“I am a reincarnation of a friend you had in other times.”
Remedios Varo is my favorite artist of all time, but it’s so difficult to find books of her artwork (let alone in English!) that I though this collection would be the next best thing. It was not; there are basically no pictures in this entire book and the writing is a little incomprehensible and kind of pointless without that context. The introduction does repeatedly clarify that these are mere fragments from her journals, never intended to have been published, and a lot of them were just that. Varo’s paintings are proof enough of her genius and a collection of her most intimate ramblings was not needed to prove it.
The first section of this collection were letters, which the translator clarifies were never meant to be sent, and just served as writing exercises. One is addressed to a random guy in the phone book, inviting him to a party (Leonora Carrington’s character based on Varo, Carmella Velasquez, does the same thing in The Hearing Trumpet). Varo’s surrealist humor on full display here, making her living room into a solar system or alchemizing a “substance that would soften and reduce to an imperceptible film the skin of peaches, a fruit I like a lot but which upsets my stomach because of its skin” by playing chords on a piano.
After that, there’s a few samples of automatic writing, a first draft of a play, and the funniest part, impossible recipes “to induce erotic dreams” and “to dream you are king of England”. She includes logs of 10 of her own dreams, which ranged from the inscrutable to the terrifying. The part of this book that makes me actually want to keep it are the “Comments by Remedios Varo on some of her paintings,” even though the editor of this book made the bafflingly stupid decision to not include pictures of the paintings themselves, forcing me to look back and forth from the book to Google Images. However, this section was the only part of the book that was of some value to me; it helped me understand Varo’s artistic ethos more, and it’s amazing how she is able to describe what’s happening in such a surreal painting in such plain terms, almost making the reader feel stupid for not getting what’s going on. I wish that this book was instead these comments paired with full-color prints of each painting, such a book would make a gorgeous objet d’art.