{"id":18900,"date":"2015-08-26T13:43:46","date_gmt":"2015-08-26T18:43:46","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/richardbarron.net\/giantmuh\/?p=18900"},"modified":"2015-08-26T13:45:26","modified_gmt":"2015-08-26T18:45:26","slug":"anais-nin-and-me","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/richardbarron.net\/giantmuh\/2015\/08\/26\/anais-nin-and-me\/","title":{"rendered":"Ana\u00efs Nin and Me"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>I have always been fascinated by authors who kept journals, and even mores by authors whose fame rested on those journals. I&#8217;m sure my own journals were the main reason for this.<\/p>\n<figure id=\"attachment_18917\" aria-describedby=\"caption-attachment-18917\" style=\"width: 223px\" class=\"wp-caption alignleft\"><a href=\"http:\/\/richardbarron.net\/giantmuh\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/08\/books-journals-01.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"size-medium wp-image-18917\" src=\"http:\/\/richardbarron.net\/giantmuh\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/08\/books-journals-01-223x300.jpg\" alt=\"Among my favorite books have always been journals, from Marcus Aurelius to William S. Burroughs.\" width=\"223\" height=\"300\" srcset=\"https:\/\/richardbarron.net\/giantmuh\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/08\/books-journals-01-223x300.jpg 223w, https:\/\/richardbarron.net\/giantmuh\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/08\/books-journals-01-482x648.jpg 482w, https:\/\/richardbarron.net\/giantmuh\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/08\/books-journals-01.jpg 648w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 223px) 100vw, 223px\" \/><\/a><figcaption id=\"caption-attachment-18917\" class=\"wp-caption-text\">Among my favorite books have always been journals, from Marcus Aurelius to William S. Burroughs.<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n<p>I read the works and the biographies of many\u00a0journal writers, including Sylvia Plath, Albert Camus, Anne Sexton, and Franz Kafka. But no one captured my sense of curiosity like <a href=\"https:\/\/en.wikipedia.org\/wiki\/Ana\u00efs_Nin\">Ana\u00efs Nin<\/a>.<\/p>\n<p>I read her journals during a very happy, healthy time in my life, and while she was certainly far from emotionally healthy, she was always emotionally <em>interesting<\/em>. Her Bohemian lifestyle and her relationships with men like Otto Rank and Henry Miller made her existence, and her words, charged with complexity. In my thoughts, I wondered what it would be like to be in Paris in the 1930s with these people, whose lives were filled with passion for everything; writing, socializing, sex, deep discussion, and so on. I imagined myself on a street corner or at a caf\u00e9 arguing over espresso with\u00a0authors and painters and dancers and musicians.<\/p>\n<p>I never read anything by Henry Miller I didn&#8217;t like. The same is true for Albert Camus, who I consider my favorite author of all time. Franz Kafka, on the other hand, sometimes takes things too far, and his writing can drag me down with it.<\/p>\n<p>Of course, I also thought it would be wicked cool to have been part of Jack Kerouac&#8217;s passel of writers and thinkers, always outside the box, always a little misunderstood, but always creative.<\/p>\n<p>But back to Ana\u00efs. I don&#8217;t know exactly why I connected with her journals so well, except to say that they spoke to me. She was a mess, and I found my own writing to be a bit too orderly, a bit too controlled, so\u00a0I admired her chaos, and strove for it unsuccessfully. I read her biography and some of her fiction, but none of it spoke to me like her journals.<\/p>\n<p>If you get a chance to read them, in their modern, unexpurgated form, the journals of Ana\u00efs Nin might be worth your time.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I have always been fascinated by authors who kept journals, and even mores by authors whose fame rested on those journals. I&#8217;m sure my own journals were the main reason for this. I read the works and the biographies of many\u00a0journal writers, including Sylvia Plath, Albert Camus, Anne Sexton, and Franz Kafka. But no one&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-18900","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/richardbarron.net\/giantmuh\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/18900","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/richardbarron.net\/giantmuh\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/richardbarron.net\/giantmuh\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/richardbarron.net\/giantmuh\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/richardbarron.net\/giantmuh\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=18900"}],"version-history":[{"count":16,"href":"https:\/\/richardbarron.net\/giantmuh\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/18900\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":18921,"href":"https:\/\/richardbarron.net\/giantmuh\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/18900\/revisions\/18921"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/richardbarron.net\/giantmuh\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=18900"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/richardbarron.net\/giantmuh\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=18900"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/richardbarron.net\/giantmuh\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=18900"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}