While reading these beautiful words, I notice the complete absence of my old feelings: suffocation from her love, doubt that I have a good heart, fear of opening our lives to each other, and anxiety about her expectations of me. Instead, every word rings like truth. Neither haunted by the past nor worried about the future, I’m finally grateful for the present.” Relationships don’t require sacrifices. They just require growing up - and the ability to stop clinging to immature needs that are so tenacious, they keep the mature needs from getting met. His heroes journey brings me to my knees, this is possible, if someone with his trauma history, impediments of extreme intelligence and stubbornness can come to this place then anyone can. Gradevolissimo gioco metanarrativo che ruota intorno al concetto di trust/fiducia, che però è anche trust/fondo fiduciario. Tanto più importante in quanto si parla di alta finanza. La "voce" cambia ogni volta che cambia il narratore, Diaz fa parlare-scrivere-raccontare i quattro narratori ciascuno con il suo specifico stile.

This brilliant metafiction book is about a lot of things, but among the most prominent is the bending and aligning of reality according to one’s mistakes so it ceases to be a mistake. What are the fictions that compose our identity? Or do our lives eventually become the written and verbal fictions that others craft? Small wonder he fails every time; it’s not what he wants deep down and so it falls apart. It would be almost comedic if it weren’t for the very human toll it takes on him and his partners. The author has stated “I’m afraid of intimacy, because if I’m vulnerable with someone, I’ll lose myself and not be safe,people engage in a lot of self-destructive and damaging behaviors just to avoid that simple thing. Myself included" So far, it seems like their open relationship has as much drama as a closed relationship. And the drama is about the same thing, trust. Perhaps the reason friendships tend to last longer than relationships is that they don't come with rigid rules and exclusivity clauses.This is a tale which bridges two cultures (art/literature and high finance), but which is very much a book of two halves (the first almost deliberately weak, the second intriguing) and which left me in two minds (hence my rating – a mix of a 4*+ concept and a 2* execution). I knew not to trust the happy ending of The Game b/c this one had come out. This one came out last year but I know not to trust its happy ending either. Rather, I don't want to trust it because after he asks his now-wife not to read this book (saying in the introduction that it isn't even one of his best- just in case the reader thought he had any interest in them and hence incentive to parse pointless private info from his text- nope!), then telling her at the end he hoped she'd ignored his warning and read this account of all the sex he was having with strangers, all the drugs he was taking, and all his attempts to form a harem of ladies- while all the time missing her of course? Jesus... I am a little frustrated that I cannot follow up in more detail as much as I would like but I am confident this will be resolved and am not going to penalise the review for that. Most disappointments come from your own internal expectations that you have probably not communicated. You cannot expect people to do things they do not know you want them to do Since I am an early reader, I had the joy of discovering the alchemy created by Hernan Diaz without any advance knowledge or perceptions. In this review, I’m going to try hard to ensure that others are equally spellbound by some of the more intriguing shifts.

Even through the roar and effervescence of the 1920s, everyone in New York has heard of Benjamin and Helen Rask. He is a legendary Wall Street tycoon; she is the daughter of eccentric aristocrats. Together, they have risen to the very top of a world of seemingly endless wealth—all as a decade of excess and speculation draws to an end. But at what cost have they acquired their immense fortune? This is the mystery at the center of Bonds, a successful 1937 novel that all of New York seems to have read. Yet there are other versions of this tale of privilege and deceit. Suddenly the money is on the table but the price to be paid cuts to the core of their marriage. Sarotzini wants Susan to be the surrogate mother of his child. At first they say no, but as the deadline approaches they realise that they have no option. John cannot face defeat, Susan knows that he lives for his business. What John doesn’t know is that Susan has never let go of her most heartfelt desire – to be a mother. They say yes…and the terror begins. I realise the goal isn't sexual anarchy. It's that I want the rules around my sexuality to be self-imposed, not externally imposed. That's the key difference, perhaps in everything. Part of the overarching theme of the book is that Neil is continually sabotaging himself by throwing himself in head first, biting off more than anyone can chew. His very first foray into ethical non-monogamy involves trying to form a poly triad with everyone living under the same roof. His next involves trying to form his own commune. His third involves starting an open relationship with no rules whatsoever. With its unique structure, elegant writing, interesting characters (even the immensely unlikable protagonist) and the 1920s setting, Hernan Diaz’s Trust is a sharp, compelling and creative work of fiction. The first part of the novel does not quite give the reader an idea of the complexity and the intrigue of the plot that lies ahead. The final two parts of the novel were my favorite and the most absorbing part(s) of the book. I will definitely be looking out for more from this author.

Burgess and Burgess's book will be widely praised for wielding together the current approaches to truth and to paradoxes, without ceasing to be essentially introductory. Surely, this is an important achievement."—Andreas Karitzis, Metascience If one is on the periphery of this brave new world of nonmonogamy, these accounts can add to the knowledge base so an informed reader - men or women - could make decisions about what relationship rules might work personally. Worth reading for that reason. But more than anything else, The Truth reminds me of - and is structured like - Dante’s Divine Comedy. Neil is the erstwhile Dante, crawling deeper and deeper into the pit of sexual decadence in search of his sacred Beatrice before reaching the Purgatory of therapy and ultimately the Paradise of a happy, fulfilled life. In fact, it’s as he’s literally climbing out of the pit that he finally realizes what he truly wants and what he needs to do. Economics in fiction just doesn't grab me, nor do insanely rich people. However, I absolutely loved The Glass Hotel which revolved around high end people and a Ponzi scheme.

One of the unfortunate axioms of human behaviour is that what others shame people for the most is usually what they're doing in secret themselves. After all, an accusation is much more powerful than a denial: it's a way to seem one up when you're really feeling one down. The deep shame he so brilliantly, powerfully captures, feels utterly poignant and human to me, but there is a special tinge to Neil’s personal coping mechanism with this shame that is deeply rooted in American culture.I've known people - mostly love addicts - who would be less hurt if their spouses died than if they cheated. They'd even prefer the former, because at least they couldn't take it personally. To be fair: most of the book focuses on Neil trying to convince himself that what he wants is different from how he used to be in his days as Style… despite the fact that what he ultimately wants is a harem, just as he did when he was part of Project Hollywood. Unlike his time as Style, he’s much more aware of just how much he’s hurting other people - as well as himself. This is never driven home more than by excerpts from his various partners’ diaries and journals. We get to hear, in their words, just how bad things are from their perspective and it’s heartbreaking. Strauss is a master storyteller of the human guinea pig non-fiction narrative and really turns introspective here, as he submits to rehab/therapy/non-monogamy/abstinence and all manner of physical and emotional experiment to understand himself, his complicated history, and how he might find happiness in sex and love today.

I've never worked with a couple where one of them had it all together and the other was a screw-up. They've got as many issues as you do. Proof of this is that they're still with you. The third part is the novel's “highlight” although that is damning with faint praise. Ida Partenza proves to be Bevel's typist (as he would have seen her) or ghost-writer (in reality), responsible for My Life. In A Memoir Remembered she is recounting, decades later, how she became involved with Bevel and with his autobiography. Parts of this story were compelling, although a side story involving her jealous boyfriend, a journalist, seemed more designed to set up part four of the book, rather than add anything, and that of her Italian anarchist father felt like it belonged to another book. What he did, essentially, was a staging of his immature, narcissistic phantasies under the disguise of a seemingly egalitarian, conscious relationship construct. In fact, the most uncomfortable, most cringe-inducing segments of this book were part of his exploration of “alternative” relationship styles in the third part. So throughout the whole book he did his very best to keep the description of his journey as immediate, as authentic as possible, by letting us be part of his delusions, the inevitable shattering of his delusions, the depression, the next clutch at straws – until, at the very end, this dynamic proved to not be sustainable anymore and everything started to dissolve.

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