Anais Nin is probably the last of the literary divas. Certainly, to Judge by the diaries, her whole life seems little more...

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THE DIARY OF ANAIS NIN: Vol. II

Anais Nin is probably the last of the literary divas. Certainly, to Judge by the diaries, her whole life seems little more than a dramatic landscape for a succession of interminable arias. The five years (19341939) covered here engulf us in boundless self-interest, though Miss Nin would rather not have it that way. She wants to be the mother of us all. Suffer the little bohemians to come unto Miss Nin: the Moon-Goddess is waiting. Love and Friendship and the Creation of Art--how these noble, wounding, fiery particles throb on her pretty pages with the sweet purr of a motor boat going off into infinity. And what exquisite images, no less exquisite for being shopworn: ""I miss the electric rhythm of New York.; it was like riding a fiery race horse."" And what insights: ""The monster I have to kill everyday is realism."" Miller and Rank and Durrell and Gonzalo and Moricand--such a cast of dazzling supernumeraries uniting in ensemble tributes to Miss Nin's talents, torments, virtue, joys. While around her, like the gypsy camp in IL Trovatore History looms: ""In Spain the flood is flowing."" Fluidity, thy name is Anais; long may the purple ink pour forth!

Pub Date: June 21, 1967

ISBN: N/A

Page Count: -

Publisher: Harcourt, Brace & World

Review Posted Online: N/A

Kirkus Reviews Issue: June 1, 1967

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