A handful of love that momentarily revives and just as quickly kills. Love as an act of necromancy on the living. Love as a shared breath that will not stop the suffocating but will give you a moment of breathing, prolonging the death throes and ending in death all the same
Giovanni’s room is so visceral bc there is something incredibly relatable about David’s endless denial and self loathing. He’s so afraid of who he might be, so terrified of not fitting into his designated societal role as a straight American man that he is paralyzed, and he ends up stuck in the middle - unable to truly conform OR truly digress. He is terrified to be known and loved, bc he doesn’t understand himself, and someone loving him would mean someone understanding him. And he can’t have that. He grows to resent Giovanni bc Giovanni is so willing and able to love, and that is directly at odds with David’s repression. He shuts down. He’d rather shoot himself in the foot and push away the man he knows truly loves him, than ever be truly vulnerable. So many books/movies try to write that same kind of emotional conflict and fall flat somehow. The tragedy of Giovanni’s Room is David’s inability to change. It ruins his life. The tragedy in most real life relationships is also the inability to change. It’s a tragedy through and through, and it’s so immensely satisfying to read, bc it lets you feel all of your own fear and grief in full force. The book is genius.
being normal about giovanni's room is so hard because what if you love him and let him love you do you really think anything else under heaven really matters?
And my mind was empty—or it was as though my mind had become one enormous, anaesthetized wound. I thought only, One day I’ll weep for this. One of these days I’ll start to cry.
“Love him,” said Jacques, with vehemence, “love him and let him love you. Do you think anything else under heaven really matters? And how long, at the best, can it last, since you are both men and still have everywhere to go? Only five minutes, I assure you, only five minutes, and most of that, hélas! in the dark. And if you think of them as dirty, then they will be dirty—they will be dirty because you will be giving nothing, you will be despising your flesh and his. But you can make your time together anything but dirty; you can give each other something which will make both of you better—forever—if you will not be ashamed, if you will only not play it safe.” (…) “Somebody,” said Jacques, “your father or mine, should have told us that not many people have ever died of love. But multitudes have perished, and are perishing every hour—and in the oddest places!—for the lack of it.”
why dont you read james baldwin’s giovanni’s room (1956) and maybe you’ll go even more crazy insane and start shoveling dirt into your mouth and clawing the faces off of unwitting pedestrians
I be walking around minding my own business and then randomly remember "Love has never been a popular movement and no one's ever wanted really to be free" and just collapse
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dostoevsky’s male characters being losers, embarrassing and pathetic human beings are proof of how real and ahead of his time he was as an author because YEAH !! men are exactly like that. i mean i didn’t need books written 100+ years ago to tell me that but it’s cool to see someone being so self aware
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