The Madness of the Day
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The Madness of the Day

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Jacques Derrida writes (in Deconstruction and Criticism) of The Madness of the Day that it is "a story whose title runs wild and drives the reader folie du jour, the madness of today, of the day today, which leads to the madness that comes from the day, is born of it, as well as the madness of the day itself, itself mad..La folie du jour is a story of madness, of th...more
Paperback, 31 pages
Published January 1st 1995 by Barrytown Limited (first published 1973)
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Aug 21, 2013 Mariel rated it 5 of 5 stars
Recommends it for: no truth, no meaning
Recommended to Mariel by: Sean & Emilie
I was wasting away from living behind curtains in dark glasses. I wanted to see something in full daylight; I was sated with the pleasure and comfort of the half light; I had the same desire for the daylight as for water and air. And if seeing was fire, I required the plenitude of fire, and if seeing would infect me with madness, I madly wanted that madness.

Does anyone else get that feeling when someone is telling you about themselves? You could split off into two people, one who follows and ano...more
Madness of the Day demands to be watched, but then, I would think that. I first came upon it at La Mama, a theatre I’m ashamed to say I’d never been to before the beginning of this year. Mystified too – how on earth could I have spent 15 years living in Melbourne going to the theatre with the fervour of a fanatic and be writing this now?

It was the experience of seeing it performed – soliloquies, one-man shows, how I love them – that made me come back to Geneva and buy the English translation. Th...more
انقدر جمله هاي كتاب خوب بود كه دلم نمي اومد قسمتي شو حذف كنم براي توضيح،ولي خب چاره چيه؟
نه فاضل ام نه جاهل. خوشي هايي داشته ام.

پرسه زده ام. از جايي به جايي رفته ام. ساكن، در اتاقي تنها سر كرده ام. فقير بودم، بعد غني تر شدم، و بعد فقيرتر از خيلي ها.

سرپناهي دارم، خيلي ها ندارند. جذام ندارم، كور نيستم، دنيا را مي بينم، چه خوش بختي فوق العاده اي.

كساني را دوست داشتم، از دست شان دادم. وقتي اين ضربه به من وارد شد ديوانه شدم، چون عين جهنم است. اما ديوانگي ام بي شاهد ماند، سرگرداني ام ظاهر نمي شد، فقط...more
Station Hill is one of my favorite publishers. They published Franz Kamin's only record, That's enuf to endear them to me forever. This bk, however, didn't really do anything for me. I probably just didn't appreciate it enuf.
Something profound might be going on here, but I don't know what it is.
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“As reason returned to me, memory came with it, and I saw that even on the worst days, when I thought I was utterly and completely miserable, I was nevertheless, and nearly all the time, extremely happy. That gave me something to think about. The discovery was not a pleasant one. It seemed to me that I was losing a great deal. I asked myself, wasn't I sad, hadn't I felt my life breaking up? Yes, that had been true; but each minute, when I stayed without moving in a corner of the room, the cool of the night and the stability of the ground made me breathe and rest on gladness.” 7 likes
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