Suicide -

Edouard Levé

Dalkey Archive

2013

128 páginas

4h 16m

ISBN-13: 9781564786289

Suicide cannot be read as simply another novelit is, in a sense, the authors own oblique, public suicide note, a unique meditation on this most extreme of refusals. Presenting itself as an investigation into the suicide of a close friendperhaps real, perhaps fictionalmore than twenty years earlier, Levé gives us, little by little, a striking portrait of a man, with all his talents and flaws, who chose to reject his life, and all the people who loved him, in favor of oblivion. Gradually, through Levés casually obsessive, pointillist, beautiful ruminations, we come to know a stoic, sensible, thoughtful man who bears more than a slight psychological resemblance to Levé himself. But Suicide is more than just a compendium of memories of an old friend; it is a near-exhaustive catalog of the ramifications and effects of the act of suicide, and a unique and melancholy farewell to life.

Resenhas (2)

5 (Perfeito)

The death of life

“For us, there will never be enough time. You chose to eschew more time. You renounced the future, the future that allows for survival, because we believe it is infinite. We want to be able to embrace all the earth, to taste all its fruits, to love all men. You rejected these illusions, which feed us with hope.”

Acredito que essa tenha sido a leitura mais assustadora e interessante que já terminei. Nada como ser assombrado pelas memórias de alguém que já não está mais presente por sua própria decisão. O livro reconstrói a vida desse alguém dentro da sua cabeça, como se fosse um velho amigo lentamente te explicando - ou não - seus motivos. Existem motivos para isso? Essa leitura te pergunta mais do que te responde e faz com que repense sua própria condição enquanto vivo. Se reconhecer nesses trechos é assustador, mas não me arrependo nem por um segundo de ter desfrutado dessa obra. Deixo meu agradecimento à pessoa que me apresentou ao livro - você sabe quem você é -, nunca mais vou conseguir tirá-lo da cabeça.

Alerta de gatilho para suicídio, o livro se desenvolve ao redor do tema e consegue ser bastante gráfico. Não recomendo para quem for sensível.

“What was difficult for you wasn’t beginning or continuing, but finishing; that is to say, deciding, one day, that your project could no longer be reworked without suffering from it–that an addition would diminish it rather than improve it. [...]
Sometimes, weary of perfecting perfections, you would abandon your work without destroying it or finishing it. To look at these abandoned imperfections should have reassured you: you had at least worked, even if your attic only contained works that had been abandoned. But the sight of them caused you anguish: being pragmatic, you wanted to see what you had produced function. Your taste for abbreviation meant that instead of finishing the works you undertook, you finished yourself.”