Memoirs of
Casanova by Giacomo Casanova http://realini.blogspot.com/2019/06/casanova-inspired-perhaps-by-memoirs-of.html
8 out of 10
In the new
age of Woke, Cancel Culture, Casanova must be a no go, anathema, and the
subject dropped like a hot potato, only this a free space and furthermore,
there is no audience to talk about, so we are not spreading misinformation,
vile sexism, because there is nobody to read these lines…and that is the way it
must be
The usual
spoiler alert, warning, disclaimer might not be justified here, now, for if you
are a decent reader, then you are not interested in the Memoirs of Casanova,
never mind what some obscure fellow named Realini has to say about it – it is
after all evident, that was a really bad ruffian, sexist and selfish
His name
has come to represent the philanderer, the one that does not stay in one
relationship for more than the time it takes to have sex, ergo the word ‘relationship’
is not appropriate, he may have missed the significance, but we could also take
a more tolerant view and say he suffered from priapism and other ailments
We could
see this eternal quest for the bed and one, or more women to jump with in there
as a mental illness, going back, as the cliché would have it, to childhood,
where poor, little Giacomo has missed on paternal affection, and then looked
for it in perpetuity, trying to have love through sex, and multiple partners
I actually
identify with the man, and have been through a pathetic, long, long line of
partners, in my case, because I have started (Way too) late and thus would
continuously try to compensate and get more of the ‘forbidden fruit – a doctor
told me, prompted by my father, that ‘you fuck or you do not, the time of the
penis passes’
One other
indulgent view might even celebrate Casanova as one of the first liberals,
maybe ultra, or progressive, whatever we could call him – The Economist, in the
Johnson column, has looked at the way the significance of words change, how
what was acceptable, politically correct some time ago, is now a no-no
We could
also do no better than read The King’s English http://realini.blogspot.com/2023/07/the-kings-english-guide-to-modern-usage.html by Magister Ludi Kingsley Amis, who
looked at how words are misused, and change meaning – one example is infamous,
which comes from infamy, but had started to be badly used as ‘famous’
After all,
Casanova has entered the ‘menage a trois’, maybe even before this was a thing,
and he must be praised for it – I just realized that I am probably talking
nonsense, and have the fabulous luck to be without a public, thus nobody will
cry out ‘cancel him, vile beast’, I have had a complaint some days ago
It regarded
the absence of a spoiler alert – and there is one above now – and I would push
this as proof of my modesty, why use a spoiler alert, when you have nobody to
alert, it is superfluous, pompous and futile, but hey, given that there is a
‘reader’, I comply, even if he is now off to greener pastures
There may
be another reason for this frantic urge to have sex, and that could be a broken
heart, which again, was my case – spoiler on top of warning, I am really off
now, writing about my worries, forget Casanova…psychology studies have
demonstrated that if we write about our grievances, failures, it helps
At the
start of the nineties, I meet a nice woman (I will make it short, though I am
tempted to talk about the dog, how she in fact started talking with him, etc.)
and then offer her a ride in my Audi, which was some twenty years old, but the
equivalent of a helicopter then, when all you had on the roads were a few lousy
jalopies, Dacias
So she
takes the ride, we talk for a while, and then she says she is…Miss Romania, and
then I laugh a little and retort that I am Casanova – I am mirthful now, I said
something else, maybe the Maharajah of Beluchistan or something, but if I am
supposed to talk about Casanova, at least I should use him as a prop here…
Only she
meant it, and she was, which shocked yours truly, who entered this phase of
denial, then acceptance of this incredible luck, or god damn miserable
misfortune, depending on how we see it, after a few days confessing my love –
Thomas Mann http://realini.blogspot.com/2021/09/the-magic-mountain-is-classic-that.html has a lot to object to that - which may or may not have been deep and
radiant…
From fall
to spring, it could have been a paradisiacal eight months, maybe less, or more
– Einstein said ‘When you sit with a nice girl for two hours, it seems like two
minutes; when you sit on a hot stove for two minutes, it seems like two hours…That's
relativity’- but once she told me to get lost, if not in these words, I have
fallen into depression, seen a shrink, thought I would die, and then…presto,
Casanova resurrected.
Talked to
almost every skirt I saw, asked if we have a future together (if a brief one)
got rejected in 90% of the cases, but then even with this failure rate, 10% of
tens of thousands of small talks would still put you in the Casanova
domain…yes, this could be a mea culpa, it was wrong – however, I must insist
that I talked, and talked, and then when it was mutual, we stopped talking and
got to ‘business’- only it was an effort to find affection, and I ended up
here, alone, with just two macaws for company, and pouring my misgivings on
this page…
Now for a
question, and invitation – maybe you have a good idea on how we could make more
than a million dollars with this http://realini.blogspot.com/2022/02/unique-in-world.html?q=unique+in+the+world
– as it is, this is a unique technique,
which we could promote, sell, open the Oscars show with or something and then
make lots of money together, if you have the how, I have the product, I just do
not know how to get the befits from it, other than the exercise per se
As for my
role in the Revolution that killed Ceausescu, a smaller Mao, there it is http://realini.blogspot.com/2022/03/realini-in-newsweek-participant-in.html
Some
favorite quotes-
From To The
Heritage:
‘Fiction is
infinitely preferable to real life...As long as you avoid the books of Kafka or
Beckett, the everlasting plot of fiction has fewer futile experiences than the
careless plot of reality...Fiction's people are fuller, deeper, cleverer, more
moving than those in real life…Its actions are more intricate, illuminating,
noble, profound…There are many more dramas, climaxes, romantic fulfillment,
twists, turns, gratified resolutions…Unlike reality, all of this you can
experience without leaving the house or even getting out of bed…What's more,
books are a form of intelligent human greatness, as stories are a higher order
of sense…As random life is to destiny, so stories are to great authors, who
provided us with some of the highest pleasures and the most wonderful
mystifications we can find…Few stories are greater than Anna Karenina, that
wise epic by an often foolish author…’
‚parturiunt
montes, nascetur ridiculus mus’
“From Monty
Python - The Meaning of Life...Well, it's nothing very special...Try and be
nice to people, avoid eating fat, read a good book every now and then, get some
walking in, and try and live together in peace and harmony with people of all
creeds and nations.”
