72 pages, Paperback
First published January 1,1915
Anaïs Nin
Writer and diarist, born in Paris to a Catalan father and a Danish mother, Anaïs Nin spent many of her early years with Cuban relatives. Later a naturalized American citizen, she lived and worked in Paris, New York and Los Angeles. Author of avant-garde n...
Impromptu buddy read with the lovely Anuradha! Read her review here.
“Those who write know the process. I thought of it as I was spitting out my heart.”
Erotica is far too simplistic a term to encapsulate what Anaïs Nin has achieved within these mere 72 pages. The prose is rich and teeming with profound meaning. It's like a precious gem that you could hold in your hand and cherish.
“The leaf fall of her words, the stained glass hues of her moods, the rust in her voice, the smoke in her mouth, her breath on my vision like human breath blinding a mirror.”
I feel rather inadequate for simply stating that the novel has brilliant imagery. In truth, it engages all of your senses. In my mind's eye, I envision two women, Sabina and the narrator, strolling beneath the ocean, moving with a grace as fluid as liquid silk, in a world of endless blue. I can almost feel the soft, supple flesh of a woman, so inviting and tender. I can hear the gentle lapping of the water, like a muslin curtain fluttering in the breeze.
“She was spreading herself like the night over the universe and found no god to lie with.”
And yes, I was aroused while reading this book. It's not just because it's erotica (obviously!), but also because of the sumptuous prose that seems to demand that you devour it. I wonder why I waited so long to discover Nin. She is a wellspring of sensuality, and I have always had a weakness for good prose and books that tastefully explore female sexuality.
“I have such a fear of finding another like myself, and such a desire to find one! I am so utterly lonely, but I also have such a fear that my isolation be broken through, and I no longer be the head and ruler of my universe. I am in great terror of your understanding by which you penetrate into my world; and then I stand revealed and I have to share my kingdom with you.”
Jamie Lannister might be disappointed, though, because House of Incest doesn't refer to incest in the literal sense. Here, incest describes a selfish love where one can only appreciate in another that which is similar to oneself. It's a self-serving form of love, if you will.
“If only we could all escape from this house of incest, where we only love ourselves in the other.”
Almost the flaw is in me. To be honest, when I read this type of writing, I feel that I am walking on a very crowded street in a very hot and sunny weather. To the extent that I got a sunstroke and kept walking, feeling dizzy and seeing that everyone around me is also in a daze.
This kind of situation makes me feel very uncomfortable and even a little frustrated. I wonder why I have to endure such a harsh environment. But at the same time, I also know that this is a part of life, and we have to face various challenges and difficulties.
Maybe I should try to find a way to adapt to this environment, such as wearing a hat and sunglasses, drinking more water, and taking a break when I feel tired. In this way, I can better cope with the difficulties and challenges in life and continue to move forward.