"Are you not gonna blog until the Oscars?" -My friend from facebook
Yes,
I have been slacking once again, getting caught in the midst of my
daily routine, and forgetting to devout little time for my blogging
exposee.
Yet,
thankfully, blogging is the only thing I've put on hold. Regardless of
my dreadful schedule, I still manage to find time to meet with friends,
go out, read books, watch movies, and laugh. :)
Sleep has turned into an unattainable luxury, who has completely forgotten about me...I'll randomly give out and collapse like a camel, I'm well aware of that.
"Bonjour Tristesse" by Francoise Sagan.
I've
always been a fan of French films, novels, and romance. Sadness has a
certain beauty that happiness just cannot portray. This theme is
repeated in most French art...whether it's music, film, or paintings. I
boldly admit, I'm compelled to find pleasure in such sufferings. I
believe a person is most inspired and brilliant when in sadness or
depression, the best works of art are driven by some sort of tragedy...
This forces us, the audience, to be more compassionate and relate to
others' pain.
Most of you probably heard of the French iconic writer, Francoise Segan...
This past week, I did one of the most notorious mistakes...watched the movie instead of reading the book. Thanks to vkontakte.ru
I watched this 1995 French film in the comfort of my bed, with my
laptop, and without having to read the subtitles (was translated to
Russian).
The
movie was fantastic, leaving you with that emptiness and need to
reevaluate people's true character....exactly what I wanted. This is
not the typical sobbing, tear-dropping sadness, but the kind that
bluntly switches optimism to realism. Life doesn't have a "happy
ending," it just simply goes on...
Since I was sure I'd like the book even more than the movie, I spent my Sunday reading it...I was right, indeed.
I'm sure all of you have an access to google and can easily read the synopsis yourself...
I will though leave you with my favorite quote...
"He
refused categorically all notions of fidelity and serious commitments.
He explained that they were arbitrary and sterile. From anyone else such
views would have shocked me, but I knew that in his case they did not
exclude either tenderness or devotion; feelings which came all the more
easily to him since he was determined that they should be transient.
This conception of rapid, violent and passing love affairs appealed to
my imagination. I was not at the age when fidelity is attractive. I knew
very little about love.”