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O Ano da Morte de Ricardo Reis This book blends magical realism, historical fiction, and literary fiction The title character, Ricardo Reis, a doctor and poet, returns to Lisbon, Portugal, after living in Brazil for sixteen years He stays at a hotel, encounters two women, is questioned by local authorities, and is visited by the spirit of recently deceased poet Fernando Pessoa, an historic figure The year is 1935 to 1936, and the backdrop is the rise of the fascist movement in Europe This is a philosophical novel, filled This book blends magical realism, historical fiction, and literary fiction The title character, Ricardo Reis, a doctor and poet, returns to Lisbon, Portugal, after living in Brazil for sixteen years He stays at a hotel, encounters two women, is questioned by local authorities, and is visited by the spirit of recently deceased poet Fernando Pessoa, an historic figure The year is 1935 to 1936, and the backdrop is the rise of the fascist movement in Europe This is a philosophical novel, filled with musings on life, love, art, literature, politics, religion, history, and death It is character driven and the plot is sparse The protagonist seems to be sleep walking through life, withdrawing into his personal world, avoiding reality He strikes up a relationship with a woman he considers beneath his station and longs for a much younger woman for whom he writes poetry He appears oblivious to the political situation taking place around him, though he reads the papers and recounts the headlines of the day Saramago is a keen observer of human nature He inserts his wit and clever observations about life He speaks directly to the reader, at points even referencing the reading process and preferencesA chambermaid appeared, but it wasn t Lydia Ah, Carlota, light a heater and put it in the lounge Whether such details are indispensable or not for a clear understanding of this narrative is something each of us must judge for himself, and the judgment will vary according to our attention, mood, and temperament There are those who value broad ideas above all, who prefer panoramas and historical frescoes, whereas others appreciate the affinities and contrasts between small brush strokes Saramago s style is not for everyone He employs long paragraphs, stretching over many pages Dialogue is embedded within these paragraphs For me, this type structure is hard on the eyes, as it provides no natural stopping places for reflection and this book requires lots of reflection I have to say though, I found it kept my interest and I learned quite a bit about Portuguese history and literature.Memorable quotesClearly man is trapped in his own labyrinth One reaches a point where there is nothing but hope, and that is when we discover that hope is everything Man, in the final analysis, is an irrational creature There is nothingpointless in this world than regret One cannot resist time, we are within it and accompany it, nothingPoets often begin at the horizon, for that is the shortest path to the heart Truth to tell, I was expecting to fall in love with the guy I mean Ricardo Reis but no, eventually I have turned myself against such a male prototype Sadly, this man appears to have nothing else to do, he sleeps, eats, strolls, and composes poetry line by line with much effort, agonizing over rhyme and meter When I just recall that It all started so nicely, almost softly adorning a picture of an interesting novel hero A grizzled fellow, skin and bones resumes his existence on terra f Truth to tell, I was expecting to fall in love with the guy I mean Ricardo Reis but no, eventually I have turned myself against such a male prototype Sadly, this man appears to have nothing else to do, he sleeps, eats, strolls, and composes poetry line by line with much effort, agonizing over rhyme and meter When I just recall that It all started so nicely, almost softly adorning a picture of an interesting novel hero A grizzled fellow, skin and bones resumes his existence on terra firma Betraying for the first time a slight Brazilian accent reading a book called The God of the Labyrinth by Herbert Quain, attracted to it by the ennui of the voyage and book s evocative title A labyrinth with a god, what god might be, which labyrinth, what labyrinthine god So, it happened that I was much curious and anxious same as the policeman in the novel to get adetailed acquaintance with this Portuguese doctor poet, too who was earning a good living in Brazil, who returned after sixteen years in his native land of Lisbon, Portugal, who has been living in a hotel for two months and he does not work how can one allow oneself such luxury nowadays , although he used to coquettish with the idea of resuming his practice But Ricardo Reis, serious by nature, often felt a repressed Dionysian turmoil stirring within Only the fear of his own body prevented him from throwing himself into wild frenzy such for example the Carnival on the streets of Lisbon , as we never know how such things will end Especially when we talk about samba, the samba, that tremor in one s soul Ha.I wished there had beendialogues and or monologues with by Fernando Pessoa To my ever constant, slightly growing regret during the course of reading there is just a bit of what I expected and wished for, and it could never satisfy any recurrent hunger especially on such themes as elaborated by Fernando Pessoa However, there is a very big plus after finishing the novel I felt there are too many gaps or voids to fill in to my mental self so I just have to get back with re reading him I have actually started immediately and opening my favorite so far The Book of Disquiet I dived exactly on the page where the poet described what Freedom should stand for and I agree Two words about the poet s Fernando Pessoa earthly passage For him two words suffice, or none Indeed, silence would be preferable, the silence that already enshrouds both him and us and which is in keeping with his temperament, for what is close to God is close to him Yet those who were his peers in extolling beauty should not, could not have allowed him to descend into earth, or rather ascend to the final horizons of Eternity without voicing their protest, calm yet aggrieved at this departure, the companions of Orpheus,brothers than companions, who pursued the same ideal of beauty, they could not, I repeat, abandon him in this final resting place without having showered his gentle death with the white lilies of silence and suffering We mourn the man whom death takes from us, and the loss of his miraculous talent and the grace of his human presence, but only the man do we mourn, for destiny endowed his spirit and creative powers with a mysterious beauty that cannot perish The rest belongs to the genius of Fernando Pessoa Come now, come now, exceptions can fortunately still be found to the normal rules of life Since the time of Hamlet we have been going around saying, The rest is silence, in the end it s genius that takes care of the rest, and if this genius can do it, perhaps another genius can too.In one word few actually , I feel this novel is like a long and lovely prose ode of the lonely There are hundreds of sentences, huge blocks of texts, where anti hero Ricardo Reis is utterly companionless by his own nature, self, caprice or forcefully, and, eventually, solitude weighs on him like night, and the night devours him like bait Ricardo Reis is ready to leave He has no one waiting for him The sensible thing would be to stay at home He has papers to arrange, books waiting to be read, and decisions to make, what kind of future does he want, what kind of job, where can he find the motivation to live and work, the reason Ricardo Reis returned to his room, thought perhaps he should make the bed before going out, he must not allow himself to become lax in his habits, but it was hardly worth the effort, he was not expecting visitors, so he settled in the chair where Fernando Pessoa had spent the night, crossed his legs as he had seen him do, clasped his hands on his knee, and tried to imagine himself dead, to contemplate the empty bed with the lifeless eyes of a statue But there was a vein throbbing in his left temple, and the left eyelid twitched I am alive, he murmured, then in a loud, sonorous voice he repeated, I am alive, and since there was no one there to contradict him, he was convinced He rummages at the desk, through the manuscripts of his poems He reads at random and asks himself if he is their author, for he does not recognize himself in what is written, in this detached, calm, resigned person, almost godlike, for that is how gods are, composed as they assist the dead Vaguely he muses, he must organize his life, his time, decide how he will spend his mornings, afternoons, and evenings, get to bed early and rise early, find one or two restaurants that serve simple, wholesome meals, and he must reread and revise his poems.Oddly, as it often happens, we take the first two steps because we are daydreaming or distracted and then have no choice but to take the third step, even when we know that it is wrong or ridiculous Ha True enough because Man, in the final analysis, is an irrational creature Nonetheless, in the same line of conclusion, should never forget that Man must always make an effort, so that he may deserve to be called man, but he is much less master of his own person and destiny than he imagines Time, not his time, will make him prosper or decline, sometimes for different merits, or because they are judged differently What will you be when you discover it is night and you find yourself at the end of the road Deep Inside LisbonHow is it possible to combine Kafka, Proust, and Borges to create something entirely unique and compelling Only Saramago knows for sure With him Portugal is the home of Everyman who copes with the quotidian as well as the bizarre with panache and fortitude As an incidental benefit, Ricardo Reis also provides a synopsis of Iberian literary history as well as an interesting travelogue of Lisbon Read this with Google Earth at hand as he takes you round Baixa and Rossio. The only difference between life and death is that the living still have time, but the time to say that one word, to make that one gesture, is running out for them What gesture, what word, I don t know, a man dies from not having said it, from not having made it, that is what he dies of, not from sickness, and that is why, when dead, he finds it so difficult to accept death My dear Fernando Pessoa, you re reading things upside down My dear Ricardo Reis, I can no longer read Improbable on two The only difference between life and death is that the living still have time, but the time to say that one word, to make that one gesture, is running out for them What gesture, what word, I don t know, a man dies from not having said it, from not having made it, that is what he dies of, not from sickness, and that is why, when dead, he finds it so difficult to accept death My dear Fernando Pessoa, you re reading things upside down My dear Ricardo Reis, I can no longer read Improbable on two counts, this conversation is reported as if it actually took place There was no other way of making it sound plausible Jos Saramago Sometimes Silence is enshrouded in such disquiet that unheard voices have the loudest sound Their echoes continue to haunt generations to come long after the voices have themselves ceased to exist Among those haunted, there remain a few whose sojourn in the land of unheard is deliberately prolonged Perhaps what haunts them is the echo of their own thoughts, sometimes resulting in a laborious love affair with words which benefits the readers like us in a twofold manner Interestingly, even if those words, at a glance seem mundane, they carry with them such traces which make you feel nostalgic for that Silence you savored in the first place This is how I can describe my reading experience of this work by Saramago featuring Fernando Pessoa Pessoa s The Book of Disquiet left a profound impression upon me and the knowledge of his creation of heteronyms around 80 intrigued me evenTo be able to create such heteronyms and then to ascribe different personality traits and writing style to them, is a marvelous feat in my opinion, especially since it demonstrates the enormity of an otherwise trivial human existence And this idea is what is precisely achieved by Saramago through his writing in this work He creates a piece which befits his style and his personality, written in a manner quite ordinary as demonstrated by the thoughts and life of Ricardo Reis, a heteronym of Pessoa, in this work yet it captures the immensity of a banal existence so beautifully that it makes you achefor the masterWe mourn the man whom death takes from us, and the loss of his miraculous talent and the grace of his human presence, but only the man do we mourn, for destiny endowed his spirit and creative powers with a mysterious beauty that cannot perish The rest belongs to the genius of Fernando Pessoa It seems Saramago was enchanted not only by the creative power of Pessoa but also by his life, his everyday life That is why he casts Ricardo Reis, a heteronym of Pessoa, as the central character here and offers us a glimpse into the master s mind as he carefully constructs the character of a sluggish and estranged Reis, these traits being also associated with Pessoa during his lifetime His deftness in using magical realism shines forth as he juxtaposes Reis and Pessoa in the novel Reis comes to Lisbon after the death of Pessoa and visits his grave He is then visited by the ghost of Pessoa and the two engage in conversations whenever they meet The conversations are cerebral at times which only seems to suggest the kind of struggle Pessoa, who mostly remained solitary, went through during his lifetimeIf I accept sleep, it s to be able to dream, To dream is to be absent, to be on the other side, But life has two sides, Pessoa, at least two, we can only reach the other side through dreams, you say this to a dead man, who can tell you from his own experience that on the other side of life there is only death Well I don t know what death is, but I am not convinced that it is this other side of life we are discussing, because death, in my opinion, limits itself to being Death is, it does not exist, it is Are being and existing not the same thing then, No, my dear Reis, being and existing are not the same thing, and not simply because we have these two different words at our disposal, on the contrary it is because they are not the same thing that we have these two words and make use of them Being and existing are not the same things Sometimes we just exist, as life exists but without being aware of this existence We stride through life as in a dream, languid and aloof Sometimes we struggle to be on the other side, to feel intensely and make out some meaning, to seek answers and to elevate And perhaps these are the two sides of life which are indispensable, which are necessary to navigate through this world I am still not sure why Saramago named this work as The Year of the death of Ricardo Reis , maybe I am looking for too much, may be this way he pays his tribute to the master, by saying all those words that Pessoa didn t in his lifetime and thus finally letting him rest in peace There are certain writers, and Saramago is clearly one of them, whose voice is so well defined we can recognise it within a few words Even his less successful Novels are intensely pleasurable for me to read, simply because I love spending time in the presence of his voice as translated by the wonderful Giovanni Pontiero of course And here, in this text, we open the first page and read as followsHere the sea ends and the earth begins It is raining over the colourless city The waters of th There are certain writers, and Saramago is clearly one of them, whose voice is so well defined we can recognise it within a few words Even his less successful Novels are intensely pleasurable for me to read, simply because I love spending time in the presence of his voice as translated by the wonderful Giovanni Pontiero of course And here, in this text, we open the first page and read as followsHere the sea ends and the earth begins It is raining over the colourless city The waters of the river are polluted with mud, the riverbanks flooded A dark vessel, the Highland Brigade, ascends the sombre river and is about to anchor at the quay of Alc ntara The steamer is English and belongs to the Royal Mail Line She crosses the Atlantic between London and Buenos Aires like a weaving shuttle on the highways of the sea, backward and forward, always calling at the same ports, La Plata, Montevideo, Santos, Rio de Janeiro, Pernambuco, Las Palmas, in this order or vice versa, and unless she is shipwrecked, the steamer will also call at Vigo and Boulogne sur Mer before finally entering the Thames just as she is now entering the Tagus, and one does not ask which is the greater river, which the greater town There is so much to love in this paragraph alone all those illimitable e s in the first sentence, the melancholic suggestiveness of the rain, the dark vessel, the sombre river The foreshadowing of the Eternal Return in the repetitious journey of the steamer I don t know For me, such a paragraph is enough to inspire trust and guarantee a committed reading.There were a few of his novels that were fighting for a place in my Most Elite shelf Worshiped and Adored being the most accurate description of my feelings for these texts , this one won out partly, I think, because it is woven tight to Pessoa, another of my literary loves though I don t think knowledge of his work is a prerequisite for reading this novel.Regardless, I shall end with a quote from Reis himselfNumberless live in us I think or feel, ignorantOf who is thinking or feeling.I am only the place whereSomeone feels or thinks I havethan one soul.There areI s than I.Even so I existIndifferent to them all.I silence them I speak Crossed impulses of thatWhich I feel or do not feelDispute in who I am.I ignore them They dictate nothingTo whom I know I am I writeRicardo Reis Pessoa A haunting novel inways than one With its Borgesian and Joycean echoes, this surrealist and symbolic novel pays homage to the poetry of Fernando Pessoa, as well as being an ambulatory paean to the city of Lisbon.Our narrator s eponymous protagonist, Ricardo Reis, has returned to Portugal at the time of political turmoil and instability throughout Europe in the 1930s Here, among the boulevards and alleyways of the city, he is visited 12 times by the spirit of his alter ego Pessoa, holdi A haunting novel inways than one With its Borgesian and Joycean echoes, this surrealist and symbolic novel pays homage to the poetry of Fernando Pessoa, as well as being an ambulatory paean to the city of Lisbon.Our narrator s eponymous protagonist, Ricardo Reis, has returned to Portugal at the time of political turmoil and instability throughout Europe in the 1930s Here, among the boulevards and alleyways of the city, he is visited 12 times by the spirit of his alter ego Pessoa, holding conversations which reflect the poet s philosophical musings Saramago s use of the present tense gives immediacy and intimacy to the narration, closely drawing the reader into each minutely described scene, so that we feel like companions The classically formal style suits the strangely detached meditations of Reis Pessoa, which evoke the ghostly passivity of the pre war populace suggesting the blurred distinction between the living and the dead which Saramago implies throughout the novel.This is my first venture into Portuguese literature, but it won t be my last Modern and idiosyncratic My second Saramago More to come The hero, the heroine and the ghost seem to dissolve into history at the end. Every time I read a book by Saramago I feel sad because he is no longer among us, to delight us with his writing, and that feels terrible I felt this oncewhile reading this book, and I think I will feel it when I read the books I haven t read yet.Having said this, I had a wonderful time reading this book Basically it tells what happens when Ricardo Reis, one of Fernando Pessoa s heteronyms, returns to Lisbon after sixteen years living in Brazil There is a revolution in that country, Rei Every time I read a book by Saramago I feel sad because he is no longer among us, to delight us with his writing, and that feels terrible I felt this oncewhile reading this book, and I think I will feel it when I read the books I haven t read yet.Having said this, I had a wonderful time reading this book Basically it tells what happens when Ricardo Reis, one of Fernando Pessoa s heteronyms, returns to Lisbon after sixteen years living in Brazil There is a revolution in that country, Reis learns that Pessoa has died, and he makes up his mind to return to Portugal And finds that many things have change, only in his country but also in Europe In the first months, Reis lives in a hotel and starts an affairs with a chambermaid called L dia There, he also meets Marcenda, a young lady from Coimbra, who suffers a mysterious condition that has paralyzed her left arm Reis is a medical doctor but in is first times in Lisbon he does not practice Instead, he walks around the city, reads the papers, and he s visited by Fernando Pessoa, who, despite being dead, is capable of visiting Reis he offers a very interesting theory on this.After leaving the hotel, Reis finds a house to live and he even finds a job as a substitute doctor But most of his time is spent walking around and learning the news, both national and international, throught the reading of the newspapers And thus, we now how the life went in the Portugal of the mid thirties, and in the world.Another great book 251 O Ano da Morte de Ricardo Reis The Year of the Death of Ricardo Reis, Jos SaramagoThe Year of the Death of Ricardo Reis is a 1984 novel by Portuguese novelist Jos Saramago, the winner of the 1998 Nobel Prize in literature It tells the story of the final year in the life of the title character, Ricardo Reis, one of the many heteronyms used by the Portuguese writer Fernando Pessoa In the novel, Ricardo Reis returns to Lisbon from Brazil, upon receiving word of Pessoa s death While ther 251 O Ano da Morte de Ricardo Reis The Year of the Death of Ricardo Reis, Jos SaramagoThe Year of the Death of Ricardo Reis is a 1984 novel by Portuguese novelist Jos Saramago, the winner of the 1998 Nobel Prize in literature It tells the story of the final year in the life of the title character, Ricardo Reis, one of the many heteronyms used by the Portuguese writer Fernando Pessoa In the novel, Ricardo Reis returns to Lisbon from Brazil, upon receiving word of Pessoa s death While there, he chooses not to resume his 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About the Author: José Saramago

Jos Saramago is one of the most important international writers of the last hundred years Born in Portugal in 1922, he was in his sixties when he came to prominence as a writer with the publication of Baltasar and Blimunda A huge body of work followed, translated intothan forty languages, and in 1998 he was awarded the Nobel Prize in Literature Saramago died in June 2010.


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