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A review by screen_memory
Seduction of the Minotaur by Anaïs Nin
4.0
“Some voyages have their inception in the blueprint of a dream, some in the urgency of contradicting a dream. Lillian’s recurrent dream of a ship that could not reach the water, that sailed laboriously, pushed by her with great effort, through city streets, had determined her course toward the sea, as if she would give this ship, once and for all, its proper sea bed."
It's been a while since I've last read Anais Nin. It's hard to find her lesser-known "continuous" novels in bookstores, as evidenced by the two years it's been since I've read anything I haven't yet read by her.
But God, I forgot how in love with Nin I fell some five or six years ago when I first read A Spy In the House of Love and House of Incest. I read her erotica first for some reason, and even the material in Delta of Venus and Little Birds was not without it's psychologically penetrating style. Nin championed literature as a means of psychoanalysis, and this is as evident in this book as it has always been (besides receiving psychoanalysis for some time, she and Henry Miller practiced as psychoanalysts for a brief period).
Anais Nin was definitely a huge influence on my writing when I first started writing seriously some six years ago, moving me to keep one critical eye trained inward. Reading through Seductions reminded me of how powerful of an influence she was back then with its intense focus on the "cities of the interior" as she called it.
It's been a while since I've last read Anais Nin. It's hard to find her lesser-known "continuous" novels in bookstores, as evidenced by the two years it's been since I've read anything I haven't yet read by her.
But God, I forgot how in love with Nin I fell some five or six years ago when I first read A Spy In the House of Love and House of Incest. I read her erotica first for some reason, and even the material in Delta of Venus and Little Birds was not without it's psychologically penetrating style. Nin championed literature as a means of psychoanalysis, and this is as evident in this book as it has always been (besides receiving psychoanalysis for some time, she and Henry Miller practiced as psychoanalysts for a brief period).
Anais Nin was definitely a huge influence on my writing when I first started writing seriously some six years ago, moving me to keep one critical eye trained inward. Reading through Seductions reminded me of how powerful of an influence she was back then with its intense focus on the "cities of the interior" as she called it.