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Anais Nïn lies on a hammock, on the terrace of her room at the Hotel Mirador. The diary is open on her knees, the sunlight is on the diary, and she has no desire to write.
Leaving behind the gray and cold New York, Anais Nïn arrives in Acapulco, determined to reconnect with the land, with the simplicity of the genuine and unassuming gaze of the Mexicans, apparently without superstructures.
That slow and colorful life numbs the mind but unleashes the senses, making the American writer experience a new and sweet vitality, as it is connected to a dream reality, in which modernity and the demands of the city seem completely out of place.
But Nïn's artistic soul cannot be content with just admiring with her eyes that self-contained world that is Mexico: she needs to write, to feed on art, to breathe the admiration of her readers.
"No truce for me, nowhere. No truce from writing, from consciousness, from intuitions, from memories, from fantasies, from analogies, from free associations. Writing becomes imperative for an overloaded head."
Therefore, it becomes necessary to return to New York: the American writer thus finds herself once again immersed in the snobbish and coldly realistic environment of America, which has just emerged from the Second World War and in which there does not seem to be room for her literary project under the sign of the rediscovery of neurosis in the human being, shown to readers in all its original weakness.
The purely symbolic and lyrical style of Nïn's works attracts the harshest reviews on her works, capable of hitting her at the heart: where she seeks warmth, she finds only indifference around her. Her lyricism of the subconscious, in fact, gathers few converts around her, while being openly despised by the masses and critics.
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Leaving behind the gray and cold New York, Anais Nïn arrives in Acapulco, determined to reconnect with the land, with the simplicity of the genuine and unassuming gaze of the Mexicans, apparently without superstructures.
That slow and colorful life numbs the mind but unleashes the senses, making the American writer experience a new and sweet vitality, as it is connected to a dream reality, in which modernity and the demands of the city seem completely out of place.
But Nïn's artistic soul cannot be content with just admiring with her eyes that self-contained world that is Mexico: she needs to write, to feed on art, to breathe the admiration of her readers.
"No truce for me, nowhere. No truce from writing, from consciousness, from intuitions, from memories, from fantasies, from analogies, from free associations. Writing becomes imperative for an overloaded head."
Therefore, it becomes necessary to return to New York: the American writer thus finds herself once again immersed in the snobbish and coldly realistic environment of America, which has just emerged from the Second World War and in which there does not seem to be room for her literary project under the sign of the rediscovery of neurosis in the human being, shown to readers in all its original weakness.
The purely symbolic and lyrical style of Nïn's works attracts the harshest reviews on her works, capable of hitting her at the heart: where she seeks warmth, she finds only indifference around her. Her lyricism of the subconscious, in fact, gathers few converts around her, while being openly despised by the masses and critics.
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