The girl knew something was odd. She investigated desire and power and everything was still odd. At night she slept always on the same side, and in the morning she had breakfast beneath the sun. She kept investigating desire and power and everything was still odd. One day she stopped in the middle of a sentence and stayed mute. 'What happened?' asked the person she was talking with, but she didn't reply. The person asked again, and she cried. She run away and once at home she locked herself in her bedroom. That night she slept on the floor and rubbed her skin against the carpet until it burnt and stank. When her flesh was unveiled she stood up. The wounds were already shaded with a dark, yellow liquid. She went out on the street and walked slowly until she reached the door bell of the doctor. She rang and the man himself opened. He let her in, and offered a cup of tea. 'What is your question?' he said then, and she asked, 'is a tool still a tool if I can't stop using it?' The doctor didn't reply. 'What tool are you talking about?' he asked then, and she replied, 'is a shelter still a shelter if you can't get out?' The doctor sat on his armchair and lit up the tobacco in his pipe. She then explained what she meant, which tool she was talking about, and the doctor shook his head. 'I don't know what you are talking about', he said, 'please tell me more', he said, and the girl understood the doctor was lying. He knew. He knew exactly what device she was talking about. She shrank a bit, lowered her head, looked right and left. 'You are... ' she said, and couldn't finish the sentence cause the doctor was already strangling her....Continua
Non ricordo esattamente quando l'ho letto, e neanche, in realtà, se l'ho letto in inglese o in italiano. Comunque l'ho letto, e apprezzato, ma senza trovarlo un capolavoro, come mi è successo anche con altri grandi classici, probabilmente perchè quando so già tutto della trama di un romanzo, e ne ho anche sentito fare un po' di critica, trovo molto difficile entusiasmarmi....Continua
In a book devoted to bachelor men (just one female character – the maid - ) remember, the real tension, the true conflict, the very competition, is between the cold, scanty, lean, long, dust Mr Utterson (never lighted by a smile…) and the rude, ugly, dwarfish Edward Hyde (a man that seems hardly human, according to Mr. Utterson thoughts).
Poor Mr. Hyde, he just claims to be a normal guy, an accepted citizen…..
Stevenson anticipa Freud: l'Io è rappresentato in questo libro dal Dott. Jekyll, mentre l'Es (che contiene le pulsioni aggressive autodistruttive) da Mister Hyde. Freud introdusse il termine Es nel 1922, Stevenson nel 1886 scrisse: « Sia sul piano scientifico che su quello morale, venni dunque gradualmente avvicinandomi a quella verità, la cui parziale scoperta m'ha poi condotto a un così tremendo naufragio: l'uomo non è veracemente uno, ma veracemente due. »...Continua
Il libro è un altra cosa.
Mentre nei film si ci concentra su mister Hyde, nel libro l'autore si concentra sul conflitto tra Hyde e Jekyll.