by axxxm
4/May/2024 in Tokyo
Reading "Bonjour Tristesse" by Françoise Sagan(1954)
First time in a long time to read a novel with a wish to
not end
not finish
but continue
The story is about a 17-year-old French girl
I used to have some peculiar interest in stories about these teenage females
It was when I was teenager
Every day, they were around me
Every day, they were within arm's reach,
physically
But unreachable
They were a million miles away,
emotionally
And I thought,
if I read books about girls in a fictional world,
then I might have been able to reach & know the inner world of the girls in my classroom
Many years passed
Now, came across "Bonjour Tristesse"
A story about a teenage girl
And what I'm thinking is,
Only now, I am able to read this novel
Only now, I can manage to enjoy this novel
And if I was teenager, I was unable to read this novel
due to a total lack of understandings and insights
about life
about emotions
& about women
The novel is written in a very airily, wispy, moody style
Back-and-forth events
Lazy river-like flow
Chess-like moves
Its writing style is not a linear, straight, streamlined, "1 + 1 = 2"-like form
And this is the 1st thing
I must not have dealt with, when I was younger
Back then
I was thinking
"Reading a novel"
means
"Understanding events happened in the story"
"When" and "Where" it happened?
"Who" was there?
And "How" these events are related?
...........I was thinking,
understanding these organised, mathematical, consistent information & its relations is called
"Reading a novel"
Hence,
I found very hard to read a novel
that didn't follow this theoretical, logical, rational rule
And changing one's view over writing style
...........How the author treats the story...........
means
changing one's view over one's own life
...........How one treats oneself ...........
Reason or,
Order or,
Purpose or,
Result or,
Logic or,
Worth or,
Rationality or,
Theory or,
Objectivity or,
Meaning or,
Value or...........
...........Now, I'm viewing a life,
that deserve to live for,
must exist outside these despicable absurd vulgar notions
Life must exist based on something that
appears without
any reason
any purpose
any meaning
& disappears without
any logic
any rationality
any result
...........It is called emotions
"Live for the emotions"
Now I find a life
in "To live for the emotions"
Now I find a life,
that deserve to live for,
only in "To live for the emotions"
The same goes to a woman
Or, to a relationship with a woman
Back then, I thought
a relationship should consist of "Peace", "Stability" & "Tranquility"
"Anxiety" or "Disappointment" or "Anger" or "Jealousy" or "Drama" or...........should never exist there
If there were,
then it's a foolish, childish, wrong relationship
Now
I can't think about a relationship, or "romance",
without this sweetness coming from anxiety & disappointment
Teenage boys & girls
They cannot compete
Boys lose, always
Girls win, always
17 years old...........it is around the time that girls realise they have sexual power
Some explore its possibility by giving an influence over the opposite sex
And some even reach the realisation that
It is the power that drives the world
It is the fundamental dynamism that drives the history
"Bonjour Tristesse"
Writing in a transparent, erratic, temperamental style
& Writing about transparent, erratic, temperamental, mist-like female emotions
...........It is only natural that
my 17-year-old self was unable to read this novel
I knew nothing about life
I knew nothing about emotions
I knew nothing about the opposite sex