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Reader · Memórias Póstumas de Brás Cubas 240 pages Download Æ In these memoirs Braz Cubas a wealthy nineteenth century Brazilian examines from beyond the grave his rather undistinguished life in 160 short chapters that are filled with philosophical digressions and exuberant insights A clear forerunner of Gabriel GIrst published in 1880 is one of the wittiest self portraits in literary history as well as “one of the masterpieces of Brazilian literature” Salman Rushdi This is a novel lost in timeI can hardly believe it was written 140 years ago Were it not for the occasional mention of slaves and references to outmoded technology like stagecoaches I would be none the wiser—in fact with those still intact I’d probably be likely to believe this to be a popular historical fiction novel written in 2015 which the London Review of Books would have called “a work of brilliant tragicomedy” or somesuch But no Joauim Maria Machado de Assis delivers this gem to us from 1881 and somehow somehow it has not in all the intervening years taken the world by stormAs for what this book is well it’s all in the title really Well the original title— Memórias Póstumas de Brás Cubas which ought to be translated to The Posthumous Memoirs of Brás Cubas and not as it appears inexplicably on the cover of my copy and many others Epitaph of a Small Winner So yes this is a posthumous memoir that is Sr Cubas is dictating it from beyond the grave using a method he tells us that would take far too much time to explain but he can assure us is very interesting With this otherworldly insight he reflects frankly upon the events of his life and death and uses them to occasionally expound upon his philosophies on conscience melancholy avarice love and many other facets of the human conditionI suspect the structure of the book has a lot to do with its sense of innovation and timelessness It’s told in many short chapters some a few pages long and some just a paragraph or a few sentences all numbered and titled every thought and aside compartmentalised instead of being woven into the larger text as is the case with most novels And have I mentioned how incredibly creative this book is? There’s a chapter titled simply “” Cubas often refers to other chapters or comments upon the book itself redactions he intends to make or things he has decided not to describe further; in one episode he even imagines a book collector stumbling upon a first edition copy of this obscure volume The Posthumous Memoirs of Brás Cubas If you need further proof of Machado de Assis’ humour and creativity when you inevitably buy this book for yourself just find the chapter titled “Venerable Dialogue of Adam Eve” And Cubas himself is as charming a narrator as they come His voice is supremely engaging; I felt involved with the reading of this book than with perhaps any other He interrupts himself censors himself undermines his own philosophising anticipates your reactions proactively answers your uestions edits the book as he goes forgets the point he was trying to make gets distracted or annoyed or drawn into a philosophical mire and you can’t help but love every second you spend tagging along behind him helpless in his narrative caprice He feels much intimately connected to the reader than any other narrator I’ve experienced and I wonder if this is the secret to the book’s timelessness Brás Cubas’ humanity and eccentricity which positively pours from every page reminding us that whether in 1881 or 2020 people haven’t really changedI highly highly recommend this novel and I feel absolutely shocked that nobody has recommended it to me or made me read it in school—I had to discover this on my own in a bargain bin at a secondhand shop? For shame This title should be at least as well known as The Scarlet Letter which is about a thousand times ghastly and impenetrable and just flat out terrible and was only published thirty years prior to this if you can believe it; so Hawthorne really had no excuse to be so deadly dull The only thing keeping me from giving these posthumous memoirs five stars is that I felt the conclusion was a bit abrupt—but that may well be a reflection of my selfish desire for this book to go on and on

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In these memoirs Braz Cubas a wealthy nineteenth century Brazilian examines from beyond the grave his rather undistinguished life in 160 short chapters that ar 14820I am so HYPE for this book Read the introduction a while back as well as a short bio on Machado de Assis excited to jump into some Brazilian lit You can find me onYoutube | Instagram | Twitter | Tumblr | Website | The Storygraph

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Memórias Póstumas de Brás CubasE filled with philosophical digressions and exuberant insights A clear forerunner of Gabriel García Máruez and Jorge Luis Borges Epitaph for a Small Winner f The reader like his fellows doubtless prefers action to reflection and doubtless he is wholly in the right So we shall get to it However I must advise that this book is written leisurely with the leisureliness of a man no longer troubled by the flight of time; that is a work supinely philosophical but of a philosophy wanting in uniformity now austere now playful a thing that neither edifies nor destroys neither inflames nor chills and that is at once of a pastime and less than a preachment The I read the I come to understand that the trait I admire most in authors is not so much a matter of elegant prose complex plots characters that leap off the pages and make their home in your heads when the last page has been turned and the story has ended Those are all very entertaining in their own right but clever is as clever does and rarely provokes long lasting admiration in my mind What I prefer is a simple matter of trust belief faith even if that is the direction your theological tendencies swing Faith of the author in themselves but importantly enough faith in their audience to lead them without expounding carry them along in the pages without tending to their every need and pandering to their every expectationSome would disagree with me on that point In fact many would all those folks who dislike books for trying too hard and being too smart Those who feel that the author did not adhere to the formula enough to guarantee formulaic enjoyment of the audience and decry them for leading them out of their literary comfort zones and making them confront a strange beast of ink and paper Oftentimes they look at this weird creature and see something of themselves inside it Sometimes this bothers them More freuently than you'd expect this scares themSo what does this have to do with this book here you ask? Good uestion I haven't uite figured it out myself actually At least not at this exact point in time as I type down these words in the middle of a coffee shop the book itself on my right and a list of its uotes on the left That's why you're here You're joining me on this journey the goal of which is to find the purpose of conducting in the first place Circular no? But trueWhat this book achieves is an astounding thing in this current age but even so when one takes into account the year of publication 1880 two years after The Brothers Karamazov and four years before The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn If you asked me which is closely related to this particular specimen I'd have to say TBK But only in terms of the wealth of philosophical content the exacting and measured analysis of the human condition the grappling with uestions of success reputation and mortality TBK tells you a story in a sonorous tone preaches from the pulpit of its well deserved yet greatly intimidating authorial presence This book hops up on the stand poses with hand on hip says a few words in a serious tone then uickly hops down and invites you to the back table to ruminate and reminisce over a few choice bottles of the finest vintages There is a man behind the curtain and he doesn't bother to pretend that he doesn't know that you know that he knows it's there Instead he welcomes you into his humble abode and asks if you wish to hear a story And trust me reader you really should say yes Why? Why do we want to hear this story from this author one who breaks off from all conventions in serving us what cannot at all be deemed a novel? One hundred and sixty bits and pieces of one perhaps but how could that possibly flow as strongly and as soothingly as a single entity one that admittedly breaks off into chapters but ensures that each chapter is a well rounded stepping stone to the next? Instead we have this book whose sections sometimes contain no than a paragraph a single sentence even at some point a series of dots or ellipses? Impossible to tell How can a story possibly be told in such an erratic and incomprehensible fashion?Through conscientious and deliberate interaction of the author with his audience who predicts their interests and invites them to go beyond them Through knowledgeable understatement conveying through simple events powerful ideas on life love and the death that the author supposedly composes in without once feeling the need to paint an obvious map for the reader to jerk themselves around on Through a measured and insightful eye on the actions of the main character creating a man that dwells on deep thoughts without realization and dismisses them for frivolities and pleasure yet is incontrovertibly shaped by the powerful undertow A man who is both infuriatingly obtuse and startlingly sensitive capable of both great cruelty and great understanding A man who lived without effort and died before making an effort A man now dead writing of a life that he felt was lived without achieving any measure of great suffering or amount of great joyPerhaps he never did acuire those things he longed for so long in life He did however find one thing a small amount of truth in his life one that reconciled his mortality with his visions of success and contented him with living in constant and clear sighted observation of himself and of others The character may have never realized the beauty of his thoughts the wonderful philosophies he drew from a privileged yet empty living I believe however that the author trusted us enough to discover those for ourselves However much he played with us during the course of the pages flattering our sensibilities while baffling our literary conventions he trusted us to go through his pages and discover something on our own for our own That something however small is worth everything