Spy In The House Of Love

Cities of the Interior #4

by Anaïs Nin

Spy In The House Of Love

Genres: Fiction, Classics, Erotica, Romance, Literature, France, Novels

300 pages, Hardcover

First published January 1, 1954

About the author

Writer and diarist, born in Paris to a Catalan father and a Danish mother, Anaïs Nin spent many of her early years with Cuban relatives. Later a naturalized American citizen, she lived and worked in Paris, New York and Los Angeles. Author of avant-garde novels in the French surrealistic style and collections of erotica, she is best known for her life and times in The Diary of Anaïs Nin, Volumes I-VII (1966-1980).

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Reviews

[LaRaie · Rating 5 out of 5]

I want to take a moonbath

[Margaret M - (having a challenging time and on GR as much as I can) · Rating 4 out of 5]

“It showed very early in my capacity for deluding myself”... “What I corrupted was what is called the truth in favour of a more marvellous world”.

In my quest to read books with themes I am less familiar with, and to better understand the characteristics in people that I don’t see very often, I went in search of a modern classic with the femme fatale at the centre of the story. A book that would take me inside the mind and psyche of the seductress and the siren. The interest was clear but the outcome and my feelings at the end were very different from what I expected from this book. Nevertheless, it was the right message, the one I would have wanted to hear had I thought about it going in. A superb piece of writing.

A book where desire is outweighed by self-loathing, where the search for pleasure leads to discontentment, and the search for love in the wrong places is the greatest treachery, because our seductress was alone and the imposter - “The Spy in the House of Love”.

The Plot

In the opening pages of the book, we meet the ‘Lie Detector’, a person? Good question!!!… However, this Lie Detector receives a phone call from a woman who wants to unburden herself with her story. Intrigued our invisible person begins to follow Sabina in her endless game of desire, always adorned in a cloak marking her flag of adventure. A woman who seems to escape the monotony of her life by constructing one that gives her the power and freedom to seek ‘love’ and pleasure from the sexual gratification and intimate encounters with men.

Yet of course there is an irony to this freedom of love and sexual expression because there was no constant person to share her sense of adventure, no-one to applaud her boldness and achievements in obtaining the ‘swagger of freedom denied to women”. She was alone, and her illusion of strength was to vanish after each of her dalliances like the ecstasies of drink leaving her deflated, empty, and possessing nothing within herself that she admired. Very telling in the quote

“She had lost herself somewhere along the frontier between her inventions, her stories, her fantasies and her true self”. An incredibly deep and poignant story.

Review and Comments

Despite the story being described as the free sexual expression of women. Erotica it was not. Despite being married, romance it most certainly wasn’t. Although, daring and sensual in places, the act of seeking sexual gratification as a compromise and substitute for loving and being loved it most certainly was. To you and me, it was the imitation of love, and a woman seeking fulfilment wherever she could get it only to be cursed with lower self-esteem and self-loathing.

Characterisation – apart from the MC, the other four characters were symbolic of the men the author wanted to portray as selfish, egotistical, and too immature to understand love. So, the characters were not as developed as in a full novel which was fine for this novella.

Sex and sensuality – I wanted to address this part of the book because like many readers I did not want porn. So, to my GR friends who share my views, I can say this was so tastefully written, it is a book for many women. For example, this is a description of a sex scene “…this pleasure which transformed the body into a high tower of fireworks gradually exploding into fountains of delight through the senses.”. In other words, more sensual, elegantly worded without the vulgarity that you might find in a story of this nature. In other cases the sexual encounters were implied rather than descriptive.

The writing is absolutely stunning and of course sensuous, and the story had depth and purpose. This was the portrait of a lonely woman that questioned her self-worth, through the lie detector, which I had interpreted as her own mind – rightly or wrongly. Yet the underlying message is clear about seeking pleasure and love where it cannot be found. Simple, passionate, and poignant, through quotes like.

“The enemy of love is never outside, it's not a man or a woman, it's what we lack in ourselves.”,

and how well this book depicted that message. A literary gem that deserves to be considered a modern classic.

[Luís · Rating 4 out of 5]

"Sabina thought she must have strayed somewhere between her inventions, her stories, her quirks and her real being. She erased the borders; the paths had disappeared, she walked at random in a chaotic universe."
The more I think about it, the more I tell myself that I liked this writing even more than the story, which is touching. But Anaïs Nin has a unique script, poetic words, and way of relating events. I wondered if the narrator had fallen into a dream. After these few pages, I think it is a desire to show that the different stages of her journey, related in an overlapping manner, form a whole that constitutes a woman for Anaïs Nin. A woman we discover is full of facets and can only be herself when she is free to show all of her (her desires, her wounds) sides that are usually only visible to one or other of the men she meets. She only shows one side of herself every time. I'm just wondering if a man would want to see all sides of Sabina. Is this a natural choice, or does she respond to what the other expects? But she is aware that men see only part of her and languishes in doubt and guilt vis-à-vis each of them as if she is hiding part of the truth from them, part of her. Her conscience constantly torments her. And then, fortunately, there are friends. And their good advice is to take homeopathic doses.
"But Sabina, excited by the moonbeams, soon felt the power to stretch out time, to branch out into myriads of lives and loves, to lengthen the path to infinity in numerous detours which were like the depositaries of innumerable desires. The moonbeams had fertilized in her the seeds of many women because they were children of that limitless night of which we are only aware in dreams. The night has roots plunging into the past's riches, bringing them to the present and projecting them into the future."

[‎ ⋆nati⋆ · Rating 5 out of 5]

rip anaïs nin, you would’ve loved A&W by lana del rey.

[Emma Angeline · Rating 4 out of 5]

dizzying

how when you spend your time adapting yourself to your lovers you’ll never know who you are, and then you’re searching for yourself in other people, no wonder you always feel like you’re acting or pretending, and cause you don’t know who you are of course you never experience any deeper love either…if you don’t have it for yourself how could you ever expect to share it with anyone else

this gave me emotional whiplash and i might need a hot sec to recover

fucks sake sabina

[daniella ❀ · Rating 3 out of 5]

a hot girl book indeed

[Steven Godin · Rating 3 out of 5]

I thought this was going to read something like Delta of Venus. Basically pornographic. But I was wrong. It's nothing like Delta of Venus. The thing is, I'm not sure I can say I actually preferred it to Delta, which I also scored a three. That book really made you sit up and take notice! whereas this didn't so much. Maybe I just rushed it, reading in one go, when it would benefit from the patience and time it probably deserves. Spy in the House of Love is written beautifully, with a symbolic and dreamlike nature that does make for some exquisitely crafted sentences, but, I'm not sure there is really much of a story going on here. It all felt a little too artsy for me. The female protagonist, Sabina, loves her husband but can't stop, through addiction clearly, from having affairs with other men, and it hurts her soul. Sabina is deeply divided between social restrictions, her self-created inhibitions, and the drive for artistic and sexual expression, so I wouldn't be surprised if this work echoed Nin’s own personal problems in terms of sex, love, and emotional fragmentation. I think the overriding message than Nin is presenting to us here is that pleasure doesn't automatically result in happiness. I might try one of her diaries next, as I've only read her fiction up till now.

[Georgia Scott · Rating 4 out of 5]

Bill Murray and Anais Nin are not two names which go together. Or so I thought until now.

In the film Groundhog Day, Murray plays a shallow reporter forced to relive the same 24 hours until he discovers what his life is lacking. Nin's novel is about a woman who romps with one lover after another until days and nights blur into one. Free from death, Murray devours cakes with abandon. Free from shame (hers is effectively an open marriage), Sabina consumes men of different types. Murray arouses our laughter. Sabina draws on our desires. Freedom. Fantasy. Pleasure. The Spy in the House of Love is erotic for sure. Bedroom reading you might say. Or wherever you like it to happen.

My surprise was not how well Nin describes ecstasy or its lead up. A name synonymous with eroticism should do nothing less. No, my surprise was how rounded her male characters are. I don't mean their back story. Her pen is light. Small flecks are all she gives. But they are enough. These men quite simply come alive. They have bodies but also hearts that can be hurt. As they bare their souls, we wait for this adventuress to do the same and become more human.

[Dolors · Rating 2 out of 5]

Maybe because I expected a much simpler tale or maybe because I had higher expectations about what this book would be like, but somehow I couldn't help but feeling deceived by this story.
The short summary at the back cover seemed promising enough: a haunted woman, Sabina, who is unable to remain faithful to her husband Alan. She is helplessly attracted to total strangers and finally driven into fruitless affairs which leave her feeling restless, guilty and edgy. But at the same time, she can't live without these different kind of loves, she has multiple faces, she is specially transformed for each one of her lovers and she can't perform normally with her husband if she doesn't have the excitement of these other amorous adventures.
Don't know exactly why, but for me, it didn't work. The spell wasn't there. I thought the writer tried too hard, sometimes you got lost with her long descriptions of Sabina's red dresses or the feelings she shared with each of her lovers. She wandered too much, didn't focus enough and I felt like an outsider, a voyeur watching some kind of schizophrenic woman acting like a 17 year old. Then there was the repeating guilt and the references to Debussy and Mme Bovary all over the book. You got the point the first time, why did you have to read it all over and over again? I found it tiresome, thank God the book was only 120 pages long!
I will give it 2,5 stars though, because I sort of liked the last pages, where I could find a bit of what I had expected of the whole book. There were some good sentences which gave a glimpse of what the book could have been like, if only the writer had been more humble in her writing and had brought the novel to a more "earthly level".

Some quotations I liked from the book (well, the last pages):

"Let us say I had perverted tendencies: I believed everything I read"
"But if I told the truth, I would be not only lonely but also alone, and I would cause each one great harm"
"The enemy of love is never outside, it's not a man or a woman, it's what we lack in ourselves."

[Lynne King · Rating 4 out of 5]

A taster: “Desire made a volcanic island, on which they lay in a trance, feeling the subterranean whirls lying beneath them……The trembling premonitions shaking the hands, the body, made dancing……..They fled from the eyes of the world……where there were no words by which to possess each other….. unbearable but only one ritual, a joyous, joyous impaling of woman on a man’s sensual mast.”

But “who is Sabina? What is she?”

I’ve read Anaïs Nin’s “Journal of a Wife” (The Early Diary of Anaïs Nin, 1923-27), followed by her seven journals (magnificent insight into a woman’s mind and for which she is remembered today), and also the “Delta of Venus” (erotica at its best), but when I came to try and analyze what I felt and why I liked “A Spy in the House of Love”, I was at a loss where to begin. I think it was a sense of insecurity of being outside my comfort zone and yet, in a contradictory way; the realization that I could relate to quite a sizeable part of it. Not all of it, of course. I also quickly came to the conclusion that I had to reread the “Journal of a Wife” to see how the author coped as a married woman (as it is well known that many of her published works are autobiographical) in trying to understand her relationship with Alan (in real life her husband Hugh (Hugo) P. Guiler).

I needed this background and found: “And Hugo has above all the quality of constant variety. He evolves continually so that I can understand him without knowing all of him…..I foresee the exclusion of one generally accepted misfortune befalling the married ones – we shall escape monotony.”

“A Spy in the House of Love” is an appetizer of things to come, such as a meal, a voyage, a new lover, to changes in one’s life... and the word “excitement” immediately springs to mind. Also, it must not be forgotten that it’s due to Henry Miller that we have the erotic works of Anaïs Nin. A book collector had offered Henry Miller a hundred dollars a month to write erotic stories in the early forties. He soon became bored with this and his “friend” Anaïs took over and began to thoroughly enjoy writing them.

In addition, this is a journey into Sabina’s mind. She’s a lost soul trapped within herself; and even though there is protection and comfort in her married life (ten years) with Alan, there is also suffocation. This causes her “to break out” from time to time to regain strength and inner equilibrium, and replenish her erotic thoughts and sexual needs. Alan is “her rock” (quoted by the late Diana, Princess of Wales in talking of the stability that she found in Paul Burrell, who was her butler) and provided stability for her by always being there for her. Even when Sabina was away on her supposed “actress” jaunts (when in fact she sometimes stayed locally in New York), Alan was always the same upon her return, dependable, loving but just not exciting enough. And yet when she fears that he has come to search for her on one of her “excursions”, she is completely contrary in her thoughts:

For one evening she is convinced Alan is outside one of her lover’s homes:

“For her this was the end of the world. Alan was the core of her life….her existence in Alan’s eyes was her only true existence.”
Out of all the men mentioned: Philip, the opera singer; Mambo, the drummer in the night club; John the aviator; Donald, and Jay an old lover, it was the English aviator John who intrigued me. He and Sabina had a common interest, they were both grounded; he from the sky and Sabina on the ground as she felt that “Long Island is a tomb, and one more day in it would bring suffocation.”

I found Sabina a rather strange and yet complex individual; constantly worrying, fidgety, on the move – just constant motion, and lying. And her dress was so important to her, especially her cape because:

“Her cape which was more than a cape, which was a sail, which was the feelings she threw to the four winds to be swelled and swept by the wind in motion lay becalmed. Her dress was becalmed. It was as if now she were nothing that the wind could catch, swell and propel. For Sabina, to be becalmed meant to die.”

And when she wore her cape, it “held within its fold something of what she imagined was a quality possessed exclusively by man: some dash, some audacity, some swagger of freedom denied to woman…..The toreador’s provocative flings, the medieval horsemen’s floating flag of attack, a sail unfurled in full collision with the wind….”

The shame, however, of her adventures afterwards: “Alan never understood her eagerness to take a bath, her immediate need to change her clothes, to wash off the old makeup.” Lies…

I was confused with an individual referred to as the “lie detector” in the first chapter. Was there some hidden meaning here was my immediate thought? Also I knew that the author had studied psychoanalysis whilst in Paris and perhaps this was the alter ego?” The “lie detector” had received a call from Sabina in the middle of the night, had the call traced and found her in a bar. He had recognized her voice immediately. He “hovers” in the background throughout the book and then she finally challenges him and…well that’s for you the reader to find out. I would, however, be intrigued to have an interpretation on this individual from other readers.

I had to read this book slowly and even though it’s a novella, it still took me a while to finish it. I found that I kept on returning to statements that the author had made and the one shown in this heading is the one I remembered first. Now what does that say for me I ask myself? Nevertheless, one is aware of the author’s sensuality and writing style right from the beginning.

When I read the last words of this book, my immediate thought was that it was so thought-provoking, in that it caused me to examine my own sensuality and the memorable quotes studded throughout the book are excellent in their own right.

I kept on asking myself, how could this novella, such a small book give me so many questions of which I required answers? But then that’s the beauty of being a human being, a thinking machine I guess… So if you want a sensual, magical mystery tour, this book will be a definite read for you and it should encourage you as a reader to follow on with Anaïs Nin’s captivating journals.

[Angie · Rating 4 out of 5]

Anaïs Nin crafts stunning (and self-destructive?) descriptions of the many insecurities and anxieties of being a woman. This book, although sometimes a bit trite, completely floored me. I'm resonating in her language, almost in disbelief at having familiar issues so beautifully and boldy presented. I actually found myself caught up in her adept confessions of the sometimes banal main character, and was often reading on for pages before realizing that I needed to slow down and let some of the minute details really sink in. Although some debatable content, overall a great read. I think I may have found what I've been looking for.

[persephone ☾ · Rating 4 out of 5]

(4.25) identity shattered in the context of love, loneliness, the pursuit of love and its dangers, coming to terms with the changing nature of the self, parental issues and their repercussions on ones life, eroticism and sensuality.

[ali (hiatus) garcia · Rating 5 out of 5]

i will spend forever trying to recreate the feeling of reading this for the first time.

[Jr Bacdayan · Rating 3 out of 5]

"She understood Duchamp's painting of a 'Nude Descending a Staircase.' Eight or ten outlines of the same woman, like many multiple exposures of a woman's personality, neatly divided into many layers, walking down the stairs in unison."

[Maura · Rating 5 out of 5]

There are those who view Sabina as a hero and those who view her as a villain. I can not change the mind of one who dismisses this book because they are not interested in her life and her experiences. A Spy In The House of Love is very much Sabina's mental anguish, her uncertainty and her conscience wrestling within itself and if you've no interest in her, you will not be interested in her story.
This is a book about a woman who, quite simply, has affairs. Plural. I find it quite easy to find tales of men who philander. I find stories about women who escape bad relationships in the arms of other men. I find accounts of individuals who meet their soul-mates and run off to be with them.
But.
This is something I do not find. Its literary equal did not exist when Anais Nin penned it and I do not believe that in a popular sense it exists today.
Sabina is happily married. The men she is with are not the loves of her life. Each relationship is an escape, but the escape is not from the tragic, merely the mundane. Nin delves into her psyche, explores her discontent and does so beautifully and fully.
I do not recommend this book. If you need to read it, you will. And if you read it and understand it, it will have mattered.
It is not for everyone. But for those whom it touches, it will leave its mark.

[angel · Rating 1 out of 5]

what a dull story.

[Mariel · Rating 3 out of 5]

He turned his eyes, now a glacial blue, fully upon her. They were impersonal and seemed to gaze beyond her at all women who had dissolved into one, but who might at any moment again become dissolved into all.
This was the gaze Sabina had always encountered in Don Juan, everywhere; it was the gaze she mistrusted.
It was the alchemy of desire fixing itself upon the incarnation of all women into Sabina for a moment but as easily by a second process able to alchemize Sabina into many others.

I remember a super old John Turturro interview (from the 1990s) about his film Illuminata. He said that love stories were always about couples getting together and almost never about their lives after, about people who have been in love. He said it better than I've written it just there. I remember another old thing about what happens when the you that is you around other people collides with the you that is you around different other people. It was from My So-Called Life (great show). Angela feared that she would cease to exist if this happened. Sabina is the films that are about people before they fall in love and never about the people who are already together. Sabina is the fear that she will implode if the edges of the seas intrude on the same beach. Which lie did I tell? She is a criminal who wants to be caught. She wants to be discovered for who she truly is. The young Sabina mistakes an unrestrained life for the story that is always beginning. She will meet a new lover and another lover. I was more moved by how tired she was of running eternally in the same place than I was in any of the before conquest eyed desire and after bedding need to disentangle and begin again. I would have felt nothing for the book if it didn't feel so life-like tired. If the weight on the shoulders didn't say that you must not give yourself away. Don't look the wrong way, don't say the wrong thing. I don't want to stay in the story sperm of an unnamed fantasy that must be protected. For who and for what my imagination starved for a better answer. This lover wants a woman who feels the fire only in her flesh and never in her heart. This man judges you for a bad man. Be all things to all men and you will never run out of roles to play. Life doesn't end if it never begins. A Spy in the House of Love opens with a confession to be caught. Let the mask fall and there is more to life than the promise of a story. That made it for me. I don't know what happens but I believed in the real reason people need other people. When she says that you judge yourself more harshly than another person ever could and it is a relief to see yourself not a fly in that glass. The you that isn't a different you depending on who you are with but knowing the you that breathes more because of what you see in someone else. That look, not the don't speak and don't ruin it no one was ever really hear love story beginning. I really like Nin for writing a book like this.

She understood why it angered her when people spoke of life as one life. She became certain of myriad lives within herself. Her sense of time altered. She felt acutely and with grief the shortness of life's physical span. Death was terrifyingly near, and the journey towards it, vertiginous; but only when she considered the lives around her, accepting their time tables, clocks, measurements. Everything they did constricted time. They spoke of one birth, one childhood, one adolescence, one romance, one marriage, one maturity, one aging, one death, and then transmitted the monotonous cycle to their children. But Sabina activated by the moon-rays, felt germinating in her the power to extend time in the ramifications of myriad lives and loves, to expand the journey to infinity, taking immense and luxurious detours as the courtesan depositor of multiple desires.

[Katya]

Sofrendo pressões para não pousar esta obra que tanto começou por me confundir, estou contente de o não ter feito. Finalmente posso tirar Anaïs Nin da sombra de Miller, e faço-o já tarde, mas muito merecidamente.

Comecei com aquele que é o quarto livro de uma coletânea de cinco e aquele que, como tema central, nos leva (leva Sabina, sem dúvida) numa busca pela unidade completa. Unidade essa que não é compatível com o estatuto da mulher num mundo feito à imagem do homem, mas que Sabina procura para si aceitando a derradeira das consequências: a corrupção da sua feminilidade.

O que ela descobrirá é que, em vez dessa corrupção de feminilidade encontrará a união das suas várias facetas femininas - como no Nú a descer as escadas, de Duchamp (referência que roubo à própria escritora), Sabina é composta de muitas camadas, muitas sombras, da fusão de múltiplas Sabinas.

Outra prodigalidade do livro é esta união dos sentimentos, das sensações, da arte plástica, da música. Para Anaïs, a ternura e a sensualidade é Debussy; o desejo é o ritmo quente de África; o amor altruísta é o Pássaro de Fogo de Stravinsky...

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O céu inteiro era uma manta de olhos e bocas a brilhar sobre ela, o ar estava cheio de vozes, ora gritos roucos vindos do espasmo sensual, ora vozes meigas de gratidão, ora duvidosas, e ela teve medo porque a Sabina não existia, não UMA, mas uma imensidade de Sabinas estendidas aos gritos e a serem desmembradas, constelando-se em todas as direcções e quebrando-se. Uma pequena Sabina que se sentia fraca no centro do universo, levada numa onda gigantesca de dispersão.
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Sabina é como o soldado descido dos céus, abandonado em território desconhecido e inimigo, e por isso a sua necessidade de armas começa por lhe dar uma caracterização masculina - aquela que ela julga própria para o mundo que habita:

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Escolheu a capa que parecia mais protectora, mais envolvente. Também a capa guardava nas suas dobras algo do que ela imaginava ser uma qualidade possuida exclusivamente pelo homem: alguma ostentação, alguma audácia, algum prazer de liberdade negado à mulher.
Os lances provocadores do toureiro, a bandeira de ataque flutuante dos cavaleiros medievais, uma vela desfraldada em colisão com o vento, o escudo do guerreiro para o seu rosto na batalha, tudo isso ela experimentou ao por uma capa em volta dos ombros. Uma capa estendida era o leito dos nómadas, uma capa desfraldada era a bandeira da aventura. Agora ela envergava um fato muito próprio para voos, batalhas e torneios.
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Mas a pouco e pouco, reunindo pedaços de si, Sabina abandonará esses hábitos. Depois de se multiplicar, depois de se decompor em diferentes facetas, uma vez completa, será finalmente uma Mulher:

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Os sentimentos que a percorrem e a sustêm são de amor, protecção e devoção. Esses sentimentos criam uma corrente poderosa onde ela flutua. Devido à sua força, eles fizeram desaparecer todas as suas dúvidas, como no caso de devoções fanáticas para com um país, uma ciência, uma arte, quando todos os crimes menores são absolvidos pelo valor incontestável do fim a atingir.
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Anaïs Nin descrevia os seus romances como «a busca do eu através do intrincado labirinto da moderna confusão». Uma Espia Na Casa Do Amor é isso e é mais: é uma magnífica obra estética, uma enorme reflexão filosófica e poética, e Anaïs Nin é a tecelã destas magníficas correntes de um imenso rio de palavras que se encadeiam e se complementam e nos sabe bem degustar.

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Não conseguia acompanhar o pulsar irado do mundo. Estava empenhada num ciclo mais pequeno, naquele que se opunha à guerra. Tinham sido dadas às mulheres verdades que elas deviam proteger enquanto os homens partiam para a guerra. Quando tudo estivesse destruído, uma sombrinha de papel levantar-se-ia no meio dos escombros e recordaria aos homens a paz e a ternura.
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[Uzma Ali · Rating 5 out of 5]

Well idk if you can tell from the 5 star rating but I adored.

Um! Sabina can't stop cheating on her husband! The book follows her four affairs: with Philip, the detached married man; Mambo, the big-hearted drummer; John, the war-tortured veteran; and Donald, the mommy-issues dimwit. Every new man brings a personality split. Despite her core pulling her towards her husband, affirming her truest self resides in her marriage, Sabina cannot help but follow paths leading her away from her heart's desires! Oh the girl contends with a division of the self. A self that wants one thing, and a self that does another. The shame which follows her through these affairs may be more abstract than it seems...

Oh, many of you already told me about Anaïs Nin, and I wish I listened earlier. How to describe the woman's writingggggg! Lyrical yet readable. Diaristic yet fictional! She writes fear like the devil, sex like a poet. I struggle to write why Nin's style flows so well, it is some je ne sais quoi I can't wrap my head around. Maybe it is her ability to dredge through a mind so specific, dump its contents, and configure them with as much clarity as she does universality. Nin writes Sabina like a woman incapable of improving herself. And yet, like a woman who MUST improve herself, lest she face the consequences her mind has constructed.

That is what is so special about A Spy in the House of Love. While Sabina feels she is two Sabinas divided, she is unaware of a third self that polices her more punitively than anyone else could. For a large part of this book, she stars in the role of patrol Sabina, the very "Eye watching and following her throughout her life" that she so fears. Every act of lying counteracts itself with shame. She is unable, maybe afraid, of housing the contradictions within herself, believing herself to be ultimately one or the other. This character criticism does not extend to the men in her life, who she can see fully, warts and all. Somehow, it is difficult to contextualize the good and evil, the love and desire, in herself, thinking she must be some strange exception tainting humanity. Nin thrusts into seas others are afraid to traverse. They're rocky, but she runs a tight ship. What an experience is it to ride.

I'd love to talk the end of this book to anyone who wants it. I did read this for a book club so I'm excited to hear everyone's thoughts then lol (although I am nervous cause it's my first)! But Nin really dismantles shame, offers a new perspective on marriage, and encourages her audience to integrate all parts of themselves, even the darkest ones. A Spy in the House of Love is a treatise on growth, most importantly, its very crucial step in growing past our shame.

[Gearóid · Rating 5 out of 5]

My first Anais Nin book so i did'nt know what to expect really.
But what i discovered was a beautifully written book.Very descriptive
and an over powering sense of the anxiety Sabina was suffering in
the story.Such an edgy restless character.
I did'nt think it was so erotic....just a study of the guilt and
anxiety of Sabina who was trying to find love and didnt seem to really
know what she was looking for or could'nt find it all in one place.

Felt a bit sorry for her husband who didnt have a clue what was going on.
But he seemed happy enough.

Really lovely writing and i will read more Anais Nin.

[Taylor · Rating 1 out of 5]

Gosh, this was dull and drear.
I felt like it just dragged on and on (which it did) as it laid on my bed side table for 4 months with only 10 pages left, of which I couldn't even bring myself to finish until now.
The moving from locations and times, for one, was just so incredibly messy. I was attached to absolutely no characters, nor interested or invested in them. The plot bored me. It was all a great shame because some of the authors other works I've read were very artistic and really beautifully intertwined sensuality with art and made many social statements, etc. This was all quite dull in comparison (as it pains me to say).

[Diane · Rating 3 out of 5]

Everyone talks about the affairs, the decadence, the scandal — but you have to read past that. What Nin is really writing about is fear: the terror of a woman past thirty who can no longer believe in her future, so she lives instead through her emotions, her performances, her lovers.

Sabina isn’t immoral — she’s terrified of stillness. She acts, she loves, she escapes, just to avoid being left alone with herself.
It’s not an erotic novel; it’s a mirror, and what you see in it depends entirely on how brave you are.

And yes — after finishing it, I did feel like I deserved a moonbath.

[Diba · Rating 1 out of 5]

girl just break up with your man

[Roxana Chirilă · Rating 2 out of 5]

Sabina is a compulsive liar and she sleeps around, lying to her husband all the time and living in a world of anxiety and fractured personality - but I'm already making this sound like a very different book than it actually is.

"A Spy in the House of Love" contains so much purple prose that emperors could wear it as a toga. Here's a sample:

"The caresses of the night before were acutely marvellous, like all the multicolored flames from an artful fireworks, bursts of exploded suns and neons within the body, flying comets aimed at all the centres of delight, shooting stars of piercing joys"

Or:

"Inner chaos, like those secret volcanoes which suddenly lift the neat furrows of a peacefully ploughed field, awaited behind all disorders of face, hair, and costume, for a fissure through which to explode."

Or:

"A jungle of dragon tails thrashing in erotic derisions, a brazier of flesh-smoking prayers, the multiple debris of the stained glass fountains of desire." - I can't remember what this was even about.

At the beginning of the book, a "lie detector" gets a call from a mysterious woman (Sabina) and he assumes she's guilty of something, so he follows her around, discovering she's nothing, or she's too many people at once to understand. He's promptly forgotten as the narration follows Sabina through... four affairs? Five? One with a German who can sing, one with a black man (I forget his nationality) who can play the drums, one with an aviator of some sort, and one with a guy I instantly forgot because I realized the story wasn't going anywhere and I started skipping paragraphs. There may have been a fifth, but it was in the past or something of the sort (I really stopped giving a damn and skipped pages towards the end).

Sabina mostly waxes poetic about her anxiety that she might be caught and thinks about how amazingly wonderful her husband is, and how she loves going back to him because he's so kind - but he's kind of like a father to her, and she's kind of like her own scoundrel of a father who kept sleeping around, and blablabla-look-at-me-jumping-out-of-the-tower-of-loneliness-into-the-abyss-of-love-to-be-shattered-into-pieces-and-suffer.

Oh, and the lie detector? The lie detector tells her the moralizing truth about herself, which is that she sleeps around and doesn't really love anyone. Which, yeah, is kind of freaking obvious.

I don't know. I'm just bored. I prefer immoral characters who spew venom or even nihilism, not purple angst.

[Heleen · Rating 4 out of 5]

I know no one who evokes the extremes of emotion and physical sensation as convincingly as Anaïs Nin. Exactly that might be the problem. There is no pause in the intensity of her prose. It's arresting, yes, breathless, certainly - restless, desperate, at times despairingly hopeful, and it's all of these things at once. Her sentences never stutter before gaining momentum again. They gallop along, endlessly, with sweat on their tongues, urged on by a writer who doesn't believe in taking a breath when that breath is not one of infinite arousal. Her writing style therefore can be quite baroque at best, flowery at worst. And yet, and YET... Perhaps this is exactly Nin's charm; exactly the thing that makes me return to her. I feel like you cannot read her books without being prepared to succumb to her energetic pace and the density of her writing style. It is exactly that density that reveals a fragile intimacy - a gate if you will - able to reveal parts of life you're only hesitant to admit existed, let alone aspire to.

[Adrienne · Rating 4 out of 5]

All I am going to say is this is an amazing piece of work, readng it is a sensuous experience,one to be savoured and thought about. Anais Nin has captured perfectly the feelings of many women who are torn between being wife,lover,mother,child,friend and mentor and how all those facets of our personality come together to create the person we are. If words acould be turned into something tangible this read would be (for me) Calvados, Shalimar perfume and cigar smoke, Exotic and mysterious, with just a touch of melancholy.



Note:- this piece revolves around adultery so not for those who are averse to this activity.

[Joshie · Rating 2 out of 5]

"The enemy of love is never outside, it's not a man or a woman, it's what we lack in ourselves." (p118)

The muddled line between love and lust, desire and detachment, infidelity and independence. This was a 30-year old woman's personal "definition" of sexual liberation, of sleeping in different beds, underneath different bodies all the whilst with a husband at home. A contradictory, an ambiguousness, it's the hand of marriage pressed hard on the base of her throat. A Spy in the House of Love was a never ending whirlwind of guilt, persistent daddy issues, and transient passion amongst different problematic men. At times Anaïs Nin's writing was compelling and her nice prose glossed over the mediocre narrative; on (p26), ** "Sabina seemed to be listening to the echo of this song, and of his description of a place where there was a memory, where the past itself was like a vast echo retaining experience; whereas here there was this great determination to dispose of memories and to live only in the present, as if memory were but a cumbersome baggage.", (p92) ** "Once a role was established in a relationship it was almost impossible to alter." and others which I included below:

** "Guilt is the one burden human beings cannot bear alone." (p112)
** "I want to trespass boundaries, erase all identifications, anything which fixes one permanently into one mould, one place without hope of change." (p116)
** "I feel safest of all when no one knows where I am." (p117)

I did not necessarily agree with the novella's sentiment. It all seemed a farce; a negative representation of what women’s sexual liberation should be (which I personally think I should read more about). Sabina just didn't know what she wanted in the first place. Although society is absolutely more lenient and I'd go as far as saying more expectant and accepting of adulterous men this does not cancel out being more open to, and "accepting", when it's women who commit them. I always believed both sexes should be scorned in the same degree. I hate treachery and adultery due to personal reasons and it disgusts me. But then maybe I was simplifying this all too much. By the end, A Spy in the House of Love cowardly hid itself behind 'love' to elevate itself for the sake of it.

[David · Rating 3 out of 5]

I wouldn't advise reading this if you are working the nightshift in a Siberian coalmine: these are strictly poor-little-rich-girl problems.

But that's not to say that Sabina isn't very unhappy and deserving of our sympathy, and that Nin doesn't write very well.

I just think Mary McCarthy probably did it better: a sense of humour, and characters taking themselves a bit less seriously.

There's no escaping that Sabina's problems could have been solved by either:
a) A job. An early Peggy at Sterling Cooper? Thinking of taglines between the blowjobs would be more healthy than wringing her hands about who she is.
b) A sassy (gay) friend: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sJLvl9...

[Kayley · Rating 5 out of 5]

No one writes like this anymore

[simran · Rating 4 out of 5]

a moonbath sounds rlly good