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Suicide By Édouard LevEnsible thoughtful man who bears than a slight psychological resemblance to Levé himself But Suicide is than just a compendium of memories of an old friend; it is a near exhaustive catalog of the ramifications and effects of the act of suicide and a uniue and melancholy farewell to lif Birth befalls meLife occupies meDeath completes me

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PDF ½ BOOK Suicide By Édouard Levé FREE ☆ GYMAPPAREL ó [EPUB] ✶ Suicide ✻ Édouard Levé – Gym-apparel.co.uk Suicide cannot be read as simply another novel—it is in a sense the author’s own obliue public suicide note a uniue meditation on this most extreme of refusals Presenting itself as Suicide cannot be read as simply another novel it is in a sense the author’s own obliue public suicide note a uniue meditation on this most extreme of refusals Presenting itself as an investigation into the suicide of a close friend perhaps real perhaps fictional than twenty years ea “Given that I am speaking to you are you dead?”This particular book has been sitting on my e book reader for ages so long in fact that I don’t recall why I downloaded it in the first place but then last night I decided to randomly read the first page and damn was that first paragraph hookingTrigger warning suicide“One Saturday in the month of August you leave your home wearing your tennis gear accompanied by your wife In the middle of the garden you point out to her that you’ve forgotten your racket in the house You go back to look for it but instead of making your way toward the cupboard in the entryway where you normally keep it you head down into the basement Your wife doesn’t notice this She stays outside The weather is fine She’s making the most of the sun A few moments later she hears a gunshot She rushes into the house cries out your name notices that the door to the stairway leading to the basement is open goes down and finds you there You’ve put a bullet in your head with the rifle you had carefully prepared On the table you left a comic book open to a double page spread In the heat of the moment your wife leans on the table; the book falls closed before she understands that this was your final message”It's been awhile since an introducing paragraph had captivated me this much so I proceeded on with my expectations a bit raised for what's to come Plus I then reread the blurb and was that  dazzledSuicide cannot be read as simply another novel—it is in a sense the author’s own obliue public suicide note a uniue meditation on this most extreme of refusals Presenting itself as an investigation into the suicide of a close friend—perhaps real perhaps fictional— than twenty years earlier Levé gives us little by little a striking portrait of a man with all his talents and flaws who chose to reject his life and all the people who loved him in favor of oblivion Gradually through Levé’s casually obsessive pointillist beautiful ruminations we come to know a stoic sensible thoughtful man who bears than a slight psychological resemblance to Levé himself But Suicide is than just a compendium of memories of an old friend; it is a near exhaustive catalog of the ramifications and effects of the act of suicide and a uniue and melancholy farewell to lifeAnd what I came to notice uite uickly in here was how the writing seemed to be both breathtaking and utterly eye catching“You remain alive insofar as those who have known you outlive you You will die with the last of them Unless some of them have made you live on in words in the memory of their children For how many generations will you live on like this as a character from a story?”I kept rereading some passages to really let the words sink into my skin The writing is unlike anything I’ve read The second person point of view really weighted in since I rarely get along with it but in this book it really worked in my favorHowever what derailed from my reading experience was the seemingly random structure meant to imitate human memory I rarely if ever manage to get along with stream of consciousness writing Since the novel started out fine enough when the author focused on describing the feelings and not actions of his friend I wasn't that worried about it But I gradually grew bored of the narrator's descriptions surrounding the past actions of his friend Following his movements while going on vacations from cul de sac to restaurant to hotel wasn't really working in my favor So I kept hoping for the narrative to switch back to focus on describing the feelings of his friend like this captivating passage“When the next day your friends repeated to you the words you had spoken to strangers in the café you remembered nothing of them It was as though someone else inside you had spoken You recognized neither your words nor your thoughts but you liked them better than you would have if you had remembered saying them Often all it took was for someone else to speak your own words back to you for you to like them You would note down those sayings of yours that were repeated back to you You were the author of this text twice over”Ultimately this read set around mortality friendship depression and fatigue left me uite exasperated and exhausted by the end of it I am however glad to have given it a go since it was intriguing to see what Edouard Levé  knowingly worked on as his last novelOh and I listened a lot to this soothing song while reading35 stars Note I'm an Affiliate If you're interested in buying Suicide just click on the image below to go through my link I'll make a small commission Support creators you love Buy a Coffee for nat bookspoils with Ko ficombookspoils

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Rlier Levé gives us little by little a striking portrait of a man with all his talents and flaws who chose to reject his life and all the people who loved him in favor of oblivion Gradually through Levé’s casually obsessive pointillist beautiful ruminations we come to know a stoic s Leve as the whole world and his goat knows delivered the manuscript of Suicide to his publishers and committed suicide ten days later thus ensuring immediate and spectacular posthumous literary canonisationPrimarily a photographer Leve likes a certain formal distance in subject object interaction a reserved detachment which works well with his photography and yields mixed results in SuicideIn a series of photo portraits under the thema of pornography Leve does thisand thisClothed pornography Like I said the man likes to keep his distance But in Suicide this emotional reserve engenders a clinical feel which keeps me at a remove The minute details randomly uilted from a temporal perspective of the life of a 25 year old man who commits suicide are thoroughly parsed out and laid out for spectation like the uncoiled furl of a DNA chain strung out in lineLimpid prose recounts the myriad tendencies likes dislikes and predispositions of the Suicide each event a mini horizon the building block on which subseuent uotidia accrete overwhelmingly until the structure consciousness satiated from its own over impregnated ualia elicits one last weight groan and folds back into itself suicideThe semi ‘pointillist ruminations’ here seem to work much better in ‘Autoportrait’ which I read online and which is the far superior and original trope This is an excerpt of ’When I look at a strawberry I think of a tongue’ which illustrates the style'I do not know how to interrupt an interlocutor who bores me I have good digestion I love summer rain I have trouble understanding why people give stupid presents Presents make me feel awkward whether I am the giver or the receiver unless they are the right ones which is rare Although I am self employed I observe the weekend I have never kissed a lover in front of my parents I do not have a weekend place because I do not like to open and then shut a whole lot of shutters over the course of two days I have not hugged a male friend tight I have not seen the dead body of a friend I have seen the dead bodies of my grandmother and my uncle I have not kissed a boy I used to have sex with women my own age but as I got older they got younger I do not buy used shoes I have made love on the roof of the thirtieth floor of a building in Hong Kong I have made love in the daytime in a public garden in Hong Kong I have made love in the toilet of the Paris–Lyon TGV I have made love in front of some friends at the end of a very drunken dinner I have made love in a staircase on the avenue Georges Mandel I have made love to a girl at a party at six in the morning five minutes after asking without any preamble if she wanted to I have made love standing up sitting down lying down on my knees stretched out on one side or the other I have made love to one person at a time to two to three to I have smoked hashish and opium I have done poppers I have snorted cocaine I find fresh air intoxicating than drugs I smoked my first joint at age fourteen in Segovia a friend and I had bought some “chocolate” from a guard in the military police I couldn’t stop laughing and I ate the leaves of an olive tree I smoked several joints in the bosom of my grammar school the Collège Stanislas at the age of fifteen The girl whom I loved the most left me At ten I cut my finger in a flour mill At six I broke my nose getting hit by a car At fifteen I skinned my hip and elbow falling off a moped I had decided to defy the street riding with no hands looking backward'