Confesiones de una máscara [Yukio Mishima] on *FREE* shipping on qualifying offers. Barcelona. 19 cm. p. Encuadernación en tapa blanda. Find Confesiones De Una Mascara by Mishima, Yukio at Biblio. Uncommonly good collectible and rare books from uncommonly good booksellers. Confessions of a Mask is Japanese author Yukio Mishima’s second novel. First published in , it launched him to national fame though he was only in his.
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I’m afraid the narrator has also read far too much Freud. It’s a wonder then he didn’t know something more about the concept of projection. For the mascada memories “recounted” here, those of a child three or four years old, are clearly imbued with the erotic sensibility of an experienced adult.
Confesiones De Una Máscara Mishima Yukio
This aspect of the novel Second reading. This aspect of the novel seemed strange to me. I am not sure why the author wanted it. Mishima was 24 when he published the book. You might argue that the novel is pretentious—and, oh God, it is!
I do long for an alternate translation. And the book is rife with such sentences. So a problematic but fascinating novel, especially for those interested in the issues gays have historically faced when negotiating the straight world. But not a political novel. A novel of inner turmoil and a mazcara into the nature of desire. View all 15 comments.
The air grew heavier as the blood soared; the sensuality insect crawled with an unprecedented ardor blinding the intoxication that arose from a monstrous swell. The naked unaa bled to the wraith of arrows and while tranquility festooned youthful fragrance, the insect stirred hna storm that thundered as cloudy-white patches filled the empty spaces. The musty smell of the ejaculated sperm mingled with the stale cigarette stink that dangled between the tender lips of an eight-year old squatting on the broken stairs, smoking the discarded stub wondering if she confssiones touch the voluptuous breasts of the woman who smiled at her.
A topless Barbie lay besides, the naked confesionfs of a doll immersed in nicotine fumes. Upstairs, a man admired the lacy lingerie beneath his striped shirt and the adored swell of the breasts hid under the layers of a tightly woven bandage far from the reach of the little girl. A worn sponge was being a dutiful servant to the slapping fingers; white mist covering a bare face.
Puberty brings lust; maturity uja love. Love is a shapeless sensation that at times normalizes irrationalities. Love has always been an anomalous creature; sensuality flooding sanity into passionate disorders. If so, then why are we adamant to categorize this amorphous divinity with standardize regularities? Who decides its normality stance?
We, the so called societal gurus ; prisoners of our very own sins.
How would I feel if I were a normal person? Masturbating to the vision of a young male teacher and not to the thought of a naked woman, made Kochan question the legitimate normality of his pubescence. Mishima keeps homosexuality afloat in the stormy waters of social mores. The idea of being a stranger in a crude savage land seemed more plausible for an unflustered life.
The desire of an impassive kiss from a woman; the desperate need for an embryonic feeling of heterosexuality. The prose made me furious at times, dee glimpse a world ridden with hypocrisies of insecure minds.
A world where rape, incest is placed on a identical immoral dais as homosexuality is certainly a malignant society. A man should not be made to feel guilty if his heart craves the touch of another man.
A woman should not be ostracized for loving another woman. Love is a warm shadow where we mazcara refuge from our own wars. So, how dare the heterosexuality elites try to shackle a shadow? Why demean the animals when we bestow the same courtesy to our fellow members? Death being the only rescue. Masdara from his childhood, Kochan had an affinity to grief with death being the ultimate seducer of confesionss sensualities.
It was as if fate had made him fond of the sinister dwellings of death; a sort of an admonition of his burdensome future. At times, death becomes the ultimate escapism; a respite to his fonfesiones predicaments and then there are moments when the thought of death compels him Kochan to ponder on the possibilities of an honorable life.
The salient features of the ongoing Japanese war further mishjma the foundation of death. Death becomes a coveted symbol of equality, demolishing societal kna and at the same time a harbinger with a prejudicial mask. In order to validate the significance of our own lives and its choices, we condemned the lives of others and curse their preferences.
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In a peculiar way, the onset of the war brings confdsiones solace to Kochan with the hope of an annihilation of his secret life. Whereas, the restitution of a peaceful aftermath evokes a personal conflict that Kochan would have confeaiones face in on a daily basis. Mishima gives an enlightening inference of how assorted masquerades of life are vanished when humanity dwells at the gates of death.
Before their eyes they has seen human relationships, love and hatreds, reason, property, all go up in flame At the time, like the crew of a wrecked ship, they have found themselves in a situation where it was permissible to kill one person in order that another might live In order to save a life it was permissible to kill another.
It is not surprising to spot the element of death taking the centre stage at many mixhima. War, being the perfect example of fading allure of death. The seducer being deceived by it own seduction. In Seppukucongesiones suicide ritual also exercised by the author himself; the samurais embellished their faces with subtle make-up before succumbing to the self-inserted sword.
The samurais ached that their death would restore the very same honor and beauty that life had stolen from them. Given that, this book is also perceived as a semi-autobiographical sketch of Mishimaone can notice glimpses of Kabuki ; a theatrical art that Mishima often viewed as a child along with his grandmother.
The decorated mask-like visage being a significant representation of this ancient Japanese art. It viciously smiles in nostalgic moments of twelve year boy masturbating to the standing picture of St. Sebastian and the nascent obsession of an eight year old girl. It howls as it hypnotizes the soul into a mass of uja in a machine of falsehood. Similarly, as the ownership of a travel is lost with its commencement, the journey of mask becomes a reckless place for riots and revolutions.
I was fed up with myself and all for my chastity was ruining my body. Even if it was to be pure masquerade and not my life at all, still the time had come when I must make a startmust drag my heavy feet forward View all 35 comments.
It is crazy to think that next year we will be celebrating Confessions of a Mask ‘s 70th birthday. Mishima’s queer classic, his second novel written in his early 20s and earliest currently available in English, is a coming-of-age story of a young boy who struggles with his queerness. When Kochan happens upon a reproduction of Reni’s Saint Sebastian in a book he is immediately drawn to the overt homoeroticism of the work. The perfect male physique fe with the gashes and wounds of the arrows i It is crazy to think that next year we will be celebrating Confessions of a Mask ‘s 70th birthday.
The perfect male physique pared with the gashes and wounds of the arrows implanted within his torso act as a mirror for the novel itself. For the two main themes of Confessions and quite a lot of Mishima’s other works are male queerness and sadomasochism.
Both are explored beautifully through Mishima’s unflinching prose. When reading this I was somewhat taken aback by its sheer influence on the world of queer literature, particularly in the works of Edmund White. In fact nearly all major coming-of-age queer tales seem to eventually trace their genealogy back to Kochan. An engrossing and influential tale, Confessions of a Mask is still as fresh and shocking in as it was in It was the foundations upon which Mishima planted his immense literary legacy.
An essential book in the queer canon. A confeslones can be a doorway into another human heart – that is the power of reading. The price of entry however is sometimes high – what we find can be so confesionds that we question if we really want to go there, even for a visit. Confessions of a Mask takes us to some dark places. We all have masks, of course. Living without any form of protection would be living with an open skin. But our masks are usually light, easily taken mascata or exchanged as need be.
This mask is made of stone. The title see A book can be a doorway into another human heart – that is the power of reading. The title seems to imply a promise – “all will be revealed” – because after all, it is the mask who is confessing.