Welcome. If you've ever dreamed of walking through a foggy, fern dense forest on your way to your ivy covered cottage to leaf through your new magickal books over tea and candlelight, then this blog is for you. I'm an aspiring/semi-practicing green/eclectic witch. I enjoy victorian, academia, cottagecore, and mid-centrury vintage aesthetics (but make it diverse), fantasy, the supernatural, and the occult. We fly the Ravenclaw flag in this house. Hope you enjoy your stay 🌿✨️
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I hated this book.
I mean that in positive way. The book is an excellent journey into spiraling madness but there is no neutral 3rd party distance and objectivity. Dazai pulls you into his own personal hell for you to live it with him.
It is an uncomfortable experience.
I found myself deeply empathizing with the protag, Oba who in the midst of alienation and inability to connect with/relate to family puts on a mask to make himself more palatable to others and is utterly consumed by it. Eventually he cannot discern a self outside of the mask and loses his sense of agency.
His behavior is vile and possibly evil but also deeply tragic as all his choices are attempts to escape his despair. I felt like i was to hate him but its difficult because Oba and his trainwreck of an existence is so relatable. In many ways i found Dazai reflecting my own anxieties and self loathing back at me. Relatable enough to be more annoyed at Oba for dragging down others than I was sad for his suffering or angry at a world that generates such alienation.
Like I said, it is an uncomfortable experience.
Ultimately this a book about social death. It is about man who is drowning in misery that you cannot save because he will drag you to death along with him
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Women in celestial dresses, 1880s
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