes as easy and sparkling as a flute of effervescent champagne and it is as much pleasant and inebriating too“Men are worth something in different ways and the surest one of all is being worthy in the opinion of other men”We are what we are in the eyes of the others so do never forget to pull the wool over the other people's eyes“Note that I’m not making a man a simple vehicle of Humanitas He is vehicle passenger and coachman all at the same time He is Humanitas itself in a reduced form It follows from that that there is a need for him to worship himself”If man couldn’t love himself nobody would love him