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If you ever can bear to revisit the pains of late adolescence, Anaïs Nin's second diary can guide you through it in a delightful way.This volume is written in English. She switches from her native French because she has so fallen in love with the English language. She remains strongly devoted to reading, consuming volumes by Emerson, Bossuet, Poe, Descartes, Darwin, Rostand, Tennyson, Henri Merger, Sinclair Lewis and Stevenson. (She was not a fain of Lewis'. She found his writing too plain.) It
Dull self-indulgent
This volume contains Anaïs's first diaries written in English. Although her writing style is heavily influenced by the vast quantities of English Literature she has read, she is able to express her thoughts and ideas so clearly and so beautifully as to make her relatively mundane life interesting. She is a wise soul in a young body, at this point in her journey through life. While she tends to be heavily melodramatic with regard to the subject of love, her feelings toward her future husband, Hug...
The first three volumes of Nin's early diary cover the years 1914-1927, beginning with her voyage to America with her mother and brothers. The diaries are exceptionally-written given her age at the time: main themes include her delusional attempts to reunite her family, her struggles at school and with the genteel poverty of her home life, and, inevitably, boys. Through all this there is her ongoing compulsion to write, the mark of all professional writers.
I enjoyed this inside look at how Anais 's Mind worked. It was interesting to see where she made the connections to the people in her life and how her writing can to her.
This was the book that made me love Anais Nin. Her early thoughts, precocious imaginations, her simple crushes. All of these things made me feel as if I had found a long lost friend.
Beautifully and innocently written.
Her reliance on men at this age scares me...other than that it is a good depiction of her blossoming into a brilliant writer.
Nin's diaries are like one-sided conversations with an interesting narcissistic free-spirit. Enjoyable summer or bathtub reading.
ARGH, I didn't check the 'quantities' at checkout when I ordered this one online and bought two. If anyone wants to trade for one of the ones that I don't have, or perhaps another book - let me know!
