I just finished to read the book Stiller (I think in English it’s “I’m not Stiller”) from Max Frisch. Max Frisch was a swiss author. He wrote some amazing books which you shouldn’t miss ,like Homo Faber or Andorra or Stiller. But who am I to tell you who he was. When you want to know about his life, his book then see here Max Frisch.
This year it’s ten years since he passed away, so in all the bookstores in Switzerland you stumbled over his books, that’s when I bought Stiller.
The book shows how you can struggle when you need to break free from your life, how one can struggle with his (in this case it’s his, but could be also her) identity and how the society reacts to your change, if they can see your change. In some ways it seems like a study about human beings and their way to behave. There is no big story in it, but there's a big thought in the lines.
I don’t want to give you a synopsis, you can get one here Books of the Times: I'm not Stiller. I want to share with you some words, sentence I liked so much that I underlined them. Hope you understand the meaning since I translated them from German to English.
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One can tell everything but his real life, - this impossibility is what condemns us to remain as our companions sees and reflects us, they who pretend to know me, they who call themselves my friends, and never allow me that I change, and wreck every miracle (which I can’t tell, the unspeakable, which I can’t prove) - just to be able to say: "I know you".
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I found it now also sad that two people, although they sit across from each other, eye to eye, are not able to notice each other.
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And there was no lack of signals on the entire route, only the courage to see it.
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That's it: I have no words for the reality [...] how can one prove, who he really is? I can’t. Do I even know it myself who I am? That's the frightening experience of detention: I have no words for my reality!
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Each image is a sin. It is exactly the opposite of love, you see, what you do now with this kind of talk. I don’t know if you understand it. If you love someone, so you give it openly every opportunity and despite all the memories you are ready to be amazed, again and again amazed how different he is, how varied and not just like that, not just a finished portrait, as you do it from your Julika. I can tell you only: it is not so. You always talk yourself into something - you shall not make for yourself an idol of mine! That‘s all I can tell you-
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Yours, Aylena
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