Frasi di Renata Adler

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Renata Adler

Data di nascita: 19. Ottobre 1938

Renata Adler è scrittore, critico cinematografico, giornalista.

„And then there were the wallflowers who had recognized for years that the thing was hopeless, who had found in that information a kind of calm. They no longer tried, with a bright and desperate effort, to sustain a conversation with somebody's brother, somebody's usher, somebody's roommate, somebody's roommate's usher's brother... The category of wallflower who had given up on all this was very quiet, not indifferent, only quiet. And she always brought a book.“ Speedboat

„Hardly anyone about whom I deeply care at all resembles anyone else I have ever met, or heard of, or read about in literature.“ Speedboat

„What is the point. That is what must be borne in mind. Sometimes the point is really who wants what. Sometimes the point is what is right or kind. Sometimes the point is a momentum, a fact, a quality, a voice, an imitation, a thing that is said or unsaid. Sometimes it's who's at fault, or what will happen if you do not move at once. The point changes and goes out. You cannot be forever watching for the point, or you lose the simplest thing: being a major character in your own life. But if you are, for any length of time, custodian of the point-- in art, in court, in politics, in lives, in rooms-- it turns out there are rear-guard actions everywhere. To see a thing clearly, and when your vision of it dims, or when it goes to someone else, if you have a gentle nature, keep your silence, that is lovely. Otherwise, now and then, a small foray is worthwhile. Just so that being always, complacently, thoroughly wrong does not become the safest position of them all. The point has never quite been entrusted to me.“ Speedboat

„A rowboat, without oars. An outboard motor. As you can sit there for years, forever, with that outboard motor, pulling again, and yet again, that rope, or cord, or wire, or whatever it is, and winding yet again, and each time, every single time, the motor, though it may give a cough or two, will fail to start, though if it starts, and when it starts, you are, at whatever speed you choose, within the engine's limits and the hazards of the course, well on your way, it starts you are no nearer where you were going on the fifteenth try than on the first; the enterprise may last forever, and never yet quite begin. The fact seems to be, however, that unless some apparently unrelated event should intervene -- a bullet, a heart attack, a cry from shore that dinner's ready, or company has come, or junior's run away -- the engine will eventually start. In the meantime, though, while you have been intensely busy, it is difficult to account for how the time is spent.“ Pitch Dark

„The girls were always running out of money, out of cash, precisely, to pay taxi drivers, train conductors, men who delivered pizzas after dark. They borrowed cash, normally, upon arrival. They borrowed passions—Wallace Stevens, Joseph Conrad, Mozart, hiking, the Bible—from each other, as girls of another generation borrowed clothes.“ Speedboat

„I love the laconic. Clearly, I am not of their number.“ Speedboat

„But you are, you know, you were, the nearest thing to a real story to happen in my life“ Pitch Dark

„Many people, particularly children, have had poison ivy very often, very badly. They speak of it. They do not forget it. But there is an outer limit, a kind that passes any question of degree. Those who have utterly had it instantly recognize each other—like the Jews and homosexuals in Proust. It has no dignity whatever. There are no poison-ivy heroes…

There are other such cabals, reverse elites of outer limit, junkies, sufferers from migraines, the truly seasick, soldiers’ fear in wartime, certain cramps. Many people suffer from cramps severely, turn quite silent, green, and shaky. Someone offers them a glass of gin. But there are cramps of an entirely other order, when even hardened doctors—knowing it is not important, only temporary, just a matter of hours—reach for the Demerol and the needle. It must be so in each lonely degrading thing from which one comes back having learned nothing whatever. There are no conclusions to be drawn from it. Lonely people see double entendres everywhere.“

„The salesgirl, the landlord, the guests, the bystanders, sixteen varieties of social circumstance in a day. Everyone has the power to call your whole life into question here. Too many people have access to your state of mind. Some people are indifferent to dislike, even relish it. Hardly anyone I know.“ Speedboat

„So it is to be another Christmas, then, and another New Year's on my own. Well, it is all right. I have grown used to it, have come almost to prefer it. Those days for most adults, it is generally acknowledged, and perhaps for all but the fewest children are so grim. Along with birthdays and of course Thanksgiving, only worse. Why observe them, then, unless one is for the sake of the children, or the office, or someone else's sake, obliged to. Well, no reason.“ Pitch Dark

„My father always said that it is a reasonable expectation of life that no one will go out of his way, against his own interest, to break his word or to hurt another person. And this turns out, not just in obvious cases, for example haters, pathological people and institutions, sadists, but in everyday life itself to be plain untrue. I wonder why. A reasonable expectation of life, I have found, is hardly ever quite borne out.“ Pitch Dark

„he writer has a grudge against society, which he documents with accounts of unsatisfying sex, unrealized ambition, unmitigated lo neliness, and a sense of local and global distress. The square, overpopulation, the bourgeois, the bomb and the cocktail party are variously identified as sources of the grudge. There follows a little obscenity here, a dash of philosophy there, considerable whining overall, and a modern satirical novel is born.“ Toward a Radical Middle: Fourteen Pieces of Reporting and Criticism

„Ieri sera un grosso ratto mi ha attraversato la strada in Fifty-seventh Street. È uscito da sotto lo steccato di un terreno vuoto vicino a Bendel's, ha aspettato una pausa nel traffico, poi è filato verso il lato nord della strada, si è fermato per un po' sul marciapiede buio ed è scomparso. Era il mio secondo ratto della settimana. Il primo è stato in un ristorante greco con le finestre dai davanzali all'altezza dei fianchi. Il ratto è sfrecciato lungo i davanzali puntando dritto verso di me, poi mi ha superata.
«L'hai visto» ha detto Will, sorseggiando la sua birra.
«Un grosso topo» ho risposto. «Ormai anche nei buoni alberghi si trova qualche topino, nel bar o nell'atrio». L'ultima volta che avevo visto Will era stato a Oakland; prima ancora, in Louisiana. Lavorava nel settore legale. Poi qualcosa, forse un senso di allarme ai margini del mio campo visivo, è spuntato da sinistra, correndo verso la mia faccia. Ho sentito l'acciottolio della forchetta.
«Stavi andando alla grande» ha detto Will, ghignando, «finché non hai perso la calma».
Il secondo ratto, naturalmente, poteva anche essere il primo che si era spostato più a nord, nel qual caso o il ratto mi segue, oppure fa i miei stessi tragitti e orari. Tuttavia sono convinta che la sanità mentale sia la scelta etica più profonda del nostro tempo. Due ratti, dunque. I tassisti non sentono neppure le indicazioni attraverso quei nuovi divisori, che a me non sembrano davvero antiproiettile, anche se, naturalmente, non ho mai verificato. Antirumore. Le dita s'incastrano, questo è certo, nei nuovi recipienti per i soldi. Be', qualcuno ha venduto i divisori. Qualcuno li ha comprati. Disonesti, chiaramente. Sembra che non esista uno spirito dei tempi. Stavo per alzarmi assurdamente presto, quando Will, che si butta nel sonno con una violenza pari alla sua mitezza da sveglio, mi ha detto: «Stai qui. è normale». Invece ho trovato un taxi per tornare a casa, sotto la pioggia, davanti a un'armeria.“
Mai ci eravamo annoiati

„Those for whom there was, first dimly, then more bright, then dimly again, a possibility. Which, though dimly, perhaps still exists, but which they know, have somehow always known, would never come to anything. They were never, how can I put this, going to be a part of life. It is as though, going through a landscape, through the seasons, in the same general direction as everybody else, they never quite made it to the road. Through the years, humanity, like a tide of refugees or pilgrims, shoeless and in rags, or in Mercedes, station wagons, running shoes, were traveling on, joined by others, falling by the way. And we, joined though we may be, briefly, by other strays, or by road travelers on their little detours, nonetheless never quite joined the continuing procession, of life and birth, never quite found or made it to the road. Whose voice is this? Not here. Not mine.“

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