The Diary of Anaïs Nin: Volume Five 1947-1955
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The Diary of Anaïs Nin: Volume Five 1947-1955 (The Diary of Anaïs Nin #5)

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The author's experiences in Mexico, California, New York, and Paris, her psychoanalysis, and her experiment with LSD. "Through her own struggling and dazzling courage [Nin has] shown women groping with and growing with the world" (Minneapolis Tribune).
Hardcover, 275 pages
Published April 1st 1966 by Harcourt Brace (first published 1966)
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I read this because a friend often refers to her writing.

"The writer's responsibility is to increase, develop our senses, expand our vision, heighten our awareness and enrich our articulateness."

The diary takes place in the 1950s between Mexico, America, and France. Anais writes poetically. Her style was frowned upon then (many pages about publishers who reject her work) as much as now. One publisher said her work was "too esoteric." It is strange to think about the shift in popular taste. Righ...more
I found this book at the local bookstore, so this was the first volume of her diaries that I read. (I have also read parts of Delta of Venus which I wasn't crazy about.) I'm so happy to have found it because it is EASILY one of the most important books I have ever read. Besides the fact that I'd do basically anything to have her life, I adore her descriptions and her mind. She conveys such complex emotions and ideas so concisely, especially when it comes to life as an artist in the United States...more
Dec 29, 2008 Ciara rated it 3 of 5 stars  ·  review of another edition
Recommends it for: diarists, anais nin fans, watercolor enthusiasts, forest rangers
i think this is the one where anis moves to california, partially based on the recommendation of henry miller, who is chilling in big sur & doing a lot of watercolors at this point. that really cracks me up, in light of what a macho tool he was in the first volume of the diary. i wonder if he ever thought he'd be hanging around redwood trees painting watercolors. haha! meanwhile, anais is doing her thing, socializing with film industry types, surviving wildfires, & the like. this volume...more
lovely! she makes you yearn for whatever she describes, whatever she tastes, whatever she hears, whatever she tastes..
Magda Gregorski
I finally finished it. I was really into the book at the beginning and some how lost interest.
The opening on Acapulco is beautiful, slow, leisurely. A review "soon."
Charity Finnestad
Her series of six diaries are some of my favorite books of all time.
I love Anaïs Nin, she writes so perfectly what I feel~
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French-born novelist, passionate eroticist and short story writer, who gained international fame with her journals. Spanning the years from 1931 to 1974, they give an account of one woman's voyage of self-discovery. "It's all right for a woman to be, above all, human. I am a woman first of all." (from The Diary of Anaïs Nin, vol. I, 1966)

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“Jazz is the music of the body. The breath comes through brass. It is the body’s breath, and the strings’ wails and moans are echoes of the body’s music. It is the body’s vibrations which ripple from the fingers. And the mystery of the withheld theme, known to jazz musicians alone, is like the mystery of our secret life. We give to others only peripheral improvisations.” 5 likes
“[Fall, 1951]

To me Acapulco is the detoxicating cure for all the evils of the city: ambition, vanity, quest for success in money, the continuous contagious presence of power-driven, obsessed individuals who want to become known, to be in the limelight, noticed, as if life among millions gave you a desperate illness, a need of rising above the crowd, being noticed, existing individually, singled out from a mass of ants and sheep. It has something to do with the presence of millions of anonymous faces, anonymous people, and the desperate ways of achieving distinction. Here, all this is nonsense. You exist by your smile and your presence. You exist for your joys and your relaxations. You exist in nature. You are part of the glittering sea, and part of the luscious, well-nourished plants, you are wedded to the sun, you are immersed in timelessness, only the present counts, and from the present you extract all the essences which can nourish the senses, and so the nerves are still, the mind is quiet, the nights are lullabies, the days are like gentle ovens in which infinitely wise sculptor’s hands re-form the lost contours, the lost sensations of the body. The body comes to life. Quests, pursuits of concrete securities of one kind or another lose all their importance. As you swim, you are washed of all the excrescences of so-called civilization, which includes the incapacity to be happy under any circumstances.”
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