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袛芯薪邪 肖谢芯褉 褌邪 写胁芯褦 褩褩 褔芯谢芯胁褨泻褨胁
携泻褖芯 胁邪褋 胁邪斜懈褌褜 蟹邪谐邪写泻芯胁邪 褌邪 褉芯蟹屑邪褩褌邪 泻褍谢褜褌褍褉邪 袥邪褌懈薪褋褜泻芯褩 袗屑械褉懈泻懈 蟹 褩褩 泻邪褉薪邪胁邪谢邪屑懈, 胁斜褉邪薪薪褟屑, 屑褍蟹懈泻芯褞, 褋褌褉邪胁邪屑懈 褨 褌邪褦屑薪懈褔懈屑懈 胁褨褉褍胁邪薪薪褟屑懈, 褌芯 褑褟 泻薪懈卸泻邪 写谢褟 胁邪褋.
袪芯屑邪薪 芦袛芯薪邪 肖谢芯褉 褨 写胁芯褦 褩褩 褔芯谢芯胁褨泻褨胁禄 褍褋械褋胁褨褌薪褜芯胁褨写芯屑芯谐芯 锌懈褋褜屑械薪薪懈泻邪, 谐褉芯屑邪写褋褜泻芯谐芯 褨 锌芯谢褨褌懈褔薪芯谐芯 写褨褟褔邪, 邪泻邪写械屑褨泻邪 袘褉邪蟹懈谢褜褋褜泻芯褩 邪泻邪写械屑褨褩 谢褨褌械褉邪褌褍褉懈 袞芯褉卸褨 袗屑邪写褍 薪邪锌懈褋邪薪芯 胁 卸邪薪褉褨 屑邪谐褨褔薪芯谐芯 褉械邪谢褨蟹屑褍. 袩芯褉褟写 褨蟹 胁懈谐邪写邪薪懈屑懈, 邪谢械 褑褨谢泻芯屑 锌褉邪胁写芯锌芯写褨斜薪懈屑懈 褨 卸懈胁懈屑懈 锌械褉褋芯薪邪卸邪屑懈, 褍 褌胁芯褉褨 褎褨谐褍褉褍褞褌褜 褉械邪谢褜薪褨 锌褉械写褋褌邪胁薪懈泻懈 斜褉邪蟹懈谢褜褋褜泻芯褩 泻褍谢褜褌褍褉懈 30-40 褉芯泻褨胁 啸啸 褋褌芯褉褨褔褔褟 鈥� 屑褍蟹懈泻邪薪褌懈, 褋锌褨胁邪泻懈, 邪泻褌芯褉懈, 邪 褌邪泻芯卸 斜芯卸械褋褌胁邪 褨 写褍褏懈 邪褎褉芯-斜褉邪蟹懈谢褜褋褜泻懈褏 褉械谢褨谐褨泄薪懈褏 泻褍谢褜褌褨胁.
孝邪 薪邪 锌械褉褕芯屑褍 屑褨褋褑褨, 蟹胁褨褋薪芯 卸, 褨褋褌芯褉褨褟 写芯薪懈 肖谢芯褉, 泻褉邪褋褍薪褨, 薪械锌械褉械胁械褉褕械薪芯褩 泻褍谢褨薪邪褉泻懈, 胁谢邪褋薪懈褑褨 褕泻芯谢懈 芦小屑邪泻 褨 袦懈褋褌械褑褌胁芯禄, 褟泻邪 屑褍褋懈褌褜 芯斜懈褉邪褌懈, 褖芯 写谢褟 薪械褩 胁 卸懈褌褌褨 胁邪卸谢懈胁褨褕械: 谐褉芯屑邪写褋褜泻邪 写褍屑泻邪 褔懈 芯褋芯斜懈褋褌械 褖邪褋褌褟.
袪芯屑邪薪 芦袛芯薪邪 肖谢芯褉 褨 写胁芯褦 褩褩 褔芯谢芯胁褨泻褨胁禄 褍褋械褋胁褨褌薪褜芯胁褨写芯屑芯谐芯 锌懈褋褜屑械薪薪懈泻邪, 谐褉芯屑邪写褋褜泻芯谐芯 褨 锌芯谢褨褌懈褔薪芯谐芯 写褨褟褔邪, 邪泻邪写械屑褨泻邪 袘褉邪蟹懈谢褜褋褜泻芯褩 邪泻邪写械屑褨褩 谢褨褌械褉邪褌褍褉懈 袞芯褉卸褨 袗屑邪写褍 薪邪锌懈褋邪薪芯 胁 卸邪薪褉褨 屑邪谐褨褔薪芯谐芯 褉械邪谢褨蟹屑褍. 袩芯褉褟写 褨蟹 胁懈谐邪写邪薪懈屑懈, 邪谢械 褑褨谢泻芯屑 锌褉邪胁写芯锌芯写褨斜薪懈屑懈 褨 卸懈胁懈屑懈 锌械褉褋芯薪邪卸邪屑懈, 褍 褌胁芯褉褨 褎褨谐褍褉褍褞褌褜 褉械邪谢褜薪褨 锌褉械写褋褌邪胁薪懈泻懈 斜褉邪蟹懈谢褜褋褜泻芯褩 泻褍谢褜褌褍褉懈 30-40 褉芯泻褨胁 啸啸 褋褌芯褉褨褔褔褟 鈥� 屑褍蟹懈泻邪薪褌懈, 褋锌褨胁邪泻懈, 邪泻褌芯褉懈, 邪 褌邪泻芯卸 斜芯卸械褋褌胁邪 褨 写褍褏懈 邪褎褉芯-斜褉邪蟹懈谢褜褋褜泻懈褏 褉械谢褨谐褨泄薪懈褏 泻褍谢褜褌褨胁.
孝邪 薪邪 锌械褉褕芯屑褍 屑褨褋褑褨, 蟹胁褨褋薪芯 卸, 褨褋褌芯褉褨褟 写芯薪懈 肖谢芯褉, 泻褉邪褋褍薪褨, 薪械锌械褉械胁械褉褕械薪芯褩 泻褍谢褨薪邪褉泻懈, 胁谢邪褋薪懈褑褨 褕泻芯谢懈 芦小屑邪泻 褨 袦懈褋褌械褑褌胁芯禄, 褟泻邪 屑褍褋懈褌褜 芯斜懈褉邪褌懈, 褖芯 写谢褟 薪械褩 胁 卸懈褌褌褨 胁邪卸谢懈胁褨褕械: 谐褉芯屑邪写褋褜泻邪 写褍屑泻邪 褔懈 芯褋芯斜懈褋褌械 褖邪褋褌褟.
768 pages, Hardcover
First published January 1, 1966
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Jorge Amado
164听books1,531听followersJorge Amado was a modernist Brazilian writer. He remains one of the most read and translated Brazilian authors, second only to Paulo Coelho. In his style of fictional novelist, however, there is no parallel in Brazil. His work was further popularized by highly successful film and TV adaptations.
He was a member of the Brazilian Academy of Letters from 1961 until his death in 2001. In 1994, his work was recognized with the Cam玫es Prize, the most prestigious award in Portuguese literature.
His literary work presents two distinct phases. In the first, there is a clear social critic and political focus, with works such as Captains of the Sands and Sea of Death standing out.
In his more mature phase, he adopts an aspect of good-humored and sensual chronicler of his people, abandoning ideological motivations, with works such as Gabriela, Clove and Cinnamon, The Double Death of Quincas Water-Bray and Dona Flor and Her Two Husbands.
He was a member of the Brazilian Academy of Letters from 1961 until his death in 2001. In 1994, his work was recognized with the Cam玫es Prize, the most prestigious award in Portuguese literature.
His literary work presents two distinct phases. In the first, there is a clear social critic and political focus, with works such as Captains of the Sands and Sea of Death standing out.
In his more mature phase, he adopts an aspect of good-humored and sensual chronicler of his people, abandoning ideological motivations, with works such as Gabriela, Clove and Cinnamon, The Double Death of Quincas Water-Bray and Dona Flor and Her Two Husbands.
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March 30, 2024
Jorge Amado has found a fun dough to mix with this novel in his expert hands. He exploits parallel universes and controversial subjects with witty, funny writing.
He tackles these subjects with mastery, playing with history, era customs, and society's beliefs in complete political and cultural effervescence.
Tolerance as an art of living, good humor as a solution to daily worries, and disregard as an escape from more serious problems are the portrait of a people and a philosophy of life unique in the world!
Furiously burlesque and comical!
He tackles these subjects with mastery, playing with history, era customs, and society's beliefs in complete political and cultural effervescence.
Tolerance as an art of living, good humor as a solution to daily worries, and disregard as an escape from more serious problems are the portrait of a people and a philosophy of life unique in the world!
Furiously burlesque and comical!
October 20, 2020
Jorge Amado happens to be one of my favourite authors, but I do have a confession to make, I have such a deep affection for Latin American authors, Spanish as well as Portuguese. Amado is humorous in a ribald sort of way but what is most important about him, is that he is completely non judgemental.
I read 鈥淒ona Flor e seus dois Maridos" as an English translation and found it beautiful. The original Portuguese, however, is pretty much different, it deals with many more aspects of Brazilian Culture that the English translation does not, but both are very good.
Coming back to the essence of the book, we all have two sides to our selves, and Dona Flor is no exception.
As a young girl she marries Vadinho, the love of her life. Vadinho proves to be a wastrel, a bom viv茫o, who loves to gamble, whores around. For him the most important event is Carnaval, and then, much as Vadinho would have desired, he just drops down dead in the midst of the Carnaval festivities.
Dona Flor is relieved, Dona Rozilda ecstatic - although everyone hated Dona Rozilda, Dona Flor鈥檚 mother, I loved her venomous tongue; her 'Brazilian Insults' had me in splits.
Slowly and steadely, Dona Flor builds her business; she cooks and gives cooking lessons.
Amado just loves Bahia, its food and most important the azeite-de-dend锚.
Time moves on, Dona Flor is very secure financially, but something is missing, her students notice that she is not as 'alegre' as she used to be earlier.
What could be missing in her life, money? That she has.
Respect? No chance everyone respects the pretty young widow.
Just when she cannot bear this inner turmoil any longer she realises that the missing ingredient in her life is鈥�.Sex.
Oh! how she misses her sexual dalliances with Vadinho. She now realises that those happy, fulfilling romps in bed are a thing of the past. Then her despair turns to joy, when the very staid and correct Teodoro proposes marriage to her. It is a meeting of minds and souls. Teodoro is a man with his own business, a cultured gentleman who loves classical music, has his own quartet.
Could Dona Flor ask for more? Of course not, Teodoro is every woman鈥檚 dream; strong, reliable, dependable, any woman could entrust her future and her life in Teodoro鈥檚 capable hands, a far cry from Vadinho. Or is he?
Teodoro is a man of extremely regular habits; everything has its time and place and that includes sex. How can you have sex at prescribed, regular times sighs Dona Flor. Sex so regular and predictable that Dona Flor wants to scream and tear her hair in despair.
Vadinho, O meu Vadinho, how she yearns for the much maligned Vadinho.
We feel the turmoil in Dona Flor鈥檚 life. Here is Teodoro who loves her, treats her with respect, never deprives her of her hard earned money on the other hand we have Vadinho who only has his sexual expertise.
How Dona Flor pines for Vadinho, her body cries out to him and in that yearning Goddess Yemanja comes to her aid. Yemanja with her magical powers 鈥榖rings back Vadinho鈥� and well鈥�..you can only imagine how happy Dona Flor is, the romps are back and they are just as good as before Vadinho died.
The book has many facets to it; the central one of course being Dona Flor鈥檚 physical needs, her sexual cravings. Ironically both Vadinho and Teodoro save her from depravity. We could take a look at our darker inner selves, if of course we would be willing to admit to having one!
Jorge Amado, also shows us what it is to be a gambler, the hunger, the despair, the win are interwoven in this book, incidentally it is not pleasant to win all of the time, it takes away the edge of the game.
Amazing how this book leads us into so very many unexplored avenues, forcing us to think without prejudice.
Vadinho sums the book when he as a ghost says,
'Tambem do meu amor precisas para ser feliz, desse amor de impurezas, errado e torto, devasso ardente, que faz sofrer'
I read 鈥淒ona Flor e seus dois Maridos" as an English translation and found it beautiful. The original Portuguese, however, is pretty much different, it deals with many more aspects of Brazilian Culture that the English translation does not, but both are very good.
Coming back to the essence of the book, we all have two sides to our selves, and Dona Flor is no exception.
As a young girl she marries Vadinho, the love of her life. Vadinho proves to be a wastrel, a bom viv茫o, who loves to gamble, whores around. For him the most important event is Carnaval, and then, much as Vadinho would have desired, he just drops down dead in the midst of the Carnaval festivities.
Dona Flor is relieved, Dona Rozilda ecstatic - although everyone hated Dona Rozilda, Dona Flor鈥檚 mother, I loved her venomous tongue; her 'Brazilian Insults' had me in splits.
Slowly and steadely, Dona Flor builds her business; she cooks and gives cooking lessons.
Amado just loves Bahia, its food and most important the azeite-de-dend锚.
Time moves on, Dona Flor is very secure financially, but something is missing, her students notice that she is not as 'alegre' as she used to be earlier.
What could be missing in her life, money? That she has.
Respect? No chance everyone respects the pretty young widow.
Just when she cannot bear this inner turmoil any longer she realises that the missing ingredient in her life is鈥�.Sex.
Oh! how she misses her sexual dalliances with Vadinho. She now realises that those happy, fulfilling romps in bed are a thing of the past. Then her despair turns to joy, when the very staid and correct Teodoro proposes marriage to her. It is a meeting of minds and souls. Teodoro is a man with his own business, a cultured gentleman who loves classical music, has his own quartet.
Could Dona Flor ask for more? Of course not, Teodoro is every woman鈥檚 dream; strong, reliable, dependable, any woman could entrust her future and her life in Teodoro鈥檚 capable hands, a far cry from Vadinho. Or is he?
Teodoro is a man of extremely regular habits; everything has its time and place and that includes sex. How can you have sex at prescribed, regular times sighs Dona Flor. Sex so regular and predictable that Dona Flor wants to scream and tear her hair in despair.
Vadinho, O meu Vadinho, how she yearns for the much maligned Vadinho.
We feel the turmoil in Dona Flor鈥檚 life. Here is Teodoro who loves her, treats her with respect, never deprives her of her hard earned money on the other hand we have Vadinho who only has his sexual expertise.
How Dona Flor pines for Vadinho, her body cries out to him and in that yearning Goddess Yemanja comes to her aid. Yemanja with her magical powers 鈥榖rings back Vadinho鈥� and well鈥�..you can only imagine how happy Dona Flor is, the romps are back and they are just as good as before Vadinho died.
The book has many facets to it; the central one of course being Dona Flor鈥檚 physical needs, her sexual cravings. Ironically both Vadinho and Teodoro save her from depravity. We could take a look at our darker inner selves, if of course we would be willing to admit to having one!
Jorge Amado, also shows us what it is to be a gambler, the hunger, the despair, the win are interwoven in this book, incidentally it is not pleasant to win all of the time, it takes away the edge of the game.
Amazing how this book leads us into so very many unexplored avenues, forcing us to think without prejudice.
Vadinho sums the book when he as a ghost says,
'Tambem do meu amor precisas para ser feliz, desse amor de impurezas, errado e torto, devasso ardente, que faz sofrer'
August 22, 2016
The strange and moving account of the experiences of Dona Flor,
professor emeritus of the culinary art, and her two husbands,
the first known as Vadinho;
the second, Dr. Teodoro Madureira by name, pharmacist by profession
or
The Fearsome Battle between Spirit and Matter
Narrated by Jorge Amado,
public scrivener located in the Rio Vermelho quarter
of the city of Salvador da Bahia de Todos os Santos,
in the neighborhood of Largo de Sant' Ana,
where Yemanja, Our Lady of the Waters, dwells.
This will probably be my favorite read of the year 2016, an irreverent, bawdy, tumultous celebration of life and love under the tropical sun of Bahia, written with tender irony and wicked wit by Jorge Amado, to the accompaniament of guitars, violins, bassoons, cellos and the thundering batucadas of a full fledged Carnival.
Was is not by loving that I learned to love? Was it not by living that I learned to live? asks Dona Flor in the introduction to the story, while sharing with the author one of her favorite Bahian spicy recipes. Some of the lessons are extremelly painful, and the amorous tale of Dona Flor begins with the death of her first husband, Vadinho, in the morning of the last day of the Carnival. He dies the same way he lived his life : drinking and singing and making lewd gestures at passing women, accompanied by his gang of gamblers and lechers, buried in debt and missed only by his creditors and by his long suffering wife of seven years, Floripedes Paiva Madureira - Dona Flor de Guimaraes, owner of the Cooking School of Savor and Art.
A murmur of the professionally devout, of old church mice, of spiteful enemies of fun and laughter, arose with the incense in a sour sussuration:
"He wasn't worth a ha'penny's prayer, the renegade."
The wicked, forked tongues of the neighbouring busybodies wag with glee at the death of the devilish Vadinho, but Dona Flor is devastated. Why would she mourn a cheating husband who spent his nights gambling and whoring, stole the money she made from cooking lessons, flirted with her pretty students and, gasp!, even beat her up once when he was down on his luck? She is better off without him, sings the chorus of her friends, led by her shrill and envious mother, Dona Rozilda.
In a long and rambling flashback, we follow Dona Flor down memory lane, reminiscing over her seven years of secret happiness in the arms of Vadinho, who might have been everything the gossipy tongues wagged about, and even worse on occasion, but who nevertheless loved his young wife with all his wild heart (and his admirable bedroom skills). Jorge Amado makes me think of the Canterbury Tales, transplanted to a tropical land and scripted by a feverish Federico Fellini, populating the lower middle class neighborhood of Bahia with a colourful, wacky cast of characters, both imaginary and historical, and telling hundreds the juicy, scandalous, spicy anecdotes about all and sundry. It's a rambling, leisurely, subversive narrative style that might not appeal to readers who prefer clear plot and fast action, but the city of Bahia comes alive in all its splendour under the pen of Amado, full of laughter and tears, music and scented breezes, good food and wild parties, gambling and illicit love affairs. Vadinho is revealed as the king of the revelries. Even the parish friar, Dom Clemente Nigra, is forced to admire his atitude:
Vadinho was so gay, he loved to laugh. Whenever I saw him, I realized that the greatest sin is sadness, the only one that is an offense to life.
Dona Flor is still too young though to live only for tears and memories of Vadinho. Her one year of mourning weighs heavily on her shoulders, and the iron bed where she once knew extasy under the caresses of her husband soon becomes an instrument of torture. She needs a man in her life, and all her friends conspire to find the right one for her. After a couple of hilarious missteps, the choice falls on Dr. Teodoro, the local pharmacist. He is everything Vadinho wasn't : serious, careful with money, reliable and, most importantly, really enamoured of the plump and hot blooded Dona Flor. His conventional and slighlty staid courting produces the desired results and Dona Flor will soon put the iron bed to more pleasant use, Sundays and Wednesdays, like clockwork.
Enveloped by the transparency of the air that morning, so beautiful in its light and so made to the measure of man that it was a privilege to live it, Dona Flor, raising her eyes from the ground, looked about to take in the sight of the street and the color of the day.
Unfortunately, Dr Teodoro in his careful and respectful kisses doesn't hold a candle to the despicable Vadinho, so well versed in all the pages of the Kama Sutra. All the elevated social position and the respect of the neighborhood, the musical soirees in the best mansions of Bahia and the financial stability get boring after awhile. Dr Teodoro is the perfect husband, but what woman really wants perfection when she can have danger and adventure?
Why, Dona Flor would not take it amiss if something were to happen, something unforessen to break the monotony of those days all equally happy and all equally placid. "It is positively a sin, sister, to talk like this when I am blessed with this life I lead, after having eaten such bitter bread; but the same thing every day gets cloying, even when it is of the finest. Just between us, my dear, there are times when this blissful life, which everyone envies me, causes me such torment, absolutely idiotic, which I can't even explain.
For all the comedy and the laughter and the music, Jorge Amado doesn't forget that he started his career as a leftist writer deeply engaged in social issues, and makes Dona Flor more that a pretty ornament to her husband or an object of lewd dreams. She strikes a hard blow for all women forced to live in a male dominated society, raising an early voice for emancipation in this 1940's fairytale of Bahia:
"And why don't I have the right to contribute to buying us a house? Or don't you consider me your helpmate in everything? Am I only good to clean up, look after your clothes, cook your meals, and go to bed with you?" Dona Flor was in a temper. "Just a servant and a strumpet."
Her newly reawaken restlessness is heard by the hidden deities of Bahia, the African Pantheon brought across the Atlantic ocean by the former slaves, and the patron of Vadinho intervenes to give Dona Flor the peace of mind she craves
The last part of the novel is like the annual Carnival in Brasil: raucous, loud, bawdy, irrepressible. Magic is in the air, everything is possible, love rules over the world, and Dona Flor has no choice but to succumb again to the charm of Vadinho, the consummate seducer. Can she be both the faithful wife of the serious doctor and the secret mistress of a ghost? Only in Bahia something like this is possible:
All this took place; let him who will believe. It took place in Bahia, where these and other acts of magic occur without startling anybody. If anyone has his doubts, let his ask Cardoso e Sa., and he will tell him whether or not it is the truth. He can be found on the planet Mars or on any poor corner of the city.
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I read last year a novella by Amado that uses a similar style, full of humour, music and human kindness ("The Discovery of America by the Turks"). With "Dona Flor" he exceeded my expectations and wrote a magical novel to rival the Latin American stories written by Marques and de Bernieres. I feel now like one of the hundreds of small characters in the book that made Bahia such a vivid and memorable city to visit:
When he arrived from Munich, this Finerkaes was fairly restrained in his judgements. But the tropics conquered him completely: he lost his moderation and never regained his winter cool.
I have no moderation left in me and I gladly give all the stars in my pocket to this story.
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tentative soundtrack listing :
- anything by Dorival Caymmi , a personal friend of the author and one of characters in the novel that sings a serenade with Vadinho under the balcony of Dona Flor
- Beth Carvalho - "Hora de Chorar"
- Caetano Veloso - "Cavaleiro"
- Cartola - "A Mesma Historia"
- Elis Regina - "Dois Pra La, Dois Pra Ca"
- Joao Gilberto - "Bim Bom"
- Gilberto Gil - "Chiclete com Banana"
- Maria Creuza - "Onde Anda Voce"
- Maria Creuza - "Otra Vez Bahia"
- Martinho da Villa - "Pelo Telefone"
- Nara Leao - "A Banda"
- Rolando Boldrin - "Vaca Estrella E Boi Fuba"
- Tom Jobim - "Insensatez"
- Baden Powell - "Consolacao"
- Marisa Montes - "Danca da Solidao"
January 21, 2012
Rating: five enchanted stars of five
So, as I've explained on my profile over at LibraryThing, I've been in a book circle in RL for 17 years, and I posted our group reading list with my one-line assessments of the books. Most of those books I read long long long before I knew about LT or GoodReads, and so I've either never reviewed them or reviewed them for the long-vanished book blog.
Whatthehell, I figured, I should go back and glance over the list, maybe write some reviews of those oldsters.
So that's what I'm a-gonna do.
BkC1) DONA FLOR AND HER TWO HUSBANDS by Jorge Amado: Adored it! Ghosts get horny, too, and why not?
I stand by the one-liner. It's a wonderful book, so it deserves a real appreciation.
The Book Report: Flor and Vadinho are as happy as two opposites can be in a marriage. Their relationship doesn't make sense to any of Flor's stuffy, social-climbing family (really, whose relationship makes sense to the family?), as Vadinho spends and cheats and generally makes a spectacle of himself in dreary 1940s Bahia (provincial Brazilian city, think Baltimore or Philadelphia). Especially the day he drops dead in a Carnival street dance.
Flor grieves for him, but life goes on, and the aforementioned stuffy family won't tolerate a single woman in her prime to be left in peace. So Flor marries Babbitt. Oh dear, I mean Teodoro (which is Brazilian for Babbitt). He's not a lot of fun, but he's thoughtful, and gentle, and considerate of her feelings, and a BIG FAT BORE especially in bed. Flor settles in for a life of having settled. So many people of both genders and all persuasions can relate to this.
Then...then...Vadinho's horny ghost shows up! Moral crisis: Is it cheating on your husband to sleep with your dead husband? Is this a serious question? To Flor it is, and to be frank, I was so bought in at that point that I took it seriously too.
My Review: Written in 1966, this novel felt as fresh as yesterday to me when I read it in the 1990s. It is subtle and grotesque and sly and, in the end, it's the way a real person is: Conflicted. Is the story in Flor's mind, a desperately bored woman's attempt to recapture some small sense of joy in life, or is Vadinho real?
I don't exactly know, even yet. But you know what? Don't matter one little speck. I believe Flor. She woould never lie to me.
Amado was that good. Recommended, ESPECIALLY for married people of all persuasions.
So, as I've explained on my profile over at LibraryThing, I've been in a book circle in RL for 17 years, and I posted our group reading list with my one-line assessments of the books. Most of those books I read long long long before I knew about LT or GoodReads, and so I've either never reviewed them or reviewed them for the long-vanished book blog.
Whatthehell, I figured, I should go back and glance over the list, maybe write some reviews of those oldsters.
So that's what I'm a-gonna do.
BkC1) DONA FLOR AND HER TWO HUSBANDS by Jorge Amado: Adored it! Ghosts get horny, too, and why not?
I stand by the one-liner. It's a wonderful book, so it deserves a real appreciation.
The Book Report: Flor and Vadinho are as happy as two opposites can be in a marriage. Their relationship doesn't make sense to any of Flor's stuffy, social-climbing family (really, whose relationship makes sense to the family?), as Vadinho spends and cheats and generally makes a spectacle of himself in dreary 1940s Bahia (provincial Brazilian city, think Baltimore or Philadelphia). Especially the day he drops dead in a Carnival street dance.
Flor grieves for him, but life goes on, and the aforementioned stuffy family won't tolerate a single woman in her prime to be left in peace. So Flor marries Babbitt. Oh dear, I mean Teodoro (which is Brazilian for Babbitt). He's not a lot of fun, but he's thoughtful, and gentle, and considerate of her feelings, and a BIG FAT BORE especially in bed. Flor settles in for a life of having settled. So many people of both genders and all persuasions can relate to this.
Then...then...Vadinho's horny ghost shows up! Moral crisis: Is it cheating on your husband to sleep with your dead husband? Is this a serious question? To Flor it is, and to be frank, I was so bought in at that point that I took it seriously too.
My Review: Written in 1966, this novel felt as fresh as yesterday to me when I read it in the 1990s. It is subtle and grotesque and sly and, in the end, it's the way a real person is: Conflicted. Is the story in Flor's mind, a desperately bored woman's attempt to recapture some small sense of joy in life, or is Vadinho real?
I don't exactly know, even yet. But you know what? Don't matter one little speck. I believe Flor. She woould never lie to me.
Amado was that good. Recommended, ESPECIALLY for married people of all persuasions.
March 15, 2015
Un romanzo splendido, che mette voglia di esserci, di fare l'amore, di pensare che la vita sia davvero meravigliosa. Non lo 猫, naturalmente. La vita, intendo. Ma, dopo averlo letto, per un po' lo pensi. Scrittura ricca, esuberante, avvolgente, come la natura e la cucina di Bahia. E Vadinho lo odi e lo ami. E Flor la compatisci e la invidi. E Teodoro lo prendi in giro e lo rispetti. E, alla fine, dici grazie ad Amado per averti regalato dei bei momenti: una buona storia scritta benissimo, un ottimismo immotivato ma che ti fa stare bene comunque, quel rimpianto che 猫 cos矛 dolce quando si chiude un libro che hai apprezzato.
August 22, 2016
One of the greatest Brazilian novels, read years ago.
November 6, 2010
How many stories can you tell in thirteen pages? Jorge Amado (can we be friends? May I call you Jorge?) put five stories in thirteen pages, four of them untold. But even it these four stories were untold, the reader would know what these stories were. It is a demonstration of how to tell a story by not telling it.
The main story is that about Maria Batista, or "Maria of the Veil," narrated by Porciuncula, a mulatto. And despite the limited space, with the words crowding each other in thirteen pages, Maria of the Veil comes alive before your eyes, dies, and breaks your heart. Now, I have to stop here because it would be a shame if my review of Jorge's short story, "How Porciuncula the Mulatto Got the Corpse Off His Back" would be longer than the story itself. I read it because I wanted to know how this author sounds when he's not writing funny. For this above-discussed virtuosity, I'm giving him four stars.
For "Dona Flor and Her Two Husbands" (1966), the laughter and entertainment I got here were the same as that I had in his much earlier work, "Gabriela, Clove and Cinnamon" (1958). This is something. Authors usually do not have encores. Especially like here where "Gabriela" and "Dona Flor" have the same comic theme and rural setting. It's like an in-your-face repetition of a magic trick yet you get the same amazement you had when you saw it for the first time.
Both were love stories. In "Gabriela" we have that between a cook (the mulatto girl Gabriela) and her unmarried employer ("a beautiful man!"). Here, it is a love triangle: Vadinho, a rascal and a gambler who is good at nothing except in bed where he is unforgettable; Dona Flor, Vadinho's wife, a beauty and an excellent cook (like Gabriela) who becomes a young widow when Vadinho suddenly drops dead in a carnival while wearing a costume and a fake penis; and Dr. Teodoro, a pharmacist, well-educated, very caring and respectful even in bed (Wednesdays and Saturdays only, with a repeat performance every Saturday). It was a love triangle because Vadinho, Dona Flor's first love, came back from the dead, a ghost seen only by Dona Flor.
My favorite scene here, where I felt Jorge's romanticism at its height, is the first honeymoon night of Dona Flor and her second husband Dr. Teodoro. It runs for about nine pages, too long to reproduce here, but when it ended with--
"This was the night in Paripe, with stars and the riding lights of the fishing skiffs."
I wrote in the available margin underneath: "Bravo!" Such was the beauty of Jorge's prose here, but only appropriate for romantics like me. For you, hapless readers of this review, you with your lascivious minds, I have a better sampler, one that can satisfy your predilections for naughtiness and likewise display Jorge's comic genius. This one also involves a repeat, a recurring character, not exactly the same, but can be described both in "Gabriela" and "Dona Flor" as: the enchanting temptress at the window.
In "Dona Flor" her name is Dona Magnolia, girlfriend of a policeman, but she loves all sorts of men. One day, she casts her eyes upon the prim and proper Dr. Teodoro, Dona Flor's faithful husband, and decides to test her charms on him. Here goes the inimitable Jorge!--
"Four times a day, at least, as he came and went from his house to the drugstore and vice versa, the 'splendid forty-year-old' (according to Dona Dinora's crystal ball) passed beneath her window, where, in a low-cut robe, Dona Magnolia rested her insolent breasts, as big and round as they were enticing. The students of the Ipiranga Prep School, located on the next street, took to changing their itineraries, unanimously parading in military formation under the window on which rested those breasts that could have suckled them all. Dona Magnolia was touched: so sweet in their school uniforms, the smaller standing on tiptoe for the joy of seeing, the dream of touching. 'Let them suffer so they will learn,' Dona Magnolia reasoned pedagogically, shifting to exhibit still better breasts and bust (unfortunately the window frame somewhat limited the rest of her display).
"The schoolboys suffered, the workmen of the vicinity groaned, delivery clerks, young men like Roque, who framed pictures, old men like Alfredo, occupied with his saints. People came from far off, from Se, from Jiquitaia, from Itapagipe, from Tororo, from Matatu, making a pilgrimage just to see those celebrated wonders. A beggar, at three in the afternoon, sharp, under the hot sun crossed the street: 'Alms for a poor man blind in both eyes.'
"The best alms was the divine sight in the window: even running the danger of being unmasked, snatching off his black glasses, he opened his eyes wide, feasting the two at the same time, staring at those gifts of God, the property of the police. Even if the secret agent should pursue him and throw him into jail on charges of imposture, panhandling, even so he would feel it had been worth while.
"Only Dr. Teodoro, cravatted, his white suit stiffly starched, did not raise his eyes to the heaven exposed to view in the window. Bowing his head, in a greeting that indicated his good breeding, he raised his hat, to say 'Good morning' and 'Good afternoon,' indifferent to the outburst of breasts which Dona Magnolia had surrounded by lace to heighten the effect, which should have rocked that man of marble back on his heels, undoing that insulting conjugal fidelity. Only he, that big dark brute, that handsome dog, undoubtedly with a tool like a table leg, only he went by without showing any sign of impression, delight, ecstasy, without seeing, without even looking at that sea of breasts. Ah, that was too much, an insulting offense, an unbearable challenge.
"Monogamous, Dona Dinora had affirmed, conversant with all the details of the doctor's life. He was not a person to be unfaithful to his wife; he had not even been so with Tavinha Manemolencia, a prostitute, though restricted as to her clientele. Dona Magnolia had confidence in her charms: 'My dear fortuneteller, take note, write down what I am saying: there is no such thing as a monogamous man, we know that, you and I. Look into your crystal ball, and if it is to be trusted, it will reveal to you the doctor in a brothel bed--that of Sobrinha, to be exact--with your humble servant, Magnolia Fatima das Neves, at her best, beside him.
"So the doctor was not moved by the swooning eyes of his neighbor, by her seductive voice answering her greeting, with her breasts resting on the windowsill, and the desire of the young men growing by day and by night, the drooling of the old men? Dona Magnolia had other arms which she could use, and she was taking the offensive at once.
"Thus one sultry afternoon, when the air was heavy with desire, inviting to the delights of bed and lullabies, Dona Magnolia entered the swinging doors of the pharmacy, carrying in her hand a box of injections to be used as a new temptation of St. Anthony. In a thin summer dress she went lavishing her riches prodigally.
"'Doctor, could you give me an injection?'
"Dr. Teodoro was measuring nitrates in his laboratory, his starched white coat making him look even taller and giving him a kind of scientific dignity. With a smile she held out the box of injections. Taking it, he put it on the table and said: 'Just a minute.'
"Dona Magnolia stood there, sizing him up, more pleased every minute. What a man, of good age, strong, brave. She sighed and he, leaving his powders and prescription, raised his eyes to her: 'You have a pain?'
"'Ah, Mr. Doctor,' and she smiled as though to say that her pain was killing her and he was the cause of it.
"'An injection?' He examined the bottle, 'A vitamin compound...to keep your balance...these new medicines. What balance, madame?' and he smiled politely as though he considered those treatments a waste of time and money.
"'It's my nerves, doctor. I am so sensitive, you have no idea.'
"He picked up a needle with a pair of tweezers, lifting it out of the sterilizer, while he drew the liquid into the syringe, calmly and without haste, one thing at a time, and everything in its place. A motto which hung over his worktable summed up his principles: 'A place for everything and everything in its place.' Dona Magnolia read it; she knew about a thing and the place for it, and she eyed the doctor maliciously. How sure he was of himself, that big shot!
"He dipped a wad of cotton into alcohol, and raised the syringe: 'Please roll up your sleeve.'
"In a voice both coy and malicious, Dona Magnolia answered: 'Not in the arm, doctor, not in the arm.'
"He pulled the curtain across. She raised her skirt, displaying before the doctor's eyes riches even larger and more tempting than those exhibited every day at the window. What a backside, like that of a flying ant!
"She did not even feel the prick of the needle, Dr. Teodoro had such a light and steady hand. The alcohol-soaked cotton the doctor rubbed her skin with gave her a pleasant sensation. A drop of alcohol ran down her thigh, and she sighed again.
"Once more Dr. Teodoro mistook the meaning of that gentle moan. 'Where does it hurt you?'
"Still holding up the hem of her dress showing haunches nobody had ever been able to resist before, Dona Magnolia looked the distinguished personage straight in the eye: 'Is it possible that you don't understand, that you don't understand anything?'
"He really didn't. 'Understand what?'"
Now, get hold of this book and find out for yourself what happens next.
The main story is that about Maria Batista, or "Maria of the Veil," narrated by Porciuncula, a mulatto. And despite the limited space, with the words crowding each other in thirteen pages, Maria of the Veil comes alive before your eyes, dies, and breaks your heart. Now, I have to stop here because it would be a shame if my review of Jorge's short story, "How Porciuncula the Mulatto Got the Corpse Off His Back" would be longer than the story itself. I read it because I wanted to know how this author sounds when he's not writing funny. For this above-discussed virtuosity, I'm giving him four stars.
For "Dona Flor and Her Two Husbands" (1966), the laughter and entertainment I got here were the same as that I had in his much earlier work, "Gabriela, Clove and Cinnamon" (1958). This is something. Authors usually do not have encores. Especially like here where "Gabriela" and "Dona Flor" have the same comic theme and rural setting. It's like an in-your-face repetition of a magic trick yet you get the same amazement you had when you saw it for the first time.
Both were love stories. In "Gabriela" we have that between a cook (the mulatto girl Gabriela) and her unmarried employer ("a beautiful man!"). Here, it is a love triangle: Vadinho, a rascal and a gambler who is good at nothing except in bed where he is unforgettable; Dona Flor, Vadinho's wife, a beauty and an excellent cook (like Gabriela) who becomes a young widow when Vadinho suddenly drops dead in a carnival while wearing a costume and a fake penis; and Dr. Teodoro, a pharmacist, well-educated, very caring and respectful even in bed (Wednesdays and Saturdays only, with a repeat performance every Saturday). It was a love triangle because Vadinho, Dona Flor's first love, came back from the dead, a ghost seen only by Dona Flor.
My favorite scene here, where I felt Jorge's romanticism at its height, is the first honeymoon night of Dona Flor and her second husband Dr. Teodoro. It runs for about nine pages, too long to reproduce here, but when it ended with--
"This was the night in Paripe, with stars and the riding lights of the fishing skiffs."
I wrote in the available margin underneath: "Bravo!" Such was the beauty of Jorge's prose here, but only appropriate for romantics like me. For you, hapless readers of this review, you with your lascivious minds, I have a better sampler, one that can satisfy your predilections for naughtiness and likewise display Jorge's comic genius. This one also involves a repeat, a recurring character, not exactly the same, but can be described both in "Gabriela" and "Dona Flor" as: the enchanting temptress at the window.
In "Dona Flor" her name is Dona Magnolia, girlfriend of a policeman, but she loves all sorts of men. One day, she casts her eyes upon the prim and proper Dr. Teodoro, Dona Flor's faithful husband, and decides to test her charms on him. Here goes the inimitable Jorge!--
"Four times a day, at least, as he came and went from his house to the drugstore and vice versa, the 'splendid forty-year-old' (according to Dona Dinora's crystal ball) passed beneath her window, where, in a low-cut robe, Dona Magnolia rested her insolent breasts, as big and round as they were enticing. The students of the Ipiranga Prep School, located on the next street, took to changing their itineraries, unanimously parading in military formation under the window on which rested those breasts that could have suckled them all. Dona Magnolia was touched: so sweet in their school uniforms, the smaller standing on tiptoe for the joy of seeing, the dream of touching. 'Let them suffer so they will learn,' Dona Magnolia reasoned pedagogically, shifting to exhibit still better breasts and bust (unfortunately the window frame somewhat limited the rest of her display).
"The schoolboys suffered, the workmen of the vicinity groaned, delivery clerks, young men like Roque, who framed pictures, old men like Alfredo, occupied with his saints. People came from far off, from Se, from Jiquitaia, from Itapagipe, from Tororo, from Matatu, making a pilgrimage just to see those celebrated wonders. A beggar, at three in the afternoon, sharp, under the hot sun crossed the street: 'Alms for a poor man blind in both eyes.'
"The best alms was the divine sight in the window: even running the danger of being unmasked, snatching off his black glasses, he opened his eyes wide, feasting the two at the same time, staring at those gifts of God, the property of the police. Even if the secret agent should pursue him and throw him into jail on charges of imposture, panhandling, even so he would feel it had been worth while.
"Only Dr. Teodoro, cravatted, his white suit stiffly starched, did not raise his eyes to the heaven exposed to view in the window. Bowing his head, in a greeting that indicated his good breeding, he raised his hat, to say 'Good morning' and 'Good afternoon,' indifferent to the outburst of breasts which Dona Magnolia had surrounded by lace to heighten the effect, which should have rocked that man of marble back on his heels, undoing that insulting conjugal fidelity. Only he, that big dark brute, that handsome dog, undoubtedly with a tool like a table leg, only he went by without showing any sign of impression, delight, ecstasy, without seeing, without even looking at that sea of breasts. Ah, that was too much, an insulting offense, an unbearable challenge.
"Monogamous, Dona Dinora had affirmed, conversant with all the details of the doctor's life. He was not a person to be unfaithful to his wife; he had not even been so with Tavinha Manemolencia, a prostitute, though restricted as to her clientele. Dona Magnolia had confidence in her charms: 'My dear fortuneteller, take note, write down what I am saying: there is no such thing as a monogamous man, we know that, you and I. Look into your crystal ball, and if it is to be trusted, it will reveal to you the doctor in a brothel bed--that of Sobrinha, to be exact--with your humble servant, Magnolia Fatima das Neves, at her best, beside him.
"So the doctor was not moved by the swooning eyes of his neighbor, by her seductive voice answering her greeting, with her breasts resting on the windowsill, and the desire of the young men growing by day and by night, the drooling of the old men? Dona Magnolia had other arms which she could use, and she was taking the offensive at once.
"Thus one sultry afternoon, when the air was heavy with desire, inviting to the delights of bed and lullabies, Dona Magnolia entered the swinging doors of the pharmacy, carrying in her hand a box of injections to be used as a new temptation of St. Anthony. In a thin summer dress she went lavishing her riches prodigally.
"'Doctor, could you give me an injection?'
"Dr. Teodoro was measuring nitrates in his laboratory, his starched white coat making him look even taller and giving him a kind of scientific dignity. With a smile she held out the box of injections. Taking it, he put it on the table and said: 'Just a minute.'
"Dona Magnolia stood there, sizing him up, more pleased every minute. What a man, of good age, strong, brave. She sighed and he, leaving his powders and prescription, raised his eyes to her: 'You have a pain?'
"'Ah, Mr. Doctor,' and she smiled as though to say that her pain was killing her and he was the cause of it.
"'An injection?' He examined the bottle, 'A vitamin compound...to keep your balance...these new medicines. What balance, madame?' and he smiled politely as though he considered those treatments a waste of time and money.
"'It's my nerves, doctor. I am so sensitive, you have no idea.'
"He picked up a needle with a pair of tweezers, lifting it out of the sterilizer, while he drew the liquid into the syringe, calmly and without haste, one thing at a time, and everything in its place. A motto which hung over his worktable summed up his principles: 'A place for everything and everything in its place.' Dona Magnolia read it; she knew about a thing and the place for it, and she eyed the doctor maliciously. How sure he was of himself, that big shot!
"He dipped a wad of cotton into alcohol, and raised the syringe: 'Please roll up your sleeve.'
"In a voice both coy and malicious, Dona Magnolia answered: 'Not in the arm, doctor, not in the arm.'
"He pulled the curtain across. She raised her skirt, displaying before the doctor's eyes riches even larger and more tempting than those exhibited every day at the window. What a backside, like that of a flying ant!
"She did not even feel the prick of the needle, Dr. Teodoro had such a light and steady hand. The alcohol-soaked cotton the doctor rubbed her skin with gave her a pleasant sensation. A drop of alcohol ran down her thigh, and she sighed again.
"Once more Dr. Teodoro mistook the meaning of that gentle moan. 'Where does it hurt you?'
"Still holding up the hem of her dress showing haunches nobody had ever been able to resist before, Dona Magnolia looked the distinguished personage straight in the eye: 'Is it possible that you don't understand, that you don't understand anything?'
"He really didn't. 'Understand what?'"
Now, get hold of this book and find out for yourself what happens next.
July 3, 2022
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"Dona Flor e seus dois maridos" segue a mesma fase narrativa de Gabriela e Tieta, ambos enquadram-se no realismo m谩gico e possuem cenas de erotismo, mas neste romance o humor 茅 mais acentuado e a com茅dia desempenha um papel importante na narrativa. 脡 uma obra que revela as duas faces do amor. O amor-paix茫o presente na figura de Vadinho, que apesar de muitos desgostos ter provocado 谩 Flor tamb茅m lhe ensinou o prazer. E o amor casto-singelo, que confere conforto e seguran莽a, presente em Teodoro que apesar de mostrar-se timido aos poucos vai ocupando um espa莽o no cora莽茫o de Dona Flor pelas suas palavras delicadas e seus gestos de carinho.
Dona Flor, mulher honesta e respeitada pela comunidade da Bahia, 茅 uma afamada professora de culin谩ria e esposa do Doutor Teodoro. Vive os seus dias satisfeita com a sua vida composta pelas conferencias farmac锚uticas e as noites de m煤sica, tentando esquecer o seu primeiro marido mulherengo e jogador. Mas um dia ele regressa do al茅m, e decide provoc谩-la at茅 ela de novo cair nos seus encantos.
November 23, 2009
Dona Flor and Her Two Husbands is a novel about a cooking teacher whose first husband is a charming lowlife, who is always disappearing in search of wine, women, song and roulette, and her second marriage to an upright, responsible, devoted pharmacist who, for all his good qualities, is duller and more reserved. Especially in bed.
Having read the long and mildly tedious Island Boy, I picked it up in the hope it would be a bit more fun. It鈥檚 fiction, it鈥檚 Brazilian, all the blurbs on the cover go on about it being exotic, sexy, tropical, the work of a great story-teller鈥� all the kind of joyous clich茅s you鈥檇 hope for from the country that gave us Elza Soares, Ronaldinho and the caipirinha. I don鈥檛 only want to read books reinforce national stereotypes, but in a wet London November, a bit of Brazil seems quite tempting.
And more importantly, it was recommended by a friend. So after some of the deeply obscure, hit and miss books I鈥檝e read for the Read The World challenge, I was hoping for something juicy and enjoyable. Something that was not likely to feel like a chore.
Sadly it didn鈥檛 quite hit the spot. Not because it doesn鈥檛 have all those Brazilian clich茅s: it starts with a character dying unexpectedly during carnival while dancing in full drag, and the whole book is full of gamblers and whores and serenades, and sex and food, and humour and social satire, and a bundle of other things besides. Just reading my own description of it almost makes me want to read it again; but the actual experience of reading it wasn鈥檛 so great.
Not that it鈥檚 a bad book, but it didn鈥檛 ever quite grab me; and after 550 pages, any book that you鈥檙e not actively enjoying is going to seem like a bit of a chore. I鈥檇 be hard pressed to identify any very glaring problems with it. The characters seemed a trifle two-dimensional 鈥� particularly the two contrasting husbands, who might as well be called Id and Superego, or Apollonian and Dionysian 鈥� and the plot is perhaps stretched a bit thin; but it might just as well be that I wasn鈥檛 in the right mood for it and tried to read too much of it when I was half asleep. So while I鈥檓 not about to give it a glowing endorsement, I wouldn鈥檛 want to be too negative, either. Pathetically non-commital, I know.
Having read the long and mildly tedious Island Boy, I picked it up in the hope it would be a bit more fun. It鈥檚 fiction, it鈥檚 Brazilian, all the blurbs on the cover go on about it being exotic, sexy, tropical, the work of a great story-teller鈥� all the kind of joyous clich茅s you鈥檇 hope for from the country that gave us Elza Soares, Ronaldinho and the caipirinha. I don鈥檛 only want to read books reinforce national stereotypes, but in a wet London November, a bit of Brazil seems quite tempting.
And more importantly, it was recommended by a friend. So after some of the deeply obscure, hit and miss books I鈥檝e read for the Read The World challenge, I was hoping for something juicy and enjoyable. Something that was not likely to feel like a chore.
Sadly it didn鈥檛 quite hit the spot. Not because it doesn鈥檛 have all those Brazilian clich茅s: it starts with a character dying unexpectedly during carnival while dancing in full drag, and the whole book is full of gamblers and whores and serenades, and sex and food, and humour and social satire, and a bundle of other things besides. Just reading my own description of it almost makes me want to read it again; but the actual experience of reading it wasn鈥檛 so great.
Not that it鈥檚 a bad book, but it didn鈥檛 ever quite grab me; and after 550 pages, any book that you鈥檙e not actively enjoying is going to seem like a bit of a chore. I鈥檇 be hard pressed to identify any very glaring problems with it. The characters seemed a trifle two-dimensional 鈥� particularly the two contrasting husbands, who might as well be called Id and Superego, or Apollonian and Dionysian 鈥� and the plot is perhaps stretched a bit thin; but it might just as well be that I wasn鈥檛 in the right mood for it and tried to read too much of it when I was half asleep. So while I鈥檓 not about to give it a glowing endorsement, I wouldn鈥檛 want to be too negative, either. Pathetically non-commital, I know.
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October 21, 2023N茫o vai dar, Jorge.
February 7, 2017
This book. Wow where to begin. It took me a couple minutes to realize how amazing this was. At first when it ended I was a little unsure if I liked it but as it started sink in I realized it has to be one of the finest book I have ever read. This enlighten me in the interworking minds of many people I know I feel refreshed and enlighten and ready to continue in my life with a new improved perspective.
April 23, 2020
700+ 褋褌芯褉褨薪芯泻, 褟泻褨 褉芯蟹泻邪蟹褍褞褌褜 锌褉芯 胁邪卸谢懈胁褨褋褌褜:
- 褋械泻褋褍邪谢褜薪芯谐芯 胁懈褏芯胁邪薪薪褟,
- 胁褨写胁械褉褌芯褋褌褨,
- 褔褨褌泻芯褩 邪褉褌懈泻褍谢褟褑褨褩 褌邪 芯斜谐芯胁芯褉械薪薪褟 胁谢邪褋薪懈褏 锌芯褔褍褌褌褨胁 褌邪 褎褨蟹懈褔薪懈褏 锌芯褌褉械斜 褨蟹 斜谢懈蟹褜泻芯褞 谢褞写懈薪芯褞.
袗 褌邪泻芯卸 锌褉芯 褌械, 褖芯 泻芯卸薪械, 薪邪胁褨褌褜 薪械胁械谢懈褔泻械 褋械谢懈褖械, 褟泻械 褏芯褔械, 邪斜懈 褍 薪褜芯屑褍 卸懈谢懈 褖邪褋谢懈胁褨, 蟹写芯褉芯胁褨 褌邪 胁械褋械谢褨 谢褞写懈, 芯斜芯胁'褟蟹泻芯胁芯 屑邪褦 写械褋褜 锌芯褋褌邪胁懈褌懈 泻褨芯褋泻 褨薪褌懈屑-褕芯锌褍
袧褍 写芯斜褉械, 锌芯卸邪褉褌褍胁邪谢懈 褌邪 泄 谐芯写褨. 袧邪褋锌褉邪胁写褨, 褑械 褖械 芯写懈薪 蟹邪泻褉懈褌懈泄 屑褨泄 写邪胁薪褨泄 谐械褕褌邪谢褜褌, 蟹 褟泻芯谐芯 薪邪褉械褕褌褨 薪械 写屑械.
袣薪懈卸泻邪-斜褉邪蟹懈谢褜褋褜泻懈泄 泻邪褉薪邪胁邪谢, 褟泻懈泄 蟹邪胁卸写懈 褨蟹 褌芯斜芯褞. 携褋泻褉邪胁懈泄, 锌芯胁薪芯泻褉芯胁薪懈泄, 褨 邪卸 蟹邪薪邪写褌芯 锌械褉械薪邪褋懈褔械薪懈泄 谐械褉芯褟屑懈, 褟泻褨 薪械 锌褉懈锌懈薪褟褞褌褜 褉懈褌屑褨褔薪褨 褉褍褏懈 褋褌芯褉褨薪泻邪屑懈 褌褍写懈-褋褞写懈. 袣芯褏邪褞褌褜褋褟, 褋胁邪褉褟褌褜褋褟, 屑懈褉褟褌褜褋褟, 褋锌褨胁邪褞褌褜, 谐褉邪褞褌褜 褍 褉褍谢械褌泻褍, 蟹薪芯胁 泻芯褏邪褞褌褜褋褟, 蟹薪芯胁 褋胁邪褉褟褌褜褋褟, 芯斜屑褨薪褞褞褌褜褋褟 褉械褑械锌褌邪屑懈 芯斜褨写薪褨褏 褋褌褉邪胁 褌邪 蟹邪泻谢懈薪邪薪褜 写谢褟 屑褨褋褑械胁懈褏 斜芯卸泻褨胁 褌邪 锌褨写斜芯卸泻褨胁. 袣薪懈卸泻邪, 褍 褟泻褨泄 锌褉芯褋褌芯 卸懈胁械褕.
携泻斜懈 褋褑械薪褍 褨蟹 褌懈屑, 褟泻 肖谢芯褉 蟹谐邪写褍褦 锌械褋褌芯褖褨 褋胁芯谐芯 褔芯谢芯胁褨泻邪 褍 锌械褉械屑褨褕泻褍 褨蟹 薪邪写懈泻褌芯胁泻芯褞 泻褍谢褨薪邪褉薪芯谐芯 褉械褑械锌褌褍, 薪邪锌懈褋邪胁 薪械 袞芯褉卸褨 袗屑邪写褍 褎褨谐蟹薪邪 胁卸械 泻芯谢懈, 邪 褟泻懈泄-薪械斜褍写褜 褋褍褔邪褋薪懈泄 褍泻褉邪褩薪褋褜泻懈泄 锌懈褋褜屑械薪薪懈泻, 褌芯 泄芯谐芯 斜 芯斜芯胁'褟蟹泻芯胁芯 胁泻谢褞褔懈谢懈 褍 薪芯屑褨薪邪褑褨褞 薪邪 "袟芯谢芯褌懈泄 褏褉褨薪". 楔泻芯写邪, 褖芯 胁卸械 褟胁薪芯 薪械 胁懈泄写械 锌褉芯胁械褉薪褍褌懈 褌邪泻褍 褋芯斜褨 锌褨写褋褌褍锌薪褍 锌褉芯胁芯泻邪褑褨褞 邪写卸械 褑械泄 褉芯屑邪薪 褏褉褨薪芯-卸褞褉褨 褟胁薪芯 褔懈褌邪谢芯 泄 薪械 褉邪蟹, 褨 薪邪胁褨褌褜 褟泻褖芯 蟹薪邪泄写械褌褜褋褟 写芯褋褌邪褌薪褜芯 邪胁邪薪褌褞褉薪懈泄 邪胁褌芯褉, 褟泻懈泄 斜懈 蟹谐芯谢芯褋懈胁褋褟 泻芯锌褨锌械泄褋褌薪褍褌懈 褍 褋胁褨泄 褉芯屑邪薪 褑褞 褋褑械薪褍, 泄芯谐芯 斜 胁懈泻褉懈谢懈 褨 写芯褋懈褌褜 褕胁懈写泻芯.
袨泻褉械屑邪 锌邪谢泻邪 锌芯写褟泻邪 袙懈写邪胁薪懈褑褌胁芯 小褌邪褉芯谐芯 袥械胁邪 蟹邪 褟泻褨褋褌褜 泻薪懈谐懈. 袧邪 屑械薪械 锌褨写芯蟹褉褨谢芯 泻芯褋懈谢懈褋褜 褍 褌褉邪薪褋锌芯褉褌褨, 泻芯谢懈 褟 褩褩 褖芯褉邪蟹褍 薪褞褏邪谢邪 薪邪 泻芯卸薪芯屑褍 褉芯蟹胁芯褉芯褌褨 褨 谐谢邪写懈谢邪. 笑械 褋锌褉邪胁卸薪褟 薪芯褉泻芯屑邪薪褨褟, 蟹薪邪褞, 邪谢械 薪械 屑芯谐谢邪 蟹褍锌懈薪懈褌懈褋褟
- 褋械泻褋褍邪谢褜薪芯谐芯 胁懈褏芯胁邪薪薪褟,
- 胁褨写胁械褉褌芯褋褌褨,
- 褔褨褌泻芯褩 邪褉褌懈泻褍谢褟褑褨褩 褌邪 芯斜谐芯胁芯褉械薪薪褟 胁谢邪褋薪懈褏 锌芯褔褍褌褌褨胁 褌邪 褎褨蟹懈褔薪懈褏 锌芯褌褉械斜 褨蟹 斜谢懈蟹褜泻芯褞 谢褞写懈薪芯褞.
袗 褌邪泻芯卸 锌褉芯 褌械, 褖芯 泻芯卸薪械, 薪邪胁褨褌褜 薪械胁械谢懈褔泻械 褋械谢懈褖械, 褟泻械 褏芯褔械, 邪斜懈 褍 薪褜芯屑褍 卸懈谢懈 褖邪褋谢懈胁褨, 蟹写芯褉芯胁褨 褌邪 胁械褋械谢褨 谢褞写懈, 芯斜芯胁'褟蟹泻芯胁芯 屑邪褦 写械褋褜 锌芯褋褌邪胁懈褌懈 泻褨芯褋泻 褨薪褌懈屑-褕芯锌褍
袧褍 写芯斜褉械, 锌芯卸邪褉褌褍胁邪谢懈 褌邪 泄 谐芯写褨. 袧邪褋锌褉邪胁写褨, 褑械 褖械 芯写懈薪 蟹邪泻褉懈褌懈泄 屑褨泄 写邪胁薪褨泄 谐械褕褌邪谢褜褌, 蟹 褟泻芯谐芯 薪邪褉械褕褌褨 薪械 写屑械.
袣薪懈卸泻邪-斜褉邪蟹懈谢褜褋褜泻懈泄 泻邪褉薪邪胁邪谢, 褟泻懈泄 蟹邪胁卸写懈 褨蟹 褌芯斜芯褞. 携褋泻褉邪胁懈泄, 锌芯胁薪芯泻褉芯胁薪懈泄, 褨 邪卸 蟹邪薪邪写褌芯 锌械褉械薪邪褋懈褔械薪懈泄 谐械褉芯褟屑懈, 褟泻褨 薪械 锌褉懈锌懈薪褟褞褌褜 褉懈褌屑褨褔薪褨 褉褍褏懈 褋褌芯褉褨薪泻邪屑懈 褌褍写懈-褋褞写懈. 袣芯褏邪褞褌褜褋褟, 褋胁邪褉褟褌褜褋褟, 屑懈褉褟褌褜褋褟, 褋锌褨胁邪褞褌褜, 谐褉邪褞褌褜 褍 褉褍谢械褌泻褍, 蟹薪芯胁 泻芯褏邪褞褌褜褋褟, 蟹薪芯胁 褋胁邪褉褟褌褜褋褟, 芯斜屑褨薪褞褞褌褜褋褟 褉械褑械锌褌邪屑懈 芯斜褨写薪褨褏 褋褌褉邪胁 褌邪 蟹邪泻谢懈薪邪薪褜 写谢褟 屑褨褋褑械胁懈褏 斜芯卸泻褨胁 褌邪 锌褨写斜芯卸泻褨胁. 袣薪懈卸泻邪, 褍 褟泻褨泄 锌褉芯褋褌芯 卸懈胁械褕.
携泻斜懈 褋褑械薪褍 褨蟹 褌懈屑, 褟泻 肖谢芯褉 蟹谐邪写褍褦 锌械褋褌芯褖褨 褋胁芯谐芯 褔芯谢芯胁褨泻邪 褍 锌械褉械屑褨褕泻褍 褨蟹 薪邪写懈泻褌芯胁泻芯褞 泻褍谢褨薪邪褉薪芯谐芯 褉械褑械锌褌褍, 薪邪锌懈褋邪胁 薪械 袞芯褉卸褨 袗屑邪写褍 褎褨谐蟹薪邪 胁卸械 泻芯谢懈, 邪 褟泻懈泄-薪械斜褍写褜 褋褍褔邪褋薪懈泄 褍泻褉邪褩薪褋褜泻懈泄 锌懈褋褜屑械薪薪懈泻, 褌芯 泄芯谐芯 斜 芯斜芯胁'褟蟹泻芯胁芯 胁泻谢褞褔懈谢懈 褍 薪芯屑褨薪邪褑褨褞 薪邪 "袟芯谢芯褌懈泄 褏褉褨薪". 楔泻芯写邪, 褖芯 胁卸械 褟胁薪芯 薪械 胁懈泄写械 锌褉芯胁械褉薪褍褌懈 褌邪泻褍 褋芯斜褨 锌褨写褋褌褍锌薪褍 锌褉芯胁芯泻邪褑褨褞 邪写卸械 褑械泄 褉芯屑邪薪 褏褉褨薪芯-卸褞褉褨 褟胁薪芯 褔懈褌邪谢芯 泄 薪械 褉邪蟹, 褨 薪邪胁褨褌褜 褟泻褖芯 蟹薪邪泄写械褌褜褋褟 写芯褋褌邪褌薪褜芯 邪胁邪薪褌褞褉薪懈泄 邪胁褌芯褉, 褟泻懈泄 斜懈 蟹谐芯谢芯褋懈胁褋褟 泻芯锌褨锌械泄褋褌薪褍褌懈 褍 褋胁褨泄 褉芯屑邪薪 褑褞 褋褑械薪褍, 泄芯谐芯 斜 胁懈泻褉懈谢懈 褨 写芯褋懈褌褜 褕胁懈写泻芯.
袨泻褉械屑邪 锌邪谢泻邪 锌芯写褟泻邪 袙懈写邪胁薪懈褑褌胁芯 小褌邪褉芯谐芯 袥械胁邪 蟹邪 褟泻褨褋褌褜 泻薪懈谐懈. 袧邪 屑械薪械 锌褨写芯蟹褉褨谢芯 泻芯褋懈谢懈褋褜 褍 褌褉邪薪褋锌芯褉褌褨, 泻芯谢懈 褟 褩褩 褖芯褉邪蟹褍 薪褞褏邪谢邪 薪邪 泻芯卸薪芯屑褍 褉芯蟹胁芯褉芯褌褨 褨 谐谢邪写懈谢邪. 笑械 褋锌褉邪胁卸薪褟 薪芯褉泻芯屑邪薪褨褟, 蟹薪邪褞, 邪谢械 薪械 屑芯谐谢邪 蟹褍锌懈薪懈褌懈褋褟
February 27, 2022
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Sono partito a leggere questo corposo romanzo con una certa lentezza e una non particolare predisposizione: comprato in luogo di un'offerta estiva (estate 2017, credo) della Garzanti che, al costo di un libro, te ne dava due (l'altro, il motivo sostanziale dell'acquisto, era stato il soporifero Microcosmi di Magris).
Rimasto sul fondo di un cassetto, ancora nel suo cellophane, per tutto questo tempo, e preso in mano quest'estate per smaltire un p貌 di quelle giacenze che ogni buon bibliofilo possiede, disperse per tutta la casa e indefinibili per quantit脿.
Quindi l'approccio 猫 stato senza grosse pretese e senza particolare entusiasmo. Le prime pagine - che non mi hanno molto colpito - hanno acuito tali predisposizioni, cos矛 come il fatto che di Amado, se non la fama, nient'altro conoscevo.
Il problema, che pu貌 frenare molti lettori anche migliori del sottoscritto, risiede nel fatto che le pagine sono molto dense, e denso 猫 il racconto. Tipicamente sudamericano in questo, Amado assomiglia moltissimo a Garcia Marquez, sia per stile che per trame, e la sua prosa - come quella del colombiano - fluisce in maniera sonnolente ma assolutamente imponente, per quantit脿 di dettagli, personaggi e intrecci: il paragone con quei grandi fiumi del continente sudamericano 猫, a mio parere, quanto mai calzante. E come quelle, queste grandi masse di parole e fatti rischiano di travolgere il lettore, di farlo annegare.
Poi succede che i meravigliosi personaggi, il sorprendente intreccio, l'alternarsi sottile fra reale e irreale, l'ironia ovunque presente ti prendano lentamente, ti si avviluppino intorno e finisci per trovarti immerso mani e piedi nella trama. Cos矛 con Garcia Marquez, cos矛 con Amado. Forse anche di pi霉.
Il romanzo 猫 veramente un capolavoro, credo senza se e senza ma. La storia, coinvolgente e commovente, di Flor e dei suoi due mariti, 猫 bellissima, cos矛 come meravigliosi sono i personaggi tratteggiati dall'autore, che coralmente danno forma alle vicissitudini del romanzo. Tutti i personaggi, sia quelli positivi che quelli negativi (che alla fin fine sono assai pochi, dato che nelle loro miserie tutti - o quasi - mostrano un loro peculiare lato umano), a cominciare dalla stupenda Flor, vera e assoluta protagonista del libro, e anche dai suoi due mariti, uno l'opposto dell'altro e che tuttavia sono necessari, insieme, per dare a lei la completa felicit脿: il primo, lo spiantato Vadinho, accanito giocatore d'azzardo, puttaniere, nottambulo, che vive la vita alla giornata con grande generosit脿 e senza calcoli; il secondo, il dottor Teodoro, benestante farmacista, musicista, uomo onesto, buono e pacato.
Entrambi, ognuno a modo loro, innamorati persi di Flor. Quando il primo marito, Vadinho, muore improvvisamente collassando durante il carnevale, nell'ultimo dei suoi baccanali, lascia la povera Flor disperata vedova, nonostante gli infiniti tradimenti, i debiti, la precariet脿 della vita insieme; servir脿 un anno per riprendersi, sorretta dalla grande e generosa umanit脿 del vicinato (ah, come pare lontana quella societ脿 al giorno d'oggi), per convolare nuovamente a nozze con il modesto gentile e onesto dottor Teodoro, che le porter脿 in dote, oltre a una vita felice e tranquilla, anche la sicurezza di una condizione economica e sociale salda e un amore assoluto.
Il dottore, uomo metodico e probo, 猫 l'opposto del suo predecessore, e pur garantendosi l'affetto incondizionato di Flor non riesce ad accenderne la passione (come invece riusciva a fare l'altro), compresso com'猫, dal carattere e dalla naturale predisposizione, nella sua altolocata posizione sociale e nella ricercata monotonia: cos矛, nella quinta e ultima parte del libro, improvvisamente il morto ricompare, richiamato dalla sua vedova. Il ritmo del libro aumenta, i capitoli si fanno rapidi, le situazioni si fanno serrate: l'estinto corteggia sua moglie e contemporaneamente favorisce vincite colossali ai suoi vecchi e splendidi compagni di sbronze, facendo sbancare il maggior casin貌 della citt脿; molti si accorgono dell'inquietante e farsesca presenza, ma solo Flor pu貌 vederlo.
Alla fine, Flor sceglie l'unica strada possibile, l'unica che pu貌 darle la completa felicit脿 e la pace. Meritata.
Ribadisco, romanzo strepitoso, consiglia a chi lo affronter脿 di tenere duro all'inizio perch茅 ne varr脿 la pena, e i suoi personaggi resteranno nel cuore e nella mente a lungo. Flor, in particolare: uno dei pi霉 belli e completi ritratti di donna a tutto tondo mai scritti.
Un appunto sulla traduzione: mi pareva vetusta e vecchiotta, ma arrivato alla fine mi accorgo che l'insistenza su una terminologia desueta, popolarescamente arcaica ha contribuito in maniera determinante a farmi immergere compiutamente nella Bahia degli anni Sessanta, oltre a amplificare il grasso humor popolare di Amado, con mio sommo diletto.
Sono partito a leggere questo corposo romanzo con una certa lentezza e una non particolare predisposizione: comprato in luogo di un'offerta estiva (estate 2017, credo) della Garzanti che, al costo di un libro, te ne dava due (l'altro, il motivo sostanziale dell'acquisto, era stato il soporifero Microcosmi di Magris).
Rimasto sul fondo di un cassetto, ancora nel suo cellophane, per tutto questo tempo, e preso in mano quest'estate per smaltire un p貌 di quelle giacenze che ogni buon bibliofilo possiede, disperse per tutta la casa e indefinibili per quantit脿.
Quindi l'approccio 猫 stato senza grosse pretese e senza particolare entusiasmo. Le prime pagine - che non mi hanno molto colpito - hanno acuito tali predisposizioni, cos矛 come il fatto che di Amado, se non la fama, nient'altro conoscevo.
Il problema, che pu貌 frenare molti lettori anche migliori del sottoscritto, risiede nel fatto che le pagine sono molto dense, e denso 猫 il racconto. Tipicamente sudamericano in questo, Amado assomiglia moltissimo a Garcia Marquez, sia per stile che per trame, e la sua prosa - come quella del colombiano - fluisce in maniera sonnolente ma assolutamente imponente, per quantit脿 di dettagli, personaggi e intrecci: il paragone con quei grandi fiumi del continente sudamericano 猫, a mio parere, quanto mai calzante. E come quelle, queste grandi masse di parole e fatti rischiano di travolgere il lettore, di farlo annegare.
Poi succede che i meravigliosi personaggi, il sorprendente intreccio, l'alternarsi sottile fra reale e irreale, l'ironia ovunque presente ti prendano lentamente, ti si avviluppino intorno e finisci per trovarti immerso mani e piedi nella trama. Cos矛 con Garcia Marquez, cos矛 con Amado. Forse anche di pi霉.
Il romanzo 猫 veramente un capolavoro, credo senza se e senza ma. La storia, coinvolgente e commovente, di Flor e dei suoi due mariti, 猫 bellissima, cos矛 come meravigliosi sono i personaggi tratteggiati dall'autore, che coralmente danno forma alle vicissitudini del romanzo. Tutti i personaggi, sia quelli positivi che quelli negativi (che alla fin fine sono assai pochi, dato che nelle loro miserie tutti - o quasi - mostrano un loro peculiare lato umano), a cominciare dalla stupenda Flor, vera e assoluta protagonista del libro, e anche dai suoi due mariti, uno l'opposto dell'altro e che tuttavia sono necessari, insieme, per dare a lei la completa felicit脿: il primo, lo spiantato Vadinho, accanito giocatore d'azzardo, puttaniere, nottambulo, che vive la vita alla giornata con grande generosit脿 e senza calcoli; il secondo, il dottor Teodoro, benestante farmacista, musicista, uomo onesto, buono e pacato.
Entrambi, ognuno a modo loro, innamorati persi di Flor. Quando il primo marito, Vadinho, muore improvvisamente collassando durante il carnevale, nell'ultimo dei suoi baccanali, lascia la povera Flor disperata vedova, nonostante gli infiniti tradimenti, i debiti, la precariet脿 della vita insieme; servir脿 un anno per riprendersi, sorretta dalla grande e generosa umanit脿 del vicinato (ah, come pare lontana quella societ脿 al giorno d'oggi), per convolare nuovamente a nozze con il modesto gentile e onesto dottor Teodoro, che le porter脿 in dote, oltre a una vita felice e tranquilla, anche la sicurezza di una condizione economica e sociale salda e un amore assoluto.
Il dottore, uomo metodico e probo, 猫 l'opposto del suo predecessore, e pur garantendosi l'affetto incondizionato di Flor non riesce ad accenderne la passione (come invece riusciva a fare l'altro), compresso com'猫, dal carattere e dalla naturale predisposizione, nella sua altolocata posizione sociale e nella ricercata monotonia: cos矛, nella quinta e ultima parte del libro, improvvisamente il morto ricompare, richiamato dalla sua vedova. Il ritmo del libro aumenta, i capitoli si fanno rapidi, le situazioni si fanno serrate: l'estinto corteggia sua moglie e contemporaneamente favorisce vincite colossali ai suoi vecchi e splendidi compagni di sbronze, facendo sbancare il maggior casin貌 della citt脿; molti si accorgono dell'inquietante e farsesca presenza, ma solo Flor pu貌 vederlo.
Alla fine, Flor sceglie l'unica strada possibile, l'unica che pu貌 darle la completa felicit脿 e la pace. Meritata.
Ribadisco, romanzo strepitoso, consiglia a chi lo affronter脿 di tenere duro all'inizio perch茅 ne varr脿 la pena, e i suoi personaggi resteranno nel cuore e nella mente a lungo. Flor, in particolare: uno dei pi霉 belli e completi ritratti di donna a tutto tondo mai scritti.
Un appunto sulla traduzione: mi pareva vetusta e vecchiotta, ma arrivato alla fine mi accorgo che l'insistenza su una terminologia desueta, popolarescamente arcaica ha contribuito in maniera determinante a farmi immergere compiutamente nella Bahia degli anni Sessanta, oltre a amplificare il grasso humor popolare di Amado, con mio sommo diletto.
April 8, 2025
袦褨泄 薪芯胁懈泄, 薪邪褕胁懈写褕械 锌褉芯褔懈褌邪薪懈泄 褌芯胁褋褌褍薪械褑褜. 笑械 褉械邪谢褜薪芯 薪邪泄斜褨谢褜褕邪 锌邪锌械褉芯胁邪 泻薪懈卸泻邪, 褟泻褍 泻芯谢懈-薪械斜褍写褜 褔懈褌邪胁, 褨 蟹褉芯斜懈胁 褑械 褖械 泄 蟹邪 薪械锌芯胁薪懈褏 写胁邪 褌懈卸薪褨. 袛褍屑邪褞, 褑械 薪械锌芯谐邪薪芯 褋胁褨写褔懈褌褜 锌褉芯 泻薪懈卸泻褍.
袦械薪褨 锌芯写芯斜邪褦褌褜褋褟, 褟泻 锌懈褋邪胁 袗屑邪写褍, 芯泻褉褨屑 褏褨斜邪 褖芯 泄芯谐芯 屑褨蟹芯谐褨薪褨褩, 泻芯褌褉邪 锌褉芯褟胁谢褟褦褌褜褋褟 屑褨褋褑褟屑懈, 邪谢械 蟹邪谐邪谢芯屑 胁褨薪 薪邪褔械 写芯褋懈褌褜 锌褉懈褏懈谢褜薪懈泄 写芯 卸褨薪芯泻.
袙 褑褨泄 褨褋褌芯褉褨褩 屑芯谐谢芯 斜懈 蟹薪邪泄褌懈褋褟 斜褨谢褜褕械 屑褨褋褑褟 写谢褟 褋褌褉邪胁 褨 褩褏薪褨褏 褉械褑械锌褌褨胁, 褟 薪邪胁褨褌褜 褌褉芯褏懈 褑褜芯屑褍 蟹写懈胁芯胁邪薪懈泄, 斜芯 锌芯褌械薪褑褨泄薪芯 屑芯卸薪邪 斜褍谢芯 褌褍褌 胁懈褌褟谐薪褍褌懈 蟹邪胁写褟泻懈 褋屑邪泻褍 蟹 薪械褩 蟹薪邪褕薪芯 斜褨谢褜褕械. 孝邪 褋邪屑邪 袚邪斜褉褨褦谢邪 屑械薪褨 蟹写邪褦褌褜褋褟 斜褨谢褜褕 锌械褉褔懈褋褌芯褞 褌邪 蟹邪锌邪褕薪芯褞, 薪褨卸 褑褟 泻薪懈卸泻邪 锌褉芯 胁谢邪褋薪懈褑褞 褌邪 胁懈泻谢邪写邪褔泻褍 泻褍谢褨薪邪褉薪芯褩 褕泻芯谢懈. 袩褉芯褌械 褌褉芯褏懈 褑褜芯谐芯 写芯斜褉邪 褌邪泻懈 褦 褨 胁懈 胁蟹薪邪褦褌械 薪邪蟹胁懈 褋褌褉邪胁 褨蟹 斜邪褩褟薪褋褜泻芯褩 泻褍褏薪褨.
袩芯写芯斜邪褦褌褜褋褟, 褖芯 褌褉邪写懈褑褨泄薪芯 褑械 写褍卸械 屑褨褋褑械胁邪 泻薪懈卸泻邪, 泻芯褌褉邪 泻谢邪褋薪芯 芯锌懈褋褍褦 谢芯泻邪谢褜薪褨 泻芯薪褌械泻褋褌懈 褌邪 薪邪褋褌褉芯褩. 袧械 薪邪褋褌褨谢褜泻懈 泻褉褍褌邪 胁 褑褜芯屑褍, 褟泻 褌邪 卸 袚邪斜褉褨褦谢邪, 邪谢械 褌褍褌 写芯写邪褌泻芯胁懈屑 锌谢褞褋芯屑 褋褌邪褞褌褜 褖械 泄 屑褨褋褑械胁褨 泻褍谢褜褌懈.
袩芯屑褨褌薪芯, 褖芯 袗屑邪写褍 褋邪屑 写芯褋懈褌褜 褋懈谢褜薪芯 锌械褉械泄薪褟胁褋褟 褑褨褦褞 褨褋褌芯褉褨褦褞, 斜芯 懈薪邪泻褕械 褟 薪械 蟹薪邪褞, 褟泻懈屑 褔懈薪芯屑 屑芯卸薪邪 褉芯蟹锌懈褋褍胁邪褌懈 褌邪泻 写械褌邪谢褜薪芯 卸懈褌褌褟 写褉褍谐芯褉褟写薪懈褏 褔懈 褔械褌胁械褉褌芯褉褟写薪懈褏 锌械褉褋芯薪邪卸褨胁, 胁懈写褨谢褟褞褔懈 褩屑 锌芯写械泻褍写懈 褑褨谢褨 锌褨写褉芯蟹写褨谢懈 薪邪 褋褌芯褉褨薪芯泻 15. 袗谢械 褑械 写芯写邪褦 芯斜'褦屑褍 褨 锌械胁薪懈褏 泻芯薪褌械泻褋褌褨胁, 褉芯蟹褍屑褨薪薪褟 褋褍褋锌褨谢褜褋褌胁邪 泄 褌芯谐芯褔邪褋薪懈褏 锌芯写褨泄 褨 写芯写邪褌泻芯胁芯 蟹邪薪褍褉褞褦.
孝邪泻 褋邪屑芯 屑械薪械 蟹写懈胁褍胁邪谢邪 泻褨薪褑褨胁泻邪, 泻芯褌褉芯褩 褟 薪械 芯褔褨泻褍胁邪胁, 屑邪褞 薪邪 褍胁邪蟹褨 薪械 芯褋褌邪褌芯褕薪懈泄 褉芯蟹胁懈褌芯泻, 邪 锌芯 褋褍褌褨 芯褋褌邪薪薪褨泄 褉芯蟹写褨谢 (锌懈褕褍 褌邪泻, 邪斜懈 薪械 褋锌芯泄谢械褉懈褌懈 褨 薪械 褏芯胁邪褌懈 褉械褑械薪蟹褨褞 胁褨写 褌懈褏, 褏褌芯 泻薪懈卸泻懈 褖械 薪械 褔懈褌邪胁). 袦械薪褨 褋锌芯写芯斜邪谢芯褋褟, 褟泻 胁褨薪 薪邪锌懈褋邪薪懈泄 褨 褖芯 芯斜褉邪胁 袗屑邪写褍 写谢褟 蟹邪泻褨薪褔械薪薪褟 蟹邪谐邪谢芯屑, 褌芯屑褍 褟 褕胁懈写褕械 蟹邪写芯胁芯谢械薪懈泄 泻薪懈卸泻芯褞 褨 褩褩 锌褨褋谢褟褋屑邪泻芯屑, 薪褨卸 薪褨, 褏芯褔邪 斜邪谐邪褌芯 褌械屑 褨 谐械褉芯褩胁 屑械薪褨 邪斜褋芯谢褞褌薪芯 褔褍卸褨 褔懈 泄 薪械锌褉懈褦屑薪褨. 袙褉械褕褌褨, 袗屑邪写褍 胁写邪褦褌褜褋褟 褌邪泻 芯锌懈褋褍胁邪褌懈 袚褍谢褜胁褨褋褍, 褖芯 褑褜芯屑褍 胁褨写胁械褉褌芯 薪械锌褉懈褦屑薪芯屑褍 褌懈锌, 邪 褔邪褋褌芯 - 屑褍写邪褔懈褋褜泻褍 薪邪胁褨褌褜 屑褨褋褑褟屑懈 褋锌褨胁褔褍胁邪褦褕. 袩褉芯褌械 褟胁薪芯 薪械 褌芯写褨, 泻芯谢懈 褑械泄 谐褨屑薪褞泻 斜'褦 写褉褍卸懈薪褍. 袉 褑褨 褋褌芯褋褍薪泻懈, 写械 谐械褉芯褩薪褟 锌芯褌褉邪锌谢褟褦 胁 蟹邪谢械卸薪褨褋褌褜 胁褨写 褌邪泻芯谐芯 锌械褉褋芯薪邪卸邪 - 褑械 蟹邪谢懈褕邪褦 薪械锌褉懈褦屑薪懈泄 锌褨褋谢褟褋屑邪泻.
袦械薪褨 锌芯写芯斜邪褦褌褜褋褟, 褟泻 锌懈褋邪胁 袗屑邪写褍, 芯泻褉褨屑 褏褨斜邪 褖芯 泄芯谐芯 屑褨蟹芯谐褨薪褨褩, 泻芯褌褉邪 锌褉芯褟胁谢褟褦褌褜褋褟 屑褨褋褑褟屑懈, 邪谢械 蟹邪谐邪谢芯屑 胁褨薪 薪邪褔械 写芯褋懈褌褜 锌褉懈褏懈谢褜薪懈泄 写芯 卸褨薪芯泻.
袙 褑褨泄 褨褋褌芯褉褨褩 屑芯谐谢芯 斜懈 蟹薪邪泄褌懈褋褟 斜褨谢褜褕械 屑褨褋褑褟 写谢褟 褋褌褉邪胁 褨 褩褏薪褨褏 褉械褑械锌褌褨胁, 褟 薪邪胁褨褌褜 褌褉芯褏懈 褑褜芯屑褍 蟹写懈胁芯胁邪薪懈泄, 斜芯 锌芯褌械薪褑褨泄薪芯 屑芯卸薪邪 斜褍谢芯 褌褍褌 胁懈褌褟谐薪褍褌懈 蟹邪胁写褟泻懈 褋屑邪泻褍 蟹 薪械褩 蟹薪邪褕薪芯 斜褨谢褜褕械. 孝邪 褋邪屑邪 袚邪斜褉褨褦谢邪 屑械薪褨 蟹写邪褦褌褜褋褟 斜褨谢褜褕 锌械褉褔懈褋褌芯褞 褌邪 蟹邪锌邪褕薪芯褞, 薪褨卸 褑褟 泻薪懈卸泻邪 锌褉芯 胁谢邪褋薪懈褑褞 褌邪 胁懈泻谢邪写邪褔泻褍 泻褍谢褨薪邪褉薪芯褩 褕泻芯谢懈. 袩褉芯褌械 褌褉芯褏懈 褑褜芯谐芯 写芯斜褉邪 褌邪泻懈 褦 褨 胁懈 胁蟹薪邪褦褌械 薪邪蟹胁懈 褋褌褉邪胁 褨蟹 斜邪褩褟薪褋褜泻芯褩 泻褍褏薪褨.
袩芯写芯斜邪褦褌褜褋褟, 褖芯 褌褉邪写懈褑褨泄薪芯 褑械 写褍卸械 屑褨褋褑械胁邪 泻薪懈卸泻邪, 泻芯褌褉邪 泻谢邪褋薪芯 芯锌懈褋褍褦 谢芯泻邪谢褜薪褨 泻芯薪褌械泻褋褌懈 褌邪 薪邪褋褌褉芯褩. 袧械 薪邪褋褌褨谢褜泻懈 泻褉褍褌邪 胁 褑褜芯屑褍, 褟泻 褌邪 卸 袚邪斜褉褨褦谢邪, 邪谢械 褌褍褌 写芯写邪褌泻芯胁懈屑 锌谢褞褋芯屑 褋褌邪褞褌褜 褖械 泄 屑褨褋褑械胁褨 泻褍谢褜褌懈.
袩芯屑褨褌薪芯, 褖芯 袗屑邪写褍 褋邪屑 写芯褋懈褌褜 褋懈谢褜薪芯 锌械褉械泄薪褟胁褋褟 褑褨褦褞 褨褋褌芯褉褨褦褞, 斜芯 懈薪邪泻褕械 褟 薪械 蟹薪邪褞, 褟泻懈屑 褔懈薪芯屑 屑芯卸薪邪 褉芯蟹锌懈褋褍胁邪褌懈 褌邪泻 写械褌邪谢褜薪芯 卸懈褌褌褟 写褉褍谐芯褉褟写薪懈褏 褔懈 褔械褌胁械褉褌芯褉褟写薪懈褏 锌械褉褋芯薪邪卸褨胁, 胁懈写褨谢褟褞褔懈 褩屑 锌芯写械泻褍写懈 褑褨谢褨 锌褨写褉芯蟹写褨谢懈 薪邪 褋褌芯褉褨薪芯泻 15. 袗谢械 褑械 写芯写邪褦 芯斜'褦屑褍 褨 锌械胁薪懈褏 泻芯薪褌械泻褋褌褨胁, 褉芯蟹褍屑褨薪薪褟 褋褍褋锌褨谢褜褋褌胁邪 泄 褌芯谐芯褔邪褋薪懈褏 锌芯写褨泄 褨 写芯写邪褌泻芯胁芯 蟹邪薪褍褉褞褦.
孝邪泻 褋邪屑芯 屑械薪械 蟹写懈胁褍胁邪谢邪 泻褨薪褑褨胁泻邪, 泻芯褌褉芯褩 褟 薪械 芯褔褨泻褍胁邪胁, 屑邪褞 薪邪 褍胁邪蟹褨 薪械 芯褋褌邪褌芯褕薪懈泄 褉芯蟹胁懈褌芯泻, 邪 锌芯 褋褍褌褨 芯褋褌邪薪薪褨泄 褉芯蟹写褨谢 (锌懈褕褍 褌邪泻, 邪斜懈 薪械 褋锌芯泄谢械褉懈褌懈 褨 薪械 褏芯胁邪褌懈 褉械褑械薪蟹褨褞 胁褨写 褌懈褏, 褏褌芯 泻薪懈卸泻懈 褖械 薪械 褔懈褌邪胁). 袦械薪褨 褋锌芯写芯斜邪谢芯褋褟, 褟泻 胁褨薪 薪邪锌懈褋邪薪懈泄 褨 褖芯 芯斜褉邪胁 袗屑邪写褍 写谢褟 蟹邪泻褨薪褔械薪薪褟 蟹邪谐邪谢芯屑, 褌芯屑褍 褟 褕胁懈写褕械 蟹邪写芯胁芯谢械薪懈泄 泻薪懈卸泻芯褞 褨 褩褩 锌褨褋谢褟褋屑邪泻芯屑, 薪褨卸 薪褨, 褏芯褔邪 斜邪谐邪褌芯 褌械屑 褨 谐械褉芯褩胁 屑械薪褨 邪斜褋芯谢褞褌薪芯 褔褍卸褨 褔懈 泄 薪械锌褉懈褦屑薪褨. 袙褉械褕褌褨, 袗屑邪写褍 胁写邪褦褌褜褋褟 褌邪泻 芯锌懈褋褍胁邪褌懈 袚褍谢褜胁褨褋褍, 褖芯 褑褜芯屑褍 胁褨写胁械褉褌芯 薪械锌褉懈褦屑薪芯屑褍 褌懈锌, 邪 褔邪褋褌芯 - 屑褍写邪褔懈褋褜泻褍 薪邪胁褨褌褜 屑褨褋褑褟屑懈 褋锌褨胁褔褍胁邪褦褕. 袩褉芯褌械 褟胁薪芯 薪械 褌芯写褨, 泻芯谢懈 褑械泄 谐褨屑薪褞泻 斜'褦 写褉褍卸懈薪褍. 袉 褑褨 褋褌芯褋褍薪泻懈, 写械 谐械褉芯褩薪褟 锌芯褌褉邪锌谢褟褦 胁 蟹邪谢械卸薪褨褋褌褜 胁褨写 褌邪泻芯谐芯 锌械褉褋芯薪邪卸邪 - 褑械 蟹邪谢懈褕邪褦 薪械锌褉懈褦屑薪懈泄 锌褨褋谢褟褋屑邪泻.
July 20, 2015
Se ci fosse un aggettivo per descrivere questo libro, direi vitale. La vitalit脿 猫 il leit - motiv intorno al quale ruota tutta la vicenda che Amado racconta.
La vitalit脿, di cui parlavo poc'anzi, si incarna nei vari personaggi, a cominciare da Dona Flor, passionale, temeraria, vitale, appunto, a Vadinho, che trascina Dona Flor nel suo mondo dedito alle donne, all'alcool, al gioco, nel suo mondo di passioni e di sensualit脿, fino a Teodoro, il secondo marito di Dona Flor subito dopo la vedovanza, che 猫 l'antitesi di Vadinho, molto pacato e tranquillo, ma anche della tipica anima brasiliana.
Non 猫 solo un tributo alla terra brasiliana, alla sua anima carioca, festosa e vitale, ma anche alla passionalit脿, alla vitalit脿, alla sensualit脿 che caratterizza quei luoghi e alle sue mille sfaccettature, ai volti dei vari personaggi che fanno da corollario a questo romanzo.
La vitalit脿, di cui parlavo poc'anzi, si incarna nei vari personaggi, a cominciare da Dona Flor, passionale, temeraria, vitale, appunto, a Vadinho, che trascina Dona Flor nel suo mondo dedito alle donne, all'alcool, al gioco, nel suo mondo di passioni e di sensualit脿, fino a Teodoro, il secondo marito di Dona Flor subito dopo la vedovanza, che 猫 l'antitesi di Vadinho, molto pacato e tranquillo, ma anche della tipica anima brasiliana.
Non 猫 solo un tributo alla terra brasiliana, alla sua anima carioca, festosa e vitale, ma anche alla passionalit脿, alla vitalit脿, alla sensualit脿 che caratterizza quei luoghi e alle sue mille sfaccettature, ai volti dei vari personaggi che fanno da corollario a questo romanzo.
October 4, 2021
鈥濪ona Flor 葯i cei doi so葲i ai ei鈥�
Jorge Amado 4,5/5
Doamnelor 葯i domnilor, triunghiul amoros perfect exist膬, 卯n versiunea scris膬 de autorul Jorge Amado, brazilianul cu un sim葲 al umorului perfect, f膬r膬 exager膬ri sau snobisme.
I-am dat 9 pentru c膬 m-a 葲inut de-a lungul celor 544 de pagini 卯ntr-o continu膬 stare de bine 葯i pl膬cere vizual膬 bine determinat膬. Pe l芒ng膬 c膬r葲ile bune 葯i care merit膬 a fi citite, 卯葯i face loc 葯i cea a domnului Amado, cu povestea unui cuplu alc膬tuit din 3 oameni, mai pu葲in sau mai mult obi葯nui葲i, dar func葲ional. 脦nc膬 din primele pagini asist膬m la un stil captivant, deoarece nu prea g膬se葯ti autori care s膬 te prind膬 f膬r膬 mult膬 curtare din primele cuvinte, 葯i nu cu orice 鈥瀉deziv鈥� banal, ci cu c芒teva cutume de la 卯nmorm芒ntarea preaiubitului so葲 al donei Flor, Vadinho, ce m芒ncare sau b膬utur膬 trebuie s膬 fie prezent膬 pe mas膬, cum 葯i cine face cafeaua, c芒t de trist膬 葯i de sc芒rbit膬 este necesar a fi v膬duva.
Pentru ca un priveghi sa-l cinsteasc膬 a葯a cum se cuvine pe cel mort, f膬c芒ndu-i astfel mai u葯oar膬 prima noapte a mor葲ii sale, care este cea mai zbuciumat膬, trebuie s膬 fie pl膬nuit cu mare grij膬, cu toat膬 aten葲ia cuvenit膬 at芒t mortului, c芒t 葯i poftei de m芒ncare. C芒nd ar trebui servite gust膬rile?
Toata noaptea, de la 卯nceput pana la sf芒r葯it. Cafeaua trebuie servit膬 tot timpul, 葯i aici vorbim de cafea simpl膬 鈥� cafezinho 鈥� s膬 fie clar. Un mic dejun 卯n toat膬 regula, cu cafea cu lapte, p芒ine, unt, br芒nz膬, biscui葲i, pr膬jituri de manioc, cuscus cu ou膬 ochiuri, este servit doar spre diminea葲膬 葯i doar acelora care au r膬mas s膬 vegheze p芒n膬 la ziu膬.
Dona Flor s-a m膬ritat cu primul ei so葲, fiind fermecat膬 de personalitatea lui debordant膬, un 鈥瀙etit鈥� psihopat, un parazit dulce care a 葯tiut s膬 tr膬iasc膬 doar pe spinarea so葲iei, s膬 o 卯n葯ele, s膬 o 卯ndulceasc膬 mereu c芒nd acesta avea nevoie de bani, s膬 mint膬 f膬r膬 neru葯inare, s膬-葲i petreac膬 nop葲ile oriunde, doar acas膬 nu, s膬 fac膬 dragoste cu so葲ia lui numai c芒nd sim葲ea c膬 aceasta cedeaz膬 din cauza nervilor 葯i a geloziei, acesta s膬 moar膬 卯n timpul carnavalului din cauza b膬uturii 葯i a organismului istovit de petreceri.
Dup膬 un 葯ir de dezam膬giri, oameni toxici 葯i amintiri dureroase despre fosta c膬s膬torie, dona Flor prinde aripi, z芒mbet 葯i 卯i sclipesc ochii chiar dac膬, oficial, 卯nc膬 se mai afl膬 卯n perioada de doliu. Iar aceast膬 nou膬 atitudine o aduce la c膬s膬toria num膬rul 2, unde 卯n peisaj apare antipodul primului so葲. Teodoro este un farmacist 卯nst膬rit, inteligent, fidel 葯i corect, calit膬葲i care o fac s膬-l 卯ndr膬geasc膬 de b膬rbatul cump膬tat 葯i atent. 脦ns膬 ceva nu-i ajunge sau cineva...
Romanul este o atmosfer膬 perfect膬 a tot ceea ce 卯nseamn膬: societate bolnav膬 de prejudec膬葲i, dragoste nes膬buit膬, petreceri care degenereaz膬 卯n cele mai depravate finaluri cu iz de urgie hippy. Mi-au pl膬cut toate personajele lui Amado, gustoase 卯n felul s膬u, nevast膬 disperat膬, un so葲 teribil dar plin de 葯arm, altul cuminte 葯i caraghios, o mam膬 ipocrit膬, vecine cu nasul de m膬rimea lui Pinocchio, prieteni 葯i camarazi de pahar care sunt vii 葯i colora葲i, or 卯n momentele lor de glorie 葯i luare de cuv芒nt, ace葯tia str膬lucesc, 葯i atunci nu mai conteaz膬 corectitudinea a ceea ce auzi, ci doar acel sentiment de destindere anarhist膬, doar pl膬cere 葯i at芒t, chiar 葯i merg芒nd la bra葲 cu so葲ia ta 卯n fundul gol (citind cartea o s膬 g膬si葲i sensul :D).
鈥楴ici m膬car Yansa, cea care alung膬 sufletele, care nu se teme de spirite 葯i de insulte, care porunce葯te celor mor葲i, r膬zboinic膬 al c膬rei strigat face s膬 putrezeasc膬 fructele 葯i distruge armate 卯ntregi, nici m膬car ea nu a reu葯it s膬-葯i impun膬 卯ndr膬zneala 葯i autoritatea; vr膬jitorul lui Exu 卯i luase coasa 葯i 卯mpletitura din fire de p膬r din coada unui cal. Totul se r膬sturnase, lumea era pe dos, pr芒nzul la miezul nop葲ii, soarele pe cer 卯nainte de a ap膬rea zorii.鈥�
Nu m-am identificat cu nici unul din personaje, de葯i tind s膬 fac aceast膬 gre葯eal膬, care, c芒teodat膬, te 卯mpiedic膬 s膬 apreciezi corect lectura, a葯a c膬 aici am fost un martor ocular, lu芒nd noti葲e despre st膬ri, apreciind un subiect proasp膬t, chiar dac膬 st膬 prin libr膬rii de prin 1966. O ve葲i recunoa葯te pe dona Flor 卯n cineva din prietenele voastre 葯i o ve葲i 卯n葲elege, caracterul ei 葯i personalitatea, am 卯ndr膬git-o iremediabil, autorul s-a str膬duit s膬 fie 卯n葲eles orice detaliu al acestui roman, at芒t de pedant a fost.
Cultura brazilian膬 este bine impregnat膬 卯n pagini, 卯ns膬 tinzi s膬 o compari cu a noastr膬, 葯i f膬r膬 s膬 depun un efort mare, eu 卯mi dau seama c芒t de mult sem膬n膬m 卯n g芒ndire 葯i ac葲iuni. P芒n膬 la urm膬 nimic nu se schimb膬, doar ma葯inile evolueaz膬.
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Jorge Amado 4,5/5
Doamnelor 葯i domnilor, triunghiul amoros perfect exist膬, 卯n versiunea scris膬 de autorul Jorge Amado, brazilianul cu un sim葲 al umorului perfect, f膬r膬 exager膬ri sau snobisme.
I-am dat 9 pentru c膬 m-a 葲inut de-a lungul celor 544 de pagini 卯ntr-o continu膬 stare de bine 葯i pl膬cere vizual膬 bine determinat膬. Pe l芒ng膬 c膬r葲ile bune 葯i care merit膬 a fi citite, 卯葯i face loc 葯i cea a domnului Amado, cu povestea unui cuplu alc膬tuit din 3 oameni, mai pu葲in sau mai mult obi葯nui葲i, dar func葲ional. 脦nc膬 din primele pagini asist膬m la un stil captivant, deoarece nu prea g膬se葯ti autori care s膬 te prind膬 f膬r膬 mult膬 curtare din primele cuvinte, 葯i nu cu orice 鈥瀉deziv鈥� banal, ci cu c芒teva cutume de la 卯nmorm芒ntarea preaiubitului so葲 al donei Flor, Vadinho, ce m芒ncare sau b膬utur膬 trebuie s膬 fie prezent膬 pe mas膬, cum 葯i cine face cafeaua, c芒t de trist膬 葯i de sc芒rbit膬 este necesar a fi v膬duva.
Pentru ca un priveghi sa-l cinsteasc膬 a葯a cum se cuvine pe cel mort, f膬c芒ndu-i astfel mai u葯oar膬 prima noapte a mor葲ii sale, care este cea mai zbuciumat膬, trebuie s膬 fie pl膬nuit cu mare grij膬, cu toat膬 aten葲ia cuvenit膬 at芒t mortului, c芒t 葯i poftei de m芒ncare. C芒nd ar trebui servite gust膬rile?
Toata noaptea, de la 卯nceput pana la sf芒r葯it. Cafeaua trebuie servit膬 tot timpul, 葯i aici vorbim de cafea simpl膬 鈥� cafezinho 鈥� s膬 fie clar. Un mic dejun 卯n toat膬 regula, cu cafea cu lapte, p芒ine, unt, br芒nz膬, biscui葲i, pr膬jituri de manioc, cuscus cu ou膬 ochiuri, este servit doar spre diminea葲膬 葯i doar acelora care au r膬mas s膬 vegheze p芒n膬 la ziu膬.
Dona Flor s-a m膬ritat cu primul ei so葲, fiind fermecat膬 de personalitatea lui debordant膬, un 鈥瀙etit鈥� psihopat, un parazit dulce care a 葯tiut s膬 tr膬iasc膬 doar pe spinarea so葲iei, s膬 o 卯n葯ele, s膬 o 卯ndulceasc膬 mereu c芒nd acesta avea nevoie de bani, s膬 mint膬 f膬r膬 neru葯inare, s膬-葲i petreac膬 nop葲ile oriunde, doar acas膬 nu, s膬 fac膬 dragoste cu so葲ia lui numai c芒nd sim葲ea c膬 aceasta cedeaz膬 din cauza nervilor 葯i a geloziei, acesta s膬 moar膬 卯n timpul carnavalului din cauza b膬uturii 葯i a organismului istovit de petreceri.
Dup膬 un 葯ir de dezam膬giri, oameni toxici 葯i amintiri dureroase despre fosta c膬s膬torie, dona Flor prinde aripi, z芒mbet 葯i 卯i sclipesc ochii chiar dac膬, oficial, 卯nc膬 se mai afl膬 卯n perioada de doliu. Iar aceast膬 nou膬 atitudine o aduce la c膬s膬toria num膬rul 2, unde 卯n peisaj apare antipodul primului so葲. Teodoro este un farmacist 卯nst膬rit, inteligent, fidel 葯i corect, calit膬葲i care o fac s膬-l 卯ndr膬geasc膬 de b膬rbatul cump膬tat 葯i atent. 脦ns膬 ceva nu-i ajunge sau cineva...
Romanul este o atmosfer膬 perfect膬 a tot ceea ce 卯nseamn膬: societate bolnav膬 de prejudec膬葲i, dragoste nes膬buit膬, petreceri care degenereaz膬 卯n cele mai depravate finaluri cu iz de urgie hippy. Mi-au pl膬cut toate personajele lui Amado, gustoase 卯n felul s膬u, nevast膬 disperat膬, un so葲 teribil dar plin de 葯arm, altul cuminte 葯i caraghios, o mam膬 ipocrit膬, vecine cu nasul de m膬rimea lui Pinocchio, prieteni 葯i camarazi de pahar care sunt vii 葯i colora葲i, or 卯n momentele lor de glorie 葯i luare de cuv芒nt, ace葯tia str膬lucesc, 葯i atunci nu mai conteaz膬 corectitudinea a ceea ce auzi, ci doar acel sentiment de destindere anarhist膬, doar pl膬cere 葯i at芒t, chiar 葯i merg芒nd la bra葲 cu so葲ia ta 卯n fundul gol (citind cartea o s膬 g膬si葲i sensul :D).
鈥楴ici m膬car Yansa, cea care alung膬 sufletele, care nu se teme de spirite 葯i de insulte, care porunce葯te celor mor葲i, r膬zboinic膬 al c膬rei strigat face s膬 putrezeasc膬 fructele 葯i distruge armate 卯ntregi, nici m膬car ea nu a reu葯it s膬-葯i impun膬 卯ndr膬zneala 葯i autoritatea; vr膬jitorul lui Exu 卯i luase coasa 葯i 卯mpletitura din fire de p膬r din coada unui cal. Totul se r膬sturnase, lumea era pe dos, pr芒nzul la miezul nop葲ii, soarele pe cer 卯nainte de a ap膬rea zorii.鈥�
Nu m-am identificat cu nici unul din personaje, de葯i tind s膬 fac aceast膬 gre葯eal膬, care, c芒teodat膬, te 卯mpiedic膬 s膬 apreciezi corect lectura, a葯a c膬 aici am fost un martor ocular, lu芒nd noti葲e despre st膬ri, apreciind un subiect proasp膬t, chiar dac膬 st膬 prin libr膬rii de prin 1966. O ve葲i recunoa葯te pe dona Flor 卯n cineva din prietenele voastre 葯i o ve葲i 卯n葲elege, caracterul ei 葯i personalitatea, am 卯ndr膬git-o iremediabil, autorul s-a str膬duit s膬 fie 卯n葲eles orice detaliu al acestui roman, at芒t de pedant a fost.
Cultura brazilian膬 este bine impregnat膬 卯n pagini, 卯ns膬 tinzi s膬 o compari cu a noastr膬, 葯i f膬r膬 s膬 depun un efort mare, eu 卯mi dau seama c芒t de mult sem膬n膬m 卯n g芒ndire 葯i ac葲iuni. P芒n膬 la urm膬 nimic nu se schimb膬, doar ma葯inile evolueaz膬.
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April 13, 2017
I must admit that this is great literature, and would deserve 5 stars. But鈥t just wasn鈥檛 my cup of tea. Too slow, too much detail, too much rambling.
July 13, 2019
There is an old joke about a couple celebration their 50th anniversary.
After a wonderful party filled with close friends, family, fine wines and food, they see the last of their guests leave. Then she punches him in the arm.
Him: 鈥淲hat was that for?鈥�
Her: 鈥�50 years of bad sex!鈥�
He considers this for a moment and hits her in the arm.
Her: 鈥淲hat was that for?鈥�
Him: 鈥淔or knowing the difference!鈥�
Any number of cases may be made that Jorge Amado鈥檚 Dona Flor and her Two Husbands is a much better book than a 3 star ratting implies. There is a lot of good things here. Altogether too much and too often repeated. I do not know what the expression is that makes a sensible version of 鈥榦ver egging the paella鈥�, but that that is my conclusion having fought may way through all 550 pages. Jorge Amado鈥檚 Dona Flor and her Two Husbands is a very good book buried in a lot of too much.
For about 200 plus pages we get exactly why Dona鈥檚 First husband, Vidanoha is a prize louse. Good in bed, in the opinion of a woman with no way to compare. He is a womanizer, gambler, no account, lying, cheating, stealing no-good nick. But every now and then Dona benefits from a good all-night naked romp and on rare occasions the kind of over done gestures that come out of his occasional good luck at gamboling.
Along the way we get an enthusiast鈥檚 tour of the underside of the city of Salvador in Bahai, Brazil. The best of Latin music, spicy cooking, ladies of purchasable virtue, gamblers, and the rest. What Amado was reaching for was the same kind of romanticized rascals that Damon Runyon did with his version of Broadway New York鈥檚 guys and dolls. All very lively, none to be taken too seriously. Then all replayed over and over. Added in a Chorus of nosy, interfering gossiping neighbors and a vile tongued mother/mother in law. And again, over and over.
Then we get a brief break of Dona the widow. More repetitions of the last paragraph, except from Dona鈥檚 point of view鈥� The sex was good
And then she re-marries. Husband number two is everything a respectable person would want. That and Boring. A competent lover, but boring there too. So, what is a virtuous woman to do?
If Amado were writing a book for serious consideration. Dona Flor could be about a woman coming to terms with herself and her sexuality. How the society of her time and place kept even the men from thinking of what their wives might expect of their husbands. Certainly, these subjects get mentioned. In passing. Clearly what Amado wants of for us to experience Bahai as what he imagined it to be. Mostly a low place, but full blooded, alive, varied and never dull.
Jorge Amado can do this. I have read him do it in The Discovery of America by the Turks. He needed to get us there without circling the block so many times.
Given how much better the last quarter of the book was written and how overwhelming the first half鈥� This is less than the book it could have been.
After a wonderful party filled with close friends, family, fine wines and food, they see the last of their guests leave. Then she punches him in the arm.
Him: 鈥淲hat was that for?鈥�
Her: 鈥�50 years of bad sex!鈥�
He considers this for a moment and hits her in the arm.
Her: 鈥淲hat was that for?鈥�
Him: 鈥淔or knowing the difference!鈥�
Any number of cases may be made that Jorge Amado鈥檚 Dona Flor and her Two Husbands is a much better book than a 3 star ratting implies. There is a lot of good things here. Altogether too much and too often repeated. I do not know what the expression is that makes a sensible version of 鈥榦ver egging the paella鈥�, but that that is my conclusion having fought may way through all 550 pages. Jorge Amado鈥檚 Dona Flor and her Two Husbands is a very good book buried in a lot of too much.
For about 200 plus pages we get exactly why Dona鈥檚 First husband, Vidanoha is a prize louse. Good in bed, in the opinion of a woman with no way to compare. He is a womanizer, gambler, no account, lying, cheating, stealing no-good nick. But every now and then Dona benefits from a good all-night naked romp and on rare occasions the kind of over done gestures that come out of his occasional good luck at gamboling.
Along the way we get an enthusiast鈥檚 tour of the underside of the city of Salvador in Bahai, Brazil. The best of Latin music, spicy cooking, ladies of purchasable virtue, gamblers, and the rest. What Amado was reaching for was the same kind of romanticized rascals that Damon Runyon did with his version of Broadway New York鈥檚 guys and dolls. All very lively, none to be taken too seriously. Then all replayed over and over. Added in a Chorus of nosy, interfering gossiping neighbors and a vile tongued mother/mother in law. And again, over and over.
Then we get a brief break of Dona the widow. More repetitions of the last paragraph, except from Dona鈥檚 point of view鈥� The sex was good
And then she re-marries. Husband number two is everything a respectable person would want. That and Boring. A competent lover, but boring there too. So, what is a virtuous woman to do?
If Amado were writing a book for serious consideration. Dona Flor could be about a woman coming to terms with herself and her sexuality. How the society of her time and place kept even the men from thinking of what their wives might expect of their husbands. Certainly, these subjects get mentioned. In passing. Clearly what Amado wants of for us to experience Bahai as what he imagined it to be. Mostly a low place, but full blooded, alive, varied and never dull.
Jorge Amado can do this. I have read him do it in The Discovery of America by the Turks. He needed to get us there without circling the block so many times.
Given how much better the last quarter of the book was written and how overwhelming the first half鈥� This is less than the book it could have been.
January 23, 2010
This is Middlemarch, written in modern times, that happens to be gloriously in Brazil and in some ways is even better. Add to that his censorship issues and exile, and its a compelling work of art. To contrast this with Middlemarch, I got more out of this because the social conventions and issues are not as dated, the conclusions are still scandalous and it feels like this could still happen now, while Middlemarch is stuck in its age . One of my new, top favorites. It's the same level of quality as 100 Years, but a great deal more accessible. It's got a great deal of repetition, it seems, but really it's about subtle changes over time. So it seems to be the same, nearly is the same, but by the end of the book a lot has changed. Awesome, not too high flying, the characters are believable and you begin to really feel affection for them. People have their vices but are presented as three-dimensional. In other words, they dont just have vices. Highly recommended, long but written with a speedy, fluid style that takes you through 100 pages in very little time.
September 20, 2024
210425: well i have to up the rating- without reading it again- because i just watched the film of it and really really really want to read its again, but. this is decades later and i cannot find my copy! so i will have to do with the library copy when i get it. soon... 210501 found my copy!
.???... sometime in the 80s?: when the flesh is weak: feed it! dona flor鈥檚 recipes and the necessity of pleasure in food and sex鈥�
.???... sometime in the 80s?: when the flesh is weak: feed it! dona flor鈥檚 recipes and the necessity of pleasure in food and sex鈥�
June 1, 2011
The truth about human nature and human happiness is the message of this story. The middle-class inhabitants of a small neighborhood of Salvador, Bahia, have their traditional ideas about everyday life, behavior distinct from the practices of disreputable, immoral lowlifes, artists, and street-corner musicians elsewhere in the town. Their insularity is occasionally challenged by more progressive types among themselves, namely Dona Flor or Dona Norma. Do the deities influence them as well?... does anyone influence these pagan gods through proper rituals?...how is good and bad luck explained? The distinction between the upright and seedy parts of town gets broken down. However skeptical about the explanations offered by those mercenary mediums who are keen to supernatural presences, the reader sees that some voodoo rituals/human petitions to gods as well as someone like deeply feeling Dona Flor find a pathway(s) between everyday and eternal realms. When Dona Flor considers that "honor" and reputation require her to forsake immodest Vadinho, will she eventually be sorry? Does she have time to change her mind? The dichotomy of either/or choices, it turns out, is false; to choose between marriage or career, spirit or manner, life or death, struggle or placidity (as in gambling) is backward and not conducive to well-being. Having a foot in both realms, Vadinho is both spirit and matter, though the successful petition to the gods by the African-Brazilian religious cult prefer the dead man settled forever where he belongs. The fantastical, melodramatic, and entertaining ending depicts the great argument within the pantheon, which plays out as meteorological and political events, spectacular and extraordinary by comparison even to the sublimity and sordidness of the everyday. Overall, DONA FLOR is good from beginning to end but is amazing in the last fifth.
September 2, 2021
Do帽a Flor es una mujer diez. Trabajadora, simp谩tica y de buena planta. 驴El problema? Vadinho, su marido, es un caradura y un cantama帽amas de much铆simo cuidado. Es muy 鈥榡ij铆 jaj谩鈥� pero su descontrol y desfachatez sacan de quicio a cualquiera. Pero ella, enamoradita perdida, aguanta carros y carretas hasta que Vadinho muere durante el Carnaval. A partir de ah铆 empezar谩 un proceso de transformaci贸n en Flor. O no.
脡sta es una lectura de lo m谩s veraniega y sabrosona (en todos los sentidos posibles). Una telenovela en toda regla (pero de gran calidad literaria, conste en acta).
Una novela llena de momentos y di谩logos chistos铆simos, con una gran riqueza de lenguaje (qu茅 gran trabajo de las traductoras que lo han sabido plasmar tan bien en nuestro idioma) y de elementos de cultura, religi贸n y folclore brasile帽os totalmente desconocidos para m铆. Un disfrute.
驴Alg煤n 鈥榩ero鈥�? S铆, lo hay. Para mi gusto le sobran p谩ginas aqu铆 y ah铆. Tiene fragmentos un tanto repetitivos y, aunque paradoxalmente no se me ha hecho larga, creo que la novela habr铆a funcionado un pel铆n mejor de haber sido m谩s concisa. Pero, oye, una muy buena lectura que me deja con ganas de m谩s Jorge Amado.
脡sta es una lectura de lo m谩s veraniega y sabrosona (en todos los sentidos posibles). Una telenovela en toda regla (pero de gran calidad literaria, conste en acta).
Una novela llena de momentos y di谩logos chistos铆simos, con una gran riqueza de lenguaje (qu茅 gran trabajo de las traductoras que lo han sabido plasmar tan bien en nuestro idioma) y de elementos de cultura, religi贸n y folclore brasile帽os totalmente desconocidos para m铆. Un disfrute.
驴Alg煤n 鈥榩ero鈥�? S铆, lo hay. Para mi gusto le sobran p谩ginas aqu铆 y ah铆. Tiene fragmentos un tanto repetitivos y, aunque paradoxalmente no se me ha hecho larga, creo que la novela habr铆a funcionado un pel铆n mejor de haber sido m谩s concisa. Pero, oye, una muy buena lectura que me deja con ganas de m谩s Jorge Amado.
July 26, 2021
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孝褍褌 谐邪褉褟褔褨 褋胁邪褉泻懈 褨 褖械 谐邪褉褟褔褨褕褨 谢褞斜芯褖褨, 邪褎褉懈泻邪薪褋褜泻褨 褌邪 斜褉邪蟹懈谢褜褋褜泻褨 斜芯卸械褋褌胁邪, 械泻蟹芯褌懈褔薪褨 褋褌褉邪胁懈 褨 屑褍蟹懈泻邪, 薪褍 泄 褨褋泻褉邪 屑邪谐褨褔薪芯谐芯 褉械邪谢褨蟹屑褍.
笑械 泻薪懈谐邪 泻芯薪褌褉邪褋褌褨胁, 写械 卸懈褌褌褟 褉芯蟹锌褍褋薪懈褏 锌芯胁褨泄 褌邪 邪蟹邪褉褌薪懈褏 谐褉邪胁褑褨胁 锌械褉械锌谢褨褌邪褞褌褜褋褟 蟹 写芯斜褉芯褔械褋薪懈屑懈 褨 锌芯胁邪卸薪懈屑懈 谐褉芯屑邪写褟薪邪屑懈.
袗 褟泻懈泄 锌褉械泻褉邪褋薪懈泄 褨褉芯薪褨褔薪懈泄 谐褍屑芯褉! 袩褉芯褋褌芯 胁懈斜褍褏芯胁邪 泻邪褉薪邪胁邪谢褜薪邪 褋褍屑褨褕!
孝褍褌 谐邪褉褟褔褨 褋胁邪褉泻懈 褨 褖械 谐邪褉褟褔褨褕褨 谢褞斜芯褖褨, 邪褎褉懈泻邪薪褋褜泻褨 褌邪 斜褉邪蟹懈谢褜褋褜泻褨 斜芯卸械褋褌胁邪, 械泻蟹芯褌懈褔薪褨 褋褌褉邪胁懈 褨 屑褍蟹懈泻邪, 薪褍 泄 褨褋泻褉邪 屑邪谐褨褔薪芯谐芯 褉械邪谢褨蟹屑褍.
笑械 泻薪懈谐邪 泻芯薪褌褉邪褋褌褨胁, 写械 卸懈褌褌褟 褉芯蟹锌褍褋薪懈褏 锌芯胁褨泄 褌邪 邪蟹邪褉褌薪懈褏 谐褉邪胁褑褨胁 锌械褉械锌谢褨褌邪褞褌褜褋褟 蟹 写芯斜褉芯褔械褋薪懈屑懈 褨 锌芯胁邪卸薪懈屑懈 谐褉芯屑邪写褟薪邪屑懈.
袗 褟泻懈泄 锌褉械泻褉邪褋薪懈泄 褨褉芯薪褨褔薪懈泄 谐褍屑芯褉! 袩褉芯褋褌芯 胁懈斜褍褏芯胁邪 泻邪褉薪邪胁邪谢褜薪邪 褋褍屑褨褕!
August 26, 2018
Bahia... che profumi, che atmosfere... se ripenso a questo libro mi sembra di ricordare un viaggio e non una lettura: mi sembra di esserci stata veramente.
Storia coinvolgente con una indimenticabile protagonista femminile.
Storia coinvolgente con una indimenticabile protagonista femminile.
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August 12, 2022"Tudo isso aconteceu, acredite quem quiser. Passou-se na Bahia, onde essas e outras m谩gicas sucedem sem a ningu茅m causar espanto."
April 20, 2009
A book with everything; sly wit, erotic passion, voodoo, a ghost, rapturous meanderings over food, even a recipe or two. What do you serve at a funeral wake? Dona Flor can tell you. Dona Flor is in love with her husband but he is a womanizer, a gambler and a drunk and manages to die of a heart attack in the first chapter. Dona Flor is devastated but her friends thinks she should be lucky to be rid of such a loser. But he did have a certain something... Dona Flor finds a new husband and he is a faithful and adoring man but maybe a little boring. Then her first husband returns. This is a story that flows with beautiful language, even in the translation.There are lots of side stories about minor characters that makes you feel you are living in this Brazilian town. One of my favorite Latin American novels.
July 18, 2015
Jorge Amado mi piace molto. I suoi libri hanno un'atmosfera particolare. Questo racconta la favola di dona Flor e dei suoi due mariti, completamente diversi l'uno dall'altro. E' un bellissimo libro.
November 20, 2015
Any book that has me constantly thinking of food, sex and magic is amazing in my book.
December 6, 2018
i like Amado writing as he has a keen eye for his people and for this you have to travel in your own country. especially Brazil which is so diverse. it is a colorful picture of Brazil. still
March 17, 2019
孝芯胁邪 屑懈 斜械褕械 1褌邪 褋褉械褖邪 褋 袞芯褉卸懈 袗屑邪写褍 懈 屑械 蟹邪胁谢邪写褟 褋懈谢薪芯 薪械谐芯胁邪褌邪 锌褉芯蟹邪. 袦薪芯谐芯 褋械 蟹邪斜邪胁谢褟胁邪褏 褋 谐谢邪胁薪邪褌邪 谐械褉芯懈薪褟. 袠蟹泻谢褞褔懈褌械谢薪芯 泻芯谢芯褉懈褌薪邪 泻薪懈谐邪.
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