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The Book of Disquiet is funny, life-affirming, and, of course, desperately sad.

Books to give you hope: The Book of Disquiet by Fernando Pessoa

Soares lives a life only in his mind and in his daydreams. I’m falling through a trapdoor, through infinite, infinitous space, in a directionless, empty fall. Yes, I am happily ordinary. The translation is at once penetrating and delicately observant of Pessoa’s astute melancholy. I make landscapes out of what I feel.

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Only in the water of rivers and ponds could he look at his face. Indifference is the first step in living inwardly. One is much more comfortable fernndo i The Review of Disquiet Ken. It is a blessing to find like-minded people because most of humanity is disagreeable or distasteful. So far, the best book that I’ve read this year.

Normally, autobiography is a sign of an immature writer, which Pessoa clearly is not. Slowly, however, we begin to see that this isolation is a personal fernandl artistic choice, a way of refining his art and his being.

And so, not knowing how to believe in God and unable to believe in an aggregate of animals, I, along with other people on the fringe, kept a distance from things Civilization consists in giving an inappropriate name to something and then dreaming what results from that.


Nothing, nothing, just part of the night and the silence and of whatever emptiness, negativity and inconstancy Disquief share with them, the space that exists between me and me, a thing mislaid by some god A dead thing that lives while you live, whereas the poems you write live without while.

Pessoa had a grand old time. View all 4 comments. This page was last edited on 21 Julyat Life and the Abyss: At least this prospect makes it good for a laugh or maybe even a dance. View all 44 comments. Inch pessoa inch I conquered the inner terrain I was born with.

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Show 25 25 50 All. The density of thought on each page is staggering, and it can make the longer sections in this book which are usually no more than a handful of pages at most seem daunting.

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Its closest fictional parallel is Dostoyevsky’s “Notes from Underground”. View all 21 comments. It’s a shame there is no ‘Pause’ function. Fortunately for humanity, each man is just who he is, it begin given only to the genius to be others as well.

fenando What is the reason for this difference in page number? I have opium enough in my soul. We get glimpses of this persona at work, as an accountant poring over ledgers which is what Pessoa did as welland walking the streets of Lisbon, but for the most part, nothing ever happens. Can they make us do it? Poking into the pustules of emotional conundrums, of famine of the soul is a hush-hush affair.


Decadence is the total loss of unconsciousness, which is the very basis of life. But the city is unknown to me, the streets are new, and the trouble has no cure. I am reluctant to describe it as Existentialism, because of the apparent lack of Humanism. To write is to lose myself, yes, but everyone loses himself, because everything gets lost.

The Book of Disquiet

Of course, this is not a book to be read in an orderly fashion, within a time frame, for a singular purpose. Soares, however, takes no interest in vice, let alone the reform of humankind; in fact, he seems to care little about humanity in general, or people in particular. Banality is a fetnando, importance is a sin.

Perhaps glory tastes like death and futility, and triumph smells of rottenness.

Not only unconnected recollections of the “supposed” life of Bernardo Soares, one of Pessoa’s characters, but also unanswerable questions which left me kind of anxious and peaceful at the same time, if that makes any sense Before I knew, I found myself reading a mesmerizing passage that I couldn’t leave until I finished it. By thinking so much, I become echo and abyss. Things could be a lot worse. Trust me, they are too beautiful in Spanish.