Summary of Anaïs Nin s The Diary of Anaïs Nin, 1931–1934
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Please note: This is a companion version & not the original book.
Sample Book Insights:
#1 Louveciennes is a village in France that resembles the one where Madame Bovary lived and died. It is old, untouched, and unchanged by modern life. It has a church dominating a group of small houses, cobblestone streets, and several large properties.
#2 I chose the house for many reasons. I wanted to be a writer who remembered that these moments existed. I wanted to prove that there was infinite space, infinite meaning, and infinite dimension. But I was not always in a state of grace. I had days when the music in my head stopped, and I had to go to Paris to present my book to Edward Titus for publication.
#3 Richard Osborn is a lawyer who is trying to be both a Bohemian and a lawyer for a big firm. He likes to leave his office with money in his pocket and go to Montparnasse. He pays for everyone’s dinner and drinks. When he is drunk, he talks about the novel he is going to write. He gets little sleep and often arrives at his office the next morning with stains and wrinkles on his suit.
#4 I was about to meet Henry Miller, the author, and I was excited. He was warm, joyous, and relaxed. His writing was different from his warm, joyous personality. He was a man who life intoxicates.

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Date de parution 12 mai 2022
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EAN13 9798822507029
Langue English
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Insights on Anaïs Nin's The Diary of Anaïs Nin, 1931–1934
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Insights from Chapter 1



#1

Louveciennes is a village in France that resembles the one where Madame Bovary lived and died. It is old, untouched, and unchanged by modern life. It has a church dominating a group of small houses, cobblestone streets, and several large properties.

#2

I chose the house for many reasons. I wanted to be a writer who remembered that these moments existed. I wanted to prove that there was infinite space, infinite meaning, and infinite dimension. But I was not always in a state of grace. I had days when the music in my head stopped, and I had to go to Paris to present my book to Edward Titus for publication.

#3

Richard Osborn is a lawyer who is trying to be both a Bohemian and a lawyer for a big firm. He likes to leave his office with money in his pocket and go to Montparnasse. He pays for everyone’s dinner and drinks. When he is drunk, he talks about the novel he is going to write. He gets little sleep and often arrives at his office the next morning with stains and wrinkles on his suit.

#4

I was about to meet Henry Miller, the author, and I was excited. He was warm, joyous, and relaxed. His writing was different from his warm, joyous personality. He was a man who life intoxicates.

#5

Miller was full of curiosity, and he spent the entire evening talking about himself. He admitted that he had only come because of Richard's promise of a good dinner. But now he wanted to know the house and its inhabitants.

#6

The two sides of himself showed simultaneously: acceptance and passivity in life, rebellion and anger at whatever happened to him. He endured, and then must avenge himself, probably in his writing.

#7

June and Henry are two different people. June is an irritant who turns away into the uncomplicated worlds he enjoys. Henry is a mythical animal who writes in the uncoordinated way we feel on various levels at once.

#8

I have no hatreds. I have compassion. I am very busy loving. I can’t rave as Henry does against conventional novelists. I don’t care about politics. I ignore it. I elect something I can love and absorb myself in it.

#9

Henry was always curious about the world around him. He had a primitive urge to conquer and understand. He was trapped by what he believed was a duel between reality and illusion. It was difficult to conquer and invade a labyrinth.

#10

I would often meet with Henry to discuss June, and while he was very concerned about her love life, he seemed to overlook the true mystery: why are such secrets necessary to her.

#11

I can see that Henry’s relationship with June was drawn together by his need to expose illusion, and her need to create it. They were drawn together by their desire to be loved.

#12

June is a woman with many secrets. She brings a treasure house of curios to the studio, paintings, statues, with vague stories as to how they had been acquired. She makes use of the soft part of the bread for a napkin.
Insights from Chapter 2



#1

I met June, and she was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. She was also the most insincere person I had ever met. She tried to subdue her feverishness to harmonize with the serenity of the house, but she could not control her endless smoking and her restlessness.

#2

I dreamed of June, not magnificent and overwhelming as she is, but very small and frail. I loved her. I loved a smallness, a vulnerability which I felt was disguised by her inordinate pride. She lacked confidence, and she craved admiration insatiably.

#3

I had understood June perfectly. She only believed in intimacy and proximity, in confessions born in the darkness of a bedroom, in quarrels born of alcohol, and in communions born of exhausting walks through the city. She only read books on travel but she was always alert in the café to catch the appearance of an Abyssinian, a Greek, an Iranian, or a Hindu.

#4

I was immensely moved by the touch of June's hand. She said, The other night at Montparnasse, I was hurt to hear your name mentioned by men like Titus. I don't want to see cheap men crawl into your life. I feel rather protective. I felt close to her and protective of her, and I hated Henry's writing for making us stay aware.

#5

June's nightlife was internal, and it came from her treating every encounter as either intimate or to be forgotten. She had a way of glowing from within her that could appear in totally unexpected places.

#6

I knew that June would be late, and I did not mind. I was there before the hour, waiting for her. I was nervous and excited. I could not believe that she would arrive by those streets, cross such a boulevard, and emerge out of a handful of dark, faceless people.

#7

I want to force June into reality, because she is eluding me. I want to grasp her hands and find out whether this love of woman is real or not. I want to believe her, but at the same time I feel that she is hiding something.

#8

I feel my own self definite, encompassable. I know its boundary lines. I am not just one Anaïs, whole, familiar, and contained. I expand and expand my self. I do not like to be just one Anaïs, whole, familiar, and contained.

#9

I met June the next day at the American Express. I took her to the ladies’ room, where I opened my bag and took out a pair of black stockings. I asked her to put them on. She did. Meanwhile, I opened a bottle of perfume and asked her to smell it. She was overwhelmed and happy.

#10

I loved walking with June through the streets of Paris. We were above the world, above reality, and into pure, pure ecstasy. I loved how she gave me her purity, what no one else had ever given to me before.

#11

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