نکسوس! با پلکسوس و سکسوس، سه گانه ی مقدس تصلیب گلگون رو میسازن. رمان عالی و نابیه. ترجمه ی سهیل سمی فوق العادست.

Can human mind be healthy or is any human thought morbid?

Loving and loathing; accepting and rejecting; grasping and disdaining; longing and spurning: this is the disease of the mind.

Reading Nexus I quite often had an impression that I was reading some contemporary version of The Ship of Fools.

Think of the military, with their perpetual talk of the enemy. Think of the clergy, with their perpetual talk of sin and damnation. Think of the legal fraternity, with their perpetual talk of fine and imprisonment. Think of the medical profession, with their perpetual talk of disease and death. And our educators, the greatest fools ever, with their parrot-like rote and their innate inability to accept any idea unless it be a hundred or a thousand years old. As for those who govern the world, there you have the most dishonest, the most hypocritical, the most deluded and the most unimaginative beings imaginable.

Henry Miller at times glides and at times stumbles through life, literature and philosophy; sometimes he turns realistic, sometimes – surrealistic, sometimes he is rational, sometimes – irrational, but always he remains original.

Often, after a session with Spengler or Elie Faure, I would throw myself on the bed fully clothed and, instead of musing about ancient cultures, I would find myself groping through a labyrinthian world of fabrications. Neither of them seems capable of telling the truth, even about such a simple matter as going to the toilet.

Nexus is a series of connections linking two or more things – our consciousness is a nexus linking us to the world.

لم أقرأ من قبل للروائي الأمريكي هنري ميلر, و لكن قررت أن أقرأ ثلاثيته "الصليب الوردي".
في الجزء الأول "الصبوات" كانت الإيروتيكية تنضح منه في شكل و أسلوب لم أقرأ أجمل و أكثر إبداعا منه, خاصة و أتها مستقاة من حياته الشخصية و ليست مجرد تخيلات و عنفوانات جنسية, أما الجزء الثاني "الضفيرة" فكان أكثر عمقا في حياة ميلر اليومية و فلسفته الخاصة و معاناته المالية و الحياتية و كيف سيتحول إلى كاتب...
أما في هذا الجزء الثالث و الأخير "الوشيجة" فهو ينتقل بنا إلى هنري ميلر الروائي, ينقلنا تماما من رؤية هنري ميلر الحياتية و المليئة بالمعاناة في الجزئين السابقين, إلى إبداع أدبي في سرد حياته و كيفية إنطلاقته الادبية الإحترافية, بالإضافة لحوارات قمة في الروعة بينه و بين بعض أصدقائه و معارفه.
تعد هذه الثلاثية ملحمة في السير الذاتية, فهنري ميلر لم يظهر لنا فيها سرد ممل عن ماذا فعل و كيف انتقلت حياته من طور إلى طور, بل ابتدع أسلوب أدبي تخيلي عقلاني جنسي في طرح هذه السيرة الذاتية...
أنصح بها جدا.

تا قبل از خواندن نیمه دوم کتاب، میلر در نظرم فردی با ایده های بزرگ بود که در سوزاندن و نابود کردن آنها تبحر داشت، اما نیمه ی دوم کتاب جایی بود که هوش و ذوق بی حد نویسندگیش به کمال رسید. داستان نکسوس روایت حوادث و بالا و پایین های زندگی یک نویسنده ست که به ویژه با عشق و مشکلات مالی در حال دست و پنجه نرم کردن ست. در نیمه اول (پیش از بازگشت مونا) همه چیز مادی و فیزیکی ست، همه ی دغدغه ها، تفکرات، مشکلات و... اما در نیمه دوم (پس از بازگشت مونا) بحث فراتر میرود و وارد دنیای فراتر از مادیات و دنیای خیال و احساسات غیرمادی نویسنده میشویم. داستان این کتاب در هر دو بخش میتواند روایت زندگی هر فرد انسانی باشد و هنر نویسنده در بیان جداگانه دغدغه ها و نیازهای روحی و مادی انسانهاست، چیزی که در کمتر کتابی، نویسنده ای از پسش برآمده است.

“The battle is endless. It had no beginning, nor will it know an end. We who babble and froth at the mouth have been at it since eternity. Spare us further instruction! Are we to make green lawns as we advance from trench to trench? Are we landscape artists as well as butchers? Must we storm to victory perfumed like whores? For whom are we mopping up?”

“Why create a world of one’s own if it must also make sense to every Tom, Dick and Harry? Have not the others this world of everyday, which they profess to despise yet cling to like drowning rats? Is it not strange how they who refuse, or are too lazy, to create a world of their own insist on invading ours? Who is it tramples the flower beds at night? Who is it leaves cigarette stubs in the birdbath? Who is it pees on the blushing violets and wilts their bloom? We know how you ravage the pages of literature in search of what pleases you. We discover the footprints of your blundering spirit everywhere. It is you who kill genius, you who cripple the giants. You, you, whether through love and adoration or through envy, spite and hatred. Who writes for you writes his own death warrant.”

Quietly, this is probably Miller's best book. Probably.

Emergency!! Emergency!! Animal control we have a wild penis on loose!! Help!!!!

Woof!Woof! Ladies hold on to your knickers (as if that matters...hahaha!) I'm back in town darlings!! The horny uncouth bastard, so save your vanities and say hello to Mr. Henry Miller!

Sexual claustrophobia and unrestrained gusto for life made me churn out vulgar visceral depiction of what is christened as ,"Ménage à trois gone down the drain". Mona’s (a.k.a Mara) romps with her eccentric fuckaree lover- Stasia drove me over the edge. Those Machiavellian bitches did not value the supremacy of my penis whilst indulging me like a kid. Arghhh!! I’m loveless...blah blah....sex-starved..blah...on the verge of purging a bohemian inchoate calling...blah..blah...

Alas! I won’t be here for long as I see the boat pulling out for my extensive cruise to Paris. Adieu suckers! Ici que je viens chiennes français!!Bonne chasse. (Here I come you French bitches! Good hunting!)

love a book that requires a dictionary handy. i like to think of myself as part of the optimum generation for rediscovering Miller.

الجزء الثالث من الرواية ، مليئة بالتفاصيل والآارء ..

تتلخص الثلاثية بالاقتباس منها :

" سأستبدل قارئي الوحيد في وقت لاحق بالقارئ المثالي ، ذلك النذل الحميمي ، الشقي المحبوب الذي قد اتكلم اليه كما لو لم يكن لشي أية قيمة إلا له .."
"أننا نعرف كم كنت تعصف بصفحات الأدب بحثا عن شي يسرك، تكشف اثار روحك المخطئة في كل مكان ، أنت من يشل العمالقة ، أنت أنت سواء من خلال الحب أو الاعجاب أو الحسد والنكاية والكراهية، من يكتب لك يكتب حكم إعدامه "

"Do you know what's the matter with me? I'm a chameleon. Every author I fall in love with I want to imitate.. if only I could imitate my self!"

OK. Henry Miller was the real deal and I think I love him.

Finalizada a triologia, ocorre-me pouco que mereça ser dito que já não tenha sido repetido inúmeras vezes nas incontáveis críticas feitas ao autor, mas deixo aqui o meu punhado de ideias.

1º Ficarmo-nos pelo Sexus (o primeiro e inconfundivelmente mais controverso dos três) teria sido um erro. Só com os outros dois é que me parece ser possível vislumbrar a profundidade abismal deste homem.

2º Como ser apaixonado por palavras que ele é, abusa da sua empregabilidade, tornando muitas vezes o texto longo e ilegível. Por outro lado, sob certas condições, estas deambulações literárias parecem por vezes embutidas de um certo poder hipnótico. Aqui o leitor parece experienciar, não tanto a compreensão de uma ideia passível de ser explicada a outros, mas algo mais subtil, fluído, intrínseco, caótico mas não sem alguma ordem.
Continuando a esgaravatar e somos igualmente capazes de descobrir diálogos caleidoscópicos incapazes de passar despercebidos ao mais dessensibilizado sapiossexual.

3º Ler esta triologia pareceu-me uma porta de acesso direto à mente do que vulgarmente apelidamos de génio. Aqueles que surgem um a cada geração. Dotados de uma intuição inconcebível para a maioria de nós. Intuição essa que, apesar de parecer provir doutro mundo e portanto tão dificilmente descrito pelas nossas ferramentas linguísticas, o autor ainda sim nos dá de mão beijada.

Incipit
“Uauf! Uauf uauf! Uauf! Uauf!”
Abbaiare nella notte.
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