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Few writings explore a woman's love life in such detail, with such subtlety, insight, and pain, as does Anais Nin's original, uncensored diary. It is a life record that deals openly with the physical aspects of relationships and unsparingly with the full spectrum of psychological ramifications. Here was a woman who sought the freedom to act out her sexual and emotional desires with the same guiltless, "amoral" abandon that men have always claimed for themselves.
When Nin began publishing sections of her diary in 1966, this aspect of her life was excised, though clearly there was more than could be told at the time concerning her relationships with Henry Miller and his wife, June, with the writer and actor Antonin Artaud, with her analysts Rene Allendy and Otto Rank, and - most important - with her father. Here now is the previously missing portion of Nin's life in the crucial years from 1932 to 1934, the shattering psychological drama that drove her to seek absolution from her psychoanalysts for the ultimate transgression. In its raw exposure of a woman's struggle to come to terms with herself, to find salvation in the very act of writing, Incest unveils an Anais Nin without masks and secrets, yet in the end still mysterious, perhaps inexplicable.… (plus d'informations)
Anaïs Nin a tenu son journal de 1914 à 1977. Ce premier volume met à jour ses relations avec son père incestueux et ses amours multiples marqués par la passion, la tendresse ou l'idéalisation. S'y mêlent les révélations impudiques, les fantasmes et aussi la réalité crue comme, en août 1934, l avortement de son enfant mort.
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My yieldingness to Henry is lost into the moist softness of him so wholly that all I know is just woman and penis, as if we were within the womb, both of us, swimming in rolling flesh and moisture which gives that supreme silkiness, a sensation which is the climax of all one experiences when naked in water, when touching silk, when vibrating in orgasm. It is that nakedness, that darkness, that blinding flesh-and-moisture feeling which is sex—from which I rise as from the most magic bath. And there is no end—for days I am still living in flesh-perception; for days life doesn't go to my head, it touches and surrounds me exactly as he touches me; life is a continuation of his caresses. He leaves the imprint of his flesh-visit on my skin, in my womb, and for days all I know is my legs. No world in the head ... world between the legs ... the dark, moist, live world.
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Few writings explore a woman's love life in such detail, with such subtlety, insight, and pain, as does Anais Nin's original, uncensored diary. It is a life record that deals openly with the physical aspects of relationships and unsparingly with the full spectrum of psychological ramifications. Here was a woman who sought the freedom to act out her sexual and emotional desires with the same guiltless, "amoral" abandon that men have always claimed for themselves.
When Nin began publishing sections of her diary in 1966, this aspect of her life was excised, though clearly there was more than could be told at the time concerning her relationships with Henry Miller and his wife, June, with the writer and actor Antonin Artaud, with her analysts Rene Allendy and Otto Rank, and - most important - with her father. Here now is the previously missing portion of Nin's life in the crucial years from 1932 to 1934, the shattering psychological drama that drove her to seek absolution from her psychoanalysts for the ultimate transgression. In its raw exposure of a woman's struggle to come to terms with herself, to find salvation in the very act of writing, Incest unveils an Anais Nin without masks and secrets, yet in the end still mysterious, perhaps inexplicable.
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