Boredom

This novel was the greatest birthday gift given to me by my sister. Moravia is the European Bellow. This is a hypnotic novel. It is funny, sometimes despite being tragic, and sometimes because it is tragic. The dialogue especially about furniture is hilarious. After this, read Contempt.

"Boredom" was my first encounter with Italian neorealism...the theory that holds "consciousness does not constitute reality". In other words, reality is extramental, the way we perceive objects and people, and the relationship we develop with them, does not change the reality of these objects or people. As one website explained, "a man remains the same man, even though he becomes an uncle (exteriority of relationship). Knowledge is nothing other than an external relationship; its nature consists in making an object present to a subject. But in this relationship both object and subject remain what they were." So, basically, a cup is just a cup regardless of the purpose for which I use it. It stands in and of its own. Everything stands in and of its own. But our relationship to things is just our perception, our consciousness, it is not reality itself. We are outside of reality.We see the crucial significance of this philosophy in Moravia's "Boredom." The novel is rather an unusual one....it is a disturbing psychological study. It traces the inner thoughts and emotions of Dino, the painter who suffers "artistic sterility from boredom." Here, it is important to realise what boredom means for Dino. Boredom is more than just "ennui"...it is his inability to develop a relationship to the world around him. He feels a complete emptiness, apathy, disconnection with the world at large. He suffers from what we would term in this modern day and age a kind of depression, the kind that is so acute that it does not manifest itself in sadness, but rather in a complete indifference to life. The novel barely has a plot. In fact, there are only a handful of interacting characters in the book. Most of the novel takes place in the protagonist's head, as we witness his growing obsession with a bizarely amoral and impassive young model. Everything in "Boredom" is described in such a cold, detached, neorealist manner. Sex, which is a core concern in the book, is acted out with the same cold automatism as with picking up a glass of water or blinking your eyes. This is one thing which makes the novel quite fascinating. It would seem to a regular person, for example, that there could not possibly exist a human being as elusive and as devoid of emotions as Cecilia, the sexual machine, and yet Dino goes to such lengths to describe her, and describe his dead-pan conversations with her, that we come to believe she is real. And indeed we come to feel his suffering as he struggles to possess her, but fails over and over again. It is a disturbing novel, and one can not help but feel pity for Dino's plummet into desperation. There will be many moments of recognition in the book as we recall the times we ourselves have fallen victim to weakness, to temptation, and perhaps even to quasi-obsession.I definitely think this novel is worth picking up, if only for its eccentricity. It is is so cold, so realist, so bland, that it is fascinating. And it will touch you more than you think.

a young man muse destroys him A very strange girl enters the consciousness of the protagonist a self professed failed painter, i cant recall his name,nor the girls, cause the book is buried somewhere anywhere lost like OUR main characature; with too much time on his hand, this semmingly most inteligent of narators PONDERS HIS PREDICAMENT. he seems to be stranded, an outsider looking in so self absorbed in inteligent reflection,, very much like an author thinker he observes he comments on cynically critically, yet caring deeply about he world about him. mostly he obsesses about his powerlessness, his failure his hoplessness and its consequence BOREDOM, so he surmises, hes much too confused by the ordinary of the real,ALSO.hE LETS THE EVERYDAY IN,and it distracts him GREATLY. AT FIRST ITS HIS CONSTANT NEED FOR MORE MONEY, AND THEN ITS HIS MOTHER WHO PROVIDES IT. he hates the relationship between his needs which are selfish and produce guilt and his GREAT love for his mother WHICH IS DIVINE.so its a descenging rubic cube like set of possibilities presented INTERNALY, BUT outward, out the window he seeDOES HE WISH TO DISTURB? HES ALREADY GOING KNOWHERE FAST, why not choose to pursue LUST, NOT just AS A VOYEOUR.

It's difficult to say much about this novel, because its premise is age-old and predictable; so I'll simply tell you why you should read it: Moravia's genius comes by way of depicting intangibles such as love and fear with the same type of detail and insight that he would utilize if he were merely describing the apple on your kitchen counter. Individual thoughts might reel on for pages, but you'll follow with ease as the narrator muses in the same way that you might as you walk to the park and daydream about grocery lists or failed loves or the full moon you mean to reference in your last letter to your grandmother. The prose is simple. The characters are painful to know, difficult to like, and incredibly crafted mirrors of the person who turns the pages.

This book must be purchased as a companion to the better-known, "Contempt." I belive this book is Moravia at his best. "Contempt" is better known only due to the film. One Moravia is not enough. These books are seductively elegant--covers illustrated by Pierre Le-Tan--an award winning classic/clever book design--all housing a literary treasure. A magnificent collection! Literature and art combined.