Artículos relacionados a When I Am Playing with My Cat, How Do I Know That She...
When I Am Playing with My Cat, How Do I Know That She Is Not Playing with Me?: Montaigne and Being in Touch with Life - Tapa blanda
Sinopsis
A celebration of Montaigne, the most enjoyable and yet profound of all Renaissance writers.
In the year 1570, at the age of thirty-seven, Michel de Montaigne gave up his job as a magistrate and retired to his château to brood on the deaths of his best friend, his father, his brother, and his firstborn child. But finding his mind agitated, rather than settled, by idleness, Montaigne began to write, giving birth to the Essays—a series of reflections on life in all its profundity and triviality. And, gradually, over the course of his writing, Montaigne turned from a philosophy of death to a philosophy of life, finding consolation in the most unlikely places—the touch of a hand, the smell of his doublet, the flavor of his wine, and the playfulness of his cat.
"Sinopsis" puede pertenecer a otra edición de este libro.
Acerca del autor
Saul Frampton studied English and philosophy at the University of East Anglia, wrote a doctorate on Renaissance literature at Oxford, and was a research fellow at Cambridge. He lives in Hove on the Sussex coast.
Fragmento. © Reproducción autorizada. Todos los derechos reservados.
Sometime towards the end of the sixteenth century, Michel Eyquem, Seigneur de Montaigne, reached up to the ceiling of his library and scratched off an inscription he had placed there some years before. His library was on the third floor of a round tower standing on a corner of the noble house of Montaigne in Périgord. From his windows he could see into his garden, his courtyard, his vineyards, and into most parts of his house. The house stood on a hill a few miles north of the Dordogne, some thirty miles east of Bordeaux.
Circling Montaigne were his books, a thousand of them, arranged on five shelves on all sides. Through them he leafed ‘without order, without plan’, getting up from his chair to stroll around the room, sixteen paces in diameter, giving him a circular walk of about fifty paces in circumference. Above his head, classical and biblical quotations curled across the joists and beams of his ceiling, like vines round the branches of a tree.
The inscription Montaigne erased was a line from the Roman poet Lucretius: Nec nova vivendo procuditur ulla voluptas – There is no new pleasure to be gained by living longer. It was a sentiment he had previously held dear to. Like most thinkers of his time, Montaigne followed a Christian and a Stoic philosophy, where life was seen as preparation for the afterlife and the task of philosophy was to harden oneself against the vicissitudes of fortune. And of misfortune, Montaigne had experience at close hand. His first-born daughter had died at the age of only two months (the first of five to die in infancy). His younger brother had been killed, absurdly, tragically, by a blow from a tennis ball. His best friend, Etienne de La Boétie, had died of the plague in his early thirties. And his father, whom he adored, had recently suffered a prolonged and agonizing death from a kidney stone. Moreover, violent religious warfare was spreading across the country, setting light to Montaigne’s region, pitting Catholic against Protestant, father against son, massacre against murder.
And so in a Latin inscription he had made on the wall of his library after resigning from his job as a magistrate and retiring to his house, Montaigne had declared his intention to hide himself away, and crawl unburthened towards death:
In the year of Christ 1571, aged thirty-eight, on the eve of the beginning of March, his birthday, Michel de Montaigne, worn out with the slavery of the court and of public service, and whilst still intact, retires to the bosom of the learned Muses, where in peace and security he hopes, if fate allows him, to pass what may be left of his life already more than half spent, consecrating this ancestral dwelling and sweet retreat to his liberty, tranquillity and repose.
The choice of his birthday expressed a melancholy fatalism: that this was the beginning of his cessation. And so Montaigne, soon to be pained with the illness that had killed his father, had retired to this round tower, to this third-floor room, to pass away, undisturbed, the little that ‘may be left of his life’.
***
Montaigne is now renowned as the author of the Essays, perhaps, alongside the plays of Shakespeare and Don Quixote, one of the most important literary works of the Renaissance. In it he attempts to essayer or ‘test’ an amazing variety of topics, ranging from warfare to idleness, from drunkenness to thumbs. Begun a couple of years after Montaigne’s retirement, yet continually added to over the twenty years up to his death, the Essays represent an amazing compendium of Renaissance beliefs and attitudes.
But Montaigne’s erasing of the words of Lucretius from the ceiling of his library also marks an amazing reversal in Montaigne’s outlook over the course of his writing – a shift from a philosophy of death to a philosophy of life.
Deeply influenced by the death of his father and the steadfastly stoical death of his friend La Boétie, Montaigne had initially retired with death uppermost on his mind: ‘To Philosophize is to Learn to Die,’ as he declares in the title of one of his first essays. But over the course of his writing, Montaigne turns his back on this pessimism and embraces a new philosophy, in which it is ‘living happily, not . . . dying happily, that is the source of human happiness’. Like James Stewart’s character in It’s A Wonderful Life, Montaigne begins to reject despair and feel the texture of the simple fabric of existence. And, with this, his essays grow from simple distractions into a way of replaying, rewinding, and reliving his life as he lives it: ‘I want to increase it in weight; I want to arrest the speed of its flight by the speed with which I seize it . . . The shorter my possession of life, the more deeply and fully I must make use of it.’
And Montaigne’s writing overflows with life. In over a hundred essays and around half a million words he records every thought, every taste and sensation that crosses his mind. He writes essays on sleep and on sadness, on smells and friendship, on children and sex and death. And, as a final testament, he writes an essay on experience, in which he contemplates the wonder of human existence itself.
And in the text of the Essays and his Travel Journal (recounting his trip to Italy), Montaigne explores the pains, paradoxes and pleasures of being. He asks whether you should jump or duck at the bang of an arquebus, or whether to stand still or run at the enemy. He tells how Plato says you shouldn’t drink before you are eighteen, should drink moderately until forty, but after then get drunk as often as possible. He notes the beauty of the prostitutes of Florence (‘nothing special’) and the Italians’ love of large breasts. He loses his wallet; he pokes himself in the eye. He goes sledging down Mont Cenis. He goes to Pisa and meets the learned Doctor Burro, who presents him with a book on the ebb and flow of the sea.
Yet amidst these infinite interests there remains a heart to Montaigne’s enquiry: his own experience of himself. For Montaigne stands at the watershed of the two great intellectual movements of the past millennium: the darkened vaulting of medieval Christendom and the monstrous progeny of seventeenth-century science. In both of these, everyday life is, in a sense, relegated: in science into mechanism and matter; in religion into transitoriness and sin. Montaigne is like a man standing on a platform, waiting between these two trains. Yet during this silence, in the space of perhaps a few decades around the end of the sixteenth century, life begins to unfurl. For what Montaigne discovers is the power of the ordinary and the unremarkable, the value of the here-and-now. And central to this is the idea that each and every one of us – and he takes himself as the primary example – has a particular way of viewing the world. He says that he sees himself as ‘a very ordinary person, except in this regard, that I consider myself so’.
Montaigne’s writing could thus be said to be the first sustained representation of human consciousness in Western literature. This is not to say that people had been unconscious in the periods before, or that accounts of individual lives had not been written, such as by Augustine or Abelard. But no one had paid such attention to the actual experience of living, or seen life as providing a moral lesson – in justifying political and religious tolerance and providing a reason to continue to live. The Christian Stoicism of the sixteenth century saw the body and the senses as something to overcome, something which we should become indifferent to, and life as something that could be easily relinquished, provided the moral and theological price was right. But Montaigne rejects this indifference and over the course of his essays finds the reason for living in the very experience of living itself. He ponders the odour of his doublet, the itching in his ear. He savours the wine and the water of the towns he visits (‘smell of sulphur, a little saltiness’). He thinks that parasols burden the arm more than they relieve his head and notes the outcome of various enemas – ‘farted endlessly’. He tickles himself. He dreams that he dreams. He even has himself awoken from sleep, ‘so that I might gain a glimpse of it’.
For Montaigne, life is to be lived actively and not passively, a vitality that led even nietzsche – not one to hand out compliments – to proclaim: ‘That such a man wrote has truly augmented the joy of living on this earth . . . If I were set the task, I could endeavour to make myself at home in the world with him.’
"Sobre este título" puede pertenecer a otra edición de este libro.
- EditorialRandom House LCC US
- Año de publicación2012
- ISBN 10 0307278654
- ISBN 13 9780307278654
- EncuadernaciónTapa blanda
- IdiomaInglés
- Número de páginas300
- Contacto del fabricanteno disponible
EUR 8,56
EUR 4,64 gastos de envío desde Estados Unidos de America a España
Destinos, gastos y plazos de envíoComprar nuevo
Ver este artículo
EUR 20,03
EUR 11,01 gastos de envío desde Estados Unidos de America a España
Destinos, gastos y plazos de envíoOtras ediciones populares con el mismo título
Resultados de la búsqueda para When I Am Playing with My Cat, How Do I Know That She...
Imagen de archivo
When I Am Playing with My Cat, How Do I Know That She Is Not Playing with Me?: Montaigne and Being in Touch with Life
Publicado por
Knopf Doubleday Publishing Group, 2012
ISBN 10: 0307278654
ISBN 13: 9780307278654
Antiguo o usado
Paperback
Librería: ThriftBooks-Atlanta, AUSTELL, GA, Estados Unidos de America
Calificación del vendedor: 5 de 5 estrellas
Paperback. Condición: As New. No Jacket. Pages are clean and are not marred by notes or folds of any kind. ~ ThriftBooks: Read More, Spend Less 0.7. Nº de ref. del artículo: G0307278654I2N00
Cantidad disponible: 1 disponibles
Imagen de archivo
When I Am Playing with My Cat, How Do I Know That She Is Not Playing with Me?: Montaigne and Being in Touch with Life
Librería: ThriftBooks-Atlanta, AUSTELL, GA, Estados Unidos de America
Calificación del vendedor: 5 de 5 estrellas
Paperback. Condición: Very Good. No Jacket. Former library book; May have limited writing in cover pages. Pages are unmarked. ~ ThriftBooks: Read More, Spend Less 0.7. Nº de ref. del artículo: G0307278654I4N10
Cantidad disponible: 1 disponibles
Imagen de archivo
When I Am Playing with My Cat, How Do I Know That She Is Not Playing with Me?: Montaigne and Being in Touch with Life
Publicado por
Knopf Doubleday Publishing Group, 2012
ISBN 10: 0307278654
ISBN 13: 9780307278654
Antiguo o usado
Paperback
Librería: ThriftBooks-Atlanta, AUSTELL, GA, Estados Unidos de America
Calificación del vendedor: 5 de 5 estrellas
Paperback. Condición: Good. No Jacket. Pages can have notes/highlighting. Spine may show signs of wear. ~ ThriftBooks: Read More, Spend Less 0.7. Nº de ref. del artículo: G0307278654I3N00
Cantidad disponible: 1 disponibles
Imagen de archivo
When I Am Playing with My Cat, How Do I Know That She Is Not Playing with Me?: Montaigne and Being in Touch with Life
Librería: Roundabout Books, Greenfield, MA, Estados Unidos de America
Calificación del vendedor: 4 de 5 estrellas
Paperback. Condición: Very Good. Clean, unmarked copy with some edge wear. Good binding. Dust jacket included if issued with one. We ship in recyclable American-made mailers. 100% money-back guarantee on all orders. Nº de ref. del artículo: 1489346
Cantidad disponible: 1 disponibles
Imagen de archivo
When I Am Playing with My Cat, How Do I Know That She Is Not Playing with Me? : Montaigne and Being in Touch with Life
Publicado por
Knopf Doubleday Publishing Group, 2012
ISBN 10: 0307278654
ISBN 13: 9780307278654
Antiguo o usado
Tapa blanda
Librería: Better World Books, Mishawaka, IN, Estados Unidos de America
Calificación del vendedor: 5 de 5 estrellas
Condición: Good. Used book that is in clean, average condition without any missing pages. Nº de ref. del artículo: 6120137-6
Cantidad disponible: 2 disponibles
Imagen de archivo
WHEN I AM PLAYING WITH MY CAT, HOW DO I KNOW THAT SHE IS NOT PLAYING WITH ME? : MONTAIGNE AND BEING IN TOUCH WITH LIFE
Librería: Magers and Quinn Booksellers, Minneapolis, MN, Estados Unidos de America
Calificación del vendedor: 5 de 5 estrellas
paperback. Condición: Very Good. May have light to moderate shelf wear and/or a remainder mark. Complete. Clean pages. Nº de ref. del artículo: 1320215
Cantidad disponible: 1 disponibles
Imagen del vendedor
When I Am Playing with My Cat, How Do I Know That She Is Not Playing with Me?: Montaigne and Being in Touch with Life (Paperback or Softback)
Publicado por
Vintage Books 4/17/2012, 2012
ISBN 10: 0307278654
ISBN 13: 9780307278654
Nuevo
Paperback or Softback
Librería: BargainBookStores, Grand Rapids, MI, Estados Unidos de America
Calificación del vendedor: 5 de 5 estrellas
Paperback or Softback. Condición: New. When I Am Playing with My Cat, How Do I Know That She Is Not Playing with Me?: Montaigne and Being in Touch with Life 0.66. Book. Nº de ref. del artículo: BBS-9780307278654
Cantidad disponible: 5 disponibles
Imagen del vendedor
When I Am Playing With My Cat, How Do I Know That She Is Not Playing With Me? : Montaigne and Being in Touch With Life
Publicado por
Knopf Doubleday Publishing Group, 2012
ISBN 10: 0307278654
ISBN 13: 9780307278654
Antiguo o usado
Tapa blanda
Librería: GreatBookPrices, Columbia, MD, Estados Unidos de America
Calificación del vendedor: 5 de 5 estrellas
Condición: good. May show signs of wear, highlighting, writing, and previous use. This item may be a former library book with typical markings. No guarantee on products that contain supplements Your satisfaction is 100% guaranteed. Twenty-five year bookseller with shipments to over fifty million happy customers. Nº de ref. del artículo: 16688671-5
Cantidad disponible: 4 disponibles
Imagen del vendedor
When I Am Playing With My Cat, How Do I Know That She Is Not Playing With Me? : Montaigne and Being in Touch With Life
Publicado por
Knopf Doubleday Publishing Group, 2012
ISBN 10: 0307278654
ISBN 13: 9780307278654
Antiguo o usado
Tapa blanda
Librería: GreatBookPricesUK, Woodford Green, Reino Unido
Calificación del vendedor: 5 de 5 estrellas
Condición: good. May show signs of wear, highlighting, writing, and previous use. This item may be a former library book with typical markings. No guarantee on products that contain supplements Your satisfaction is 100% guaranteed. Twenty-five year bookseller with shipments to over fifty million happy customers. Nº de ref. del artículo: 16688671-5
Cantidad disponible: 4 disponibles
Imagen de archivo
When I Am Playing with My Cat, How Do I Know That She Is Not Playing with Me?: Montaigne and Being in Touch with Life
Librería: The Maryland Book Bank, Baltimore, MD, Estados Unidos de America
Calificación del vendedor: 5 de 5 estrellas
paperback. Condición: Very Good. Used - Very Good. Nº de ref. del artículo: 3-A-2-1998
Cantidad disponible: 1 disponibles