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ねむり«Há dezassete dias ue não durmo»Assim tem início a história ue Haruki Murakami imaginou e escreveu sobre uma mulher ue certo dia. Sleep can be a blessing Or otherwise By the time I was reading this Murakami’s it just happened I watched a tape by famous Sleep researcher psychiatrist W Dement His research on REM rapid eye movements and dreams had been long and very enlightening He started in the 1950’s at the Chicago University One of the key concepts is that of REM sleep though muscles are turned off the brain activity continues If people are awakened in the REM phase 80% of them will have a vivid recall of the dreams experienced Dement read Freud’s Interpretation of dreams and acknowledged dreams can be psychologically significant In that tape Dement pointed out experiments made in animals cats deprived of REM sleep would become aggressive towards ratsWhat about humans What would happen if a person had been for 17 days with no sleep at all “Insanity” is the likely word that comes up to any lay or non lay mindlikely That’s what this book is about An unidentified 30 year old female goes through that experience and registers her own inner and outer life The record is meant for the reader solely since she tells nobody about Neither to her dentist husband nor to her school kid son This is a kind of pre scientific paper She reported having had a “kind of insomnia” prior to those 17 days Some of her observations follow “it’s hard to tell distance from objects or the weight of things”; she had lost 15 kg; she felt as she was “inside her own shadow” But that episode was gone Later came the 17 days phase Initially she got worried and pondered a medical consultation Then she resigned and came to the resolution “I don’t care about sleep” She knew all too well about the sleep positive side “the excess of energy produced by thoughts is then eliminated via dreams” She knew sleep could be therapeutic refreshing Yet it didn't happen Murakami surely had to read scientific papers about sleep; that’s obvious in some instances of the text For example when experiments made by the Nazis are evoked They used in WWII sleep deprivation as torture coupled with “lights on always”; insanity ensued; death next How about she She had a degree in English literature and a thesis on Catherine Mansfield She’s been a housewife though Now that sleep does not happen she reads compulsively over the nights; she sips cognacand bites chocolates She reads Ana Kareninareflects on her image at the mirror her perfect body well worked outAt night she watches her husband sleeping un interrupt as always he looks like an idiot; she’s irritated by the fact that her son has got that type of face like dad’s During daytime she prepares meals for her family; does the shopping; and works out swimming No insanity reported Only an “enlarged consciousness”; a sense of “über” woman; a sort of 13 life amplification”time was all mine” Nevertheless the paper got interrupted We don’t know the rest In my view that's the negative side of the Murakami's paper We got to know only that she went out while family sleeps for a car rideshe’s parked she cannot start the car she’s locked inside and two shadows are about to flip her car over No conclusions drawn as they are in scientific papers So it’s just pre scientific Just fiction UPDATE The Spooky Effects of Sleep Deprivationin

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Summary ☆ ねむり 102 Þ «Há dezassete dias ue não durmo»Assim tem início a história ue Haruki Murakami imaginou e escreveu sobre uma mulher ue certo dia deixou de conseguir dormir Pela calada da noite enuanto o marido e o filho dormem o sono dos justos ela começa uma segunda vida E de um momento para o outro as noites tornam se de longe mais inteUm momento para o outro as noites tornam se de longe mais interessantes do ue os dias mas também escusado será dizer mais perigosas. That time when you suggest and then uselessly command your brain to go to sleep and the harder you try the wider awake it becomes Yup I think I can relate to it I was expanding my life and it was wonderful My hands weren’t empty any Here I was―alive and I could feel it It was real I wasn’t being consumed any longer Or at least there was a part of me in existence that was not being consumed and that was what gave me this intensely real feeling of being alive A life without that feeling might go on forever but it would have no meaning at all A fine short story replete with familiar themes that establish a perfect atmosphere for introspection Its psychological depth made it completely gripping for me How unexpected Murakami But not now I thought Now I’m a wife A mother I have responsibilities I have to make my husband’s lunches and take care of my son Oh jeez If you're really uiet you can hear the sound of souls breakingJan 15 19 Maybe on my blog

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Deixou de conseguir dormir Pela calada da noite enuanto o marido e o filho dormem o sono dos justos ela começa uma segunda vida E de. Absolutely brilliant for such a short story Murakami is a genius The ending is going to haunt me for a very long time I'm sure of it “Without my noticing the memories of all the shuddering soaring emotions had slipped away and vanished”“I had imagined death as an extension of sleep A far deeper sleep than an ordinary sleep A sleep devoid of all consciousness Eternal rest A total blackout”“I went through the motions—shopping cooking playing with my son having sex with my husband It was easy once I got the hang of it All I had to do was break the connection between my mind and my body While my body went about its business my mind floated in its own inner space I ran the house without a thought in my head feeding snacks to my son chatting with my husbandAfter I gave up sleeping it occurred to me what a simple thing reality is how easy it is to make it work It’s just reality Just housework Just a home Like running a simple machine Once you learn to run it it’s just a matter of repetition You push this button and pull that lever You adjust a gauge put on the lid set the timer The same thing over and over”“Honestly though I didn’t give a damn even if I had to die young The best thing to do with a hypothesis is to Let it run any course it pleases Now at least I was expanding my life and it was wonderful My hands weren’t empty any Here I was—alive and I could feel it It was real I wasn’t being consumed any longer Or at least there was a part of me in existence that was not being consumed and that was what gave me this intensely real feeling of being alive A life without that feeling might go on forever but it would have no meaning at all I saw that with absolute clarity now”