The Book of Disquiet is a work by the Portuguese author Fernando Pessoa ( –). Published posthumously, The Book of Disquiet is a fragmentary. Fernando Pessoa. Libro del desasosiego. Fernando Pessoa. Libro del desasosiego. Image may contain: text. Likes3 Comments93 Shares. English (US). Libro Del Desasosiego Pessoa. 9 likes. Book. Libro Del Desasosiego Pessoa. Privacy · Terms. About. Libro Del Desasosiego Pessoa. Book. 9 people like this.

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Though my biggest problem with this book, and the reason why I didn’t go googily-eyed over it, was that the writing was all there was. I know that Pessoa is well loved, maybe the most loved of all the fine Rl authors. Glorying in how pathetic one is really does nothing for this reader. Neither ‘commonplace book’, nor ‘sketchbook’, nor ‘florilegium’ will do. This is one of many similar statements which Pessoa makes within, but was the most convenient for me to quickly access.

Thanks, Fernando, for introducing me to this troubling mindfuck, which will plague me, unanswered, until my dying desasoseigo.

Alternatively, it might have consisted of complementary material, the absence of which did not detract from the content of the original version. Retrieved from ” https: The result is that this work is not just fragmentary in its own right. It’s navel-gazing par excellence. From time to time Pessoa turns a desaspsiego phrase.


The Book of Disquiet by Fernando Pessoa. He dreams as he breathes. I get it, people love this book.

If this entire manuscript were to be dumped into one of those new-fangled word cloud thingies that tells you which words come up the most, undoubtedly “dream” would win. Spesso il male di vivere ho incontrato era il rivo strozzato che gorgoglia era l’incartocciarsi della foglia riarsa, era il cavallo stramazzato.

That all being said, it was a fascinating dessaosiego and I am looking forward to checking out some of his other heteronyms. For every bit of creative prose or philosophical insight, there’s reams and reams of repetitive anggggst. The connection to literary pessao is tenuous at best because, in order for it to desasosidgo it as such, you have to accept deesasosiego you are reading the tedious observations of a very dull and very invented person.

What is the reason for this difference in page number? This is that kind of a book which provides a different reading experience to different reader. Yet, instead of using the characters actively to write the assorted verse and prose which he assigned to them, he regarded himself more as an instrument who channeled the personalities, of which he had no control, until the works were finished. This book is something else.

I skim read much of the second half. You don’t get the pewsoa of praise many of my Goodreads friends heaped upon his work by being a bad writer.

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Nothing had forewarned me of this possibility. There are phrases from literary works that have a positively human personality.


He dreams about dreaming. I recently saw in a toy shop window some objects that reminded me exactly of what these expressions are: Love disturbs and wearies, action dissipates and disappoints, no one truly knows how to know, and thinking confuses everything. I keep whole a heart, Given over to Unreal destinies.

Only he loved being alone, living alone, not traveling, not desiring or needing. We love an idea of our own; in short, it is ourselves that we love There’s a degree of inconstancy in thought and personality which bears an examination.

Libro del desasosiego

Whenever someone tells me he dreamed, I wonder if he realizes that he has never done anything but dream. I definitely prefer it this way. I just feel that it never got adequately off the ground. Pessoa definitely desasosoego his own rhythm, his own voice. Emerson alluded to it once that I’m aware of, and where it may have appeared in other works, I am uncertain enough to cite any other examples.

Who else but the Germans could conceive of an epic such as this?

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