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The House of Incest.

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HOUSE OF INCEST is a very slim volume of 72 pages. Naturally, I expected to be done with this oddly titled book in one sitting. After reading the brief introductions, with references to the author spitting out her heart and an Indian making a flute out of the bones of his dead wife, I realized this was a book unlike any other I'd seen. I struggled to relate and to understand, but after about 10 minutes on one page, I had a headache. I put the book down, but was determined to figure out what the heck Anais Nin was talking about.

I turned to many other sources for clarification. ANAIS NIN: A BIOGRAPHY by Deirdre Bair was the first outside source. Bair explains that the main supporting character of "Sabina" is none other than June Miller, the notorious second wife of Henry Miller (who appears as "Mona" in Miller's TROPIC OF CANCER). Then I turned to ANAIS NIN READER, which contains introductory essays explaining that the incest referred to in the title is not literal but symbolic. But far, far above the rest, the most helpful was ANAIS NIN: AN INTRODUCTION by Benjamin Franklin V and Duane Schneider; I learned here that HOUSE OF INCEST is not a conventional story by any means. Rather, HOUSE OF INCEST is an exploration of the narrator's subconscious state (very few passages in this book, the two introductory pages for example, reveal the narrator's conscious state). The main theme of HOUSE OF INCEST is the relationship between the narrator and Sabina; but the narrator eventually realizes that her fascination with Sabina is merely a fascination with an aspect of herself, hence the metaphorical incest for which this volume is named. Finally, I understood this book! Finally, I enjoyed it! Now, I love it and think it's brilliant and am glad it was not so easy to get through at first.

If labyrinths, puzzles, and psychology interest you, then you may find HOUSE OF INCEST has something to offer. But a word of caution: even though the over-riding theme is not of literal incest, there is one instance where it is: "... there sat Lot with his hand upon his daughter's breast," Anais writes on page 52, "while the city burned behind them." HOUSE OF INCEST was Anais Nin's first work of fiction, published in 1936 - nearly 40 years before the publication of the famous diaries. Deirdre Bair explains that Nin was already publishing aspects of her diary as fiction, though attempting to disguise the more painful details. Bair writes that in this instance Nin was not successful.

This is not a book for everyone. It is also not one that can be read only once and be completely understood. In order to fully comprehend this book, one must approach it with a receptive mind, ready to interact with the words. This is not a book that simply allows the reader to sit back and witness the story being told. House of Incest challenges the reader to search the depths of his/her consciousness. Reading this book is like reading one's own dreams and finally being able to understand. The language is beautiful and provocative. I would recommend this book to anyone that desires to know him/herself more fully.

anais nin's prosaic tone and almost elegaic storytelling is one of the most heart-wrenching pieces of literature i've picked up for a while. the short intro to the book, the "i have just spat my heart out," bit convinced me that i had something good. her poetic voice is all the more appealing in that she's able to express her random, wandering thoughts as just that, random and wandering. she knows that her feelings don't always make sense to her and that's what tears her apart. she wants to love yet is afraid of being loved. 'house of incest' has to be one of her best. recommended. recommended.

If you were captured by Anais' journals, you will understand her needs to complete all her unexpressed thoughts, feelings, love, and lost through the stories and images wrapped in this collection of her short stories. No lab-created drugs or natural "herbs" can take you to where she is about to send you onto. Hold on tight, and enjoy the ride.

This book was a captivating dream. I've read it over and over again and enjoy it each time.

The most nearly perfect book I have ever read in my entire lifetime. It's like reading a drug: hypnotic, mesmerizing, dream-like. A prose-poem from heaven. . .

"House of Incest," the late Anais Nin's first work, shows a talent not often matched in 20th Century literature. Touched by the Surrealist muse, schooled by the Spanish poets known collectively as the "Generation of '98," the poetess proved in this, her first outing--and probably her best work [diaries notwithstanding]--that she has all the gifts of the visionary at her command. . . . Relax your prejudices! Let go your preconceptions! This is not prose. There is not supposed to be a "story-line" beyond that of the Poet dreaming, the genius painting the world in colors stolen from a lunatic's vision. . . . Approach the book not with old eyes--critical, myopic--but with new eyes: Wide open, fresh and waiting to feed on invented shapes, fresh textures, new images!

her prose is beautiful, surreal, wonderful. this isn't for everybody. to be read over and over.

Anais has such a command of the language found in the undercurrents of our existence. I found each page to move me more, and more deeply. Agreed, this book is not for everyone. It will at best, confuse the simple-minded. It can intoxicate, inspire, and evoke extrodinary compassion for the rest of us.

This has got to be the worst book I've ever read. She rambled on and on. It was as if she just sat down and thought "right, I'll just confuse the hell out of people by writing down random things that don't connect or make sense" Not one of her best to say the least