Junto con las cuatro mujeres de Poe (Ligeia, Morella, Eleonora y Berenice) y La Muerta Enamorada, es el típico ejemplo e la femme fatale del Romanticismo, con la muerte como mediadora entre los amantes.
Oh my anima... l'Isle-Adam is a treasure. I was indeed expecting tons of symbolical irrationality by the words themselves, the way Mallarmé creating hovering intimation and evaporating images between lines, but I didn't expect l'Isle Adam to be THIS GOOD, my hat off to this love story both as a critical footnote on Resurrection (or a love story archetyped from Resurrection) and as an intoxicating anima complex case.
All the images within the story serves neatly to explain how much an idea could do to reality, how arbitrary symbols when forms into a system with carriers, a thinking mode, in return manipulates the individual behaviors affected by it (e.g. Raymond, the old steward, "before three weeks had passed he felt at moments that he was himself the dupe of his good-will. The suppressed thought was fading!Sometimes, experiencing a kind of dizziness, he felt compelled to assure himself that the Countess was no more, positively was dead. He became adept in the melancholy pretence, and every moment he grew more forgetful of reality.") then later, as in D’Athol's case, senses reception itself.
Tbh never had I seen so clearly how symbolism as a pure rebellion against impressionism. For impressionism, in most cases, senses as raw materiel is final and irreducibly absolute, yet symbolism raises a questionable eyebrow on that. Senses can be manipulated if a system of symbols is imposed forcefully upon it, be the method mental castration or repression or look like goodwill and care. A sheer Will of that enlivens the impression of Vera to which he pours out his life energy turns out that "in the bluish glass he saw himself paler than his wont". The scintillating lovely images even the resting of time, all is real to D’Athol, Jung once commented on cases that anima/animus when projecting out brightens the sensual world by stealing the light/energy of life, which I think is also a good reference to a reason why symbolism opposed to impressionism's emphasizing on senses for senses in life, are not raw at all.
The picture is more clear that even if D’Athol came to his senses and cried out that "I remember now! What am I doing?—You, you are dead!" and then beautiful and divine experiences he had lived evaporated their credibility, the despair and agony on the bereavement between him and his anima that was so strong, that a sheer Will that belongs to his ego not soon drove him to long for the system of language that shaped and generated experiences of seamless harmony that staved off such pain immediately. Resurrection and reunion in the end pointed to the requirement of a body, a material to live the experiences into real world, even it's already a corpse.
Sense data is not the last reservation of free escape from uncertainty and critical senses, for behind that nothing is raw and it is not raw. Yep, symbolism is a bad ass critical approach to tons of nasty issues functioning in real life rather than, what Arnold Hauser prejudiced in his art history, an escape from real life.
Antolog.Ciruela(07/55).Buen ambiente gotico clasico sobre un devoto viudo que recupera por breve instante a su esposa para perderla al despertar.Similar a Ligeia de Poe.Muy bueno.
Relatively boring. Very weird metaphors and a complex writing. It’s pretty similar to most stories of dead wives or lovers. It was also rather confusing.