Category: Book Review

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Li-Young Lee undresses the soul-searching Being within each of us

Speaking about narration of one’s life, there will always be versions, rumours, tales, traces; some will be on wikipedia, some will be sealed in national security data, but only the each of us will encounter the soul-searching question when nothing from outside could fulfil — what does this life mean? Hours, days, months or decades go by, the battered self stoop to reach the ground we once wanted to leave so badly.

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first sentence coloured

This long excerpt caught my eye in a public book closet near my neighbourhood, and I could not let go of this thin booklet. Having heard of Henry Miller long enough to actually “encounter” him in this way, it makes me wonder, what it at all planned? Does anyone ever try to pick a colour when being hit by the feeling of nostalgia? Don’t go, please, walk with me into this colour —

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The stored rage

Alice Miller’s always challenging the authority. In terms of psychoanalysis, she challenges Freud’s analysis where he attributes patients’ painful memories to their fantasy, sex drive, rather than something that might really happened. Without an Enlightened Witness (Alice Miller’s words), the patient might get confused even more, dare not to confirm the real pain that his or her body tried to tell. Alice Miller wrote about Virginia Woolf