Michael Cunningham'ın "the Hours" romanı benim Virginia Woolf'a ve hayata bakışımı çok derinden etkiledi. Bi kaç yıl önce, önce filmi izledim ve çok etkilendim ardından kitabı okudum daha da etkilendim.
Filmde en etkileyici karakter Virginia Woolf'tu ama kitapta daha çok Laura karakterini sevmiştim. Onun sıkışmışlığı...Evliliğinde yaşadığı boğulma hissiyle özdeşleşmiştim. Ortada herhangi bir sorun yok gibi görünür çoğunlukla ama içten içe bir bunalım vardır. Üstü örtülen, göz ardı edilen bir yığın sorunlar toplamıyız aslında.
the Hours'daki Laura karakterinin bir farklı versiyonu bence Running with Scissors'daki Deirdre karakteridir. Benzer soruna daha farklı bir tepki ile yakşalaşan daha marjinal bir formda...
Kitaptan alıntılanacak sayfalarca not çıkar ama bazıları:
"What a thrill, what a shock, to be alive on a morning in June, prosperous, almost scandalously privileged, with a simple errand to run."
"We live our lives, do whatever we do, and then we sleep. It's as simple and ordinary as that. A few jump out windows, or drown themselves, or take pills; more die by accident; and most of us are slowly devoured by some disease, or, if we're very fortunate, by time itself.
There's just this for consolation: an hour... See More here or there when our lives seem, against all odds & expectations, to burst open & give us everything we've ever imagined, though everyone but children (and perhaps even they) know these hours will inevitably be followed by others, far darker and more difficult.
Still, we cherish the city, the morning, we hope, more than anything for more. Heaven only knows why we love it so."
"It had seemed like the beginning of happiness, and Clarissa is still sometimes shocked, more than thirty years later, to realize that it was happiness; that the entire experience lay in a kiss and a walk, the anticipation of dinner and a book...What lives undimmed in Clarissa's mind more than three decades later is a kiss at dusk on a patch of dead grass, and a walk around a pond as mosquitoes droned in the darkening air. There is still that singular perfection, and it's perfect in part because it seemed, at the time, so clearly to promise more. Now she knows: That was the moment, right then. There has been no other."
Filmde en etkileyici karakter Virginia Woolf'tu ama kitapta daha çok Laura karakterini sevmiştim. Onun sıkışmışlığı...Evliliğinde yaşadığı boğulma hissiyle özdeşleşmiştim. Ortada herhangi bir sorun yok gibi görünür çoğunlukla ama içten içe bir bunalım vardır. Üstü örtülen, göz ardı edilen bir yığın sorunlar toplamıyız aslında.
the Hours'daki Laura karakterinin bir farklı versiyonu bence Running with Scissors'daki Deirdre karakteridir. Benzer soruna daha farklı bir tepki ile yakşalaşan daha marjinal bir formda...
Kitaptan alıntılanacak sayfalarca not çıkar ama bazıları:
"What a thrill, what a shock, to be alive on a morning in June, prosperous, almost scandalously privileged, with a simple errand to run."
"We live our lives, do whatever we do, and then we sleep. It's as simple and ordinary as that. A few jump out windows, or drown themselves, or take pills; more die by accident; and most of us are slowly devoured by some disease, or, if we're very fortunate, by time itself.
There's just this for consolation: an hour... See More here or there when our lives seem, against all odds & expectations, to burst open & give us everything we've ever imagined, though everyone but children (and perhaps even they) know these hours will inevitably be followed by others, far darker and more difficult.
Still, we cherish the city, the morning, we hope, more than anything for more. Heaven only knows why we love it so."
"It had seemed like the beginning of happiness, and Clarissa is still sometimes shocked, more than thirty years later, to realize that it was happiness; that the entire experience lay in a kiss and a walk, the anticipation of dinner and a book...What lives undimmed in Clarissa's mind more than three decades later is a kiss at dusk on a patch of dead grass, and a walk around a pond as mosquitoes droned in the darkening air. There is still that singular perfection, and it's perfect in part because it seemed, at the time, so clearly to promise more. Now she knows: That was the moment, right then. There has been no other."
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