Beschreibung
Produktdetails
Einband
Taschenbuch
Erscheinungsdatum
01.09.2026
Verlag
Byles LibrarySeitenzahl
176
Maße (L/B/H)
22,9/15,2/1 cm
Gewicht
265 g
Sprache
Englisch
EAN
9798182724319
"M y Reminiscences" by Rabindranath Tagore is a collection of autobiographical reflections written during the early 20th century. In this work, Tagore shares glimpses of his childhood and formative years, highlighting the intricate relationship between his personal memories and his burgeoning literary creativity. Through a lyrical lens, the opening sets the stage for a deep exploration of his inner life, emphasizing the art of memory while diminishing the expectations of historical accuracy. The opening of "My Reminiscences" introduces readers to Tagore's contemplative thoughts on the nature of memory, presenting it as an artistic canvas where experiences are reimagined rather than just recorded. He reflects on specific childhood episodes such as his first schooling experiences and his observations of family interactions. Tagore paints a picture of a young boy navigating a world of keen perceptions and imaginative play, hinting at the profound emotional depth that characterizes his future works. Through vivid anecdotes, the text promises an engaging exploration of the formative influences on one of India's greatest literary figures.(1 ) I know not who paints the pictures on memory's canvas; but whoever he may be, what he is painting are pictures; by which I mean that he is not there with his brush simply to make a faithful copy of all that is happening. He takes in and leaves out according to his taste. He makes many a big thing small and small thing big. He has no compunction in putting into the background that which was to the fore, or bringing to the front that which was behind. In short he is painting pictures, and not writing history. Thus, over Life's outward aspect passes the series of events, and within is being painted a set of pictures. The two correspond but are not one. We do not get the leisure to view thoroughly this studio within us. Portions of it now and then catch our eye, but the greater part remains out of sight in the darkness. Why the ever-busy painter is painting; when he will have done; for what gallery his pictures are destined-who can tell?
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