At the beginning of The Book of Disquiet, Bernardo
Soares writes: “In these random
impressions, and with no desire to be other than random, I indifferently
narrate my factless autobiography, my lifeless history. These are my
Confessions, and if in them I say nothing, it’s because I have nothing to say.”
Written a century ago, these words illustrate a great
distance from the traditional way of writing an autobiography. They confront, however, the same paradox, which is how can any of our lives,
constituted by different and unrelated events, be structured
as a linear story looking for a meaning, usually
self-indulgent? If understanding
who we are today depends on the relationship established
between present and past, we are forced to rely on an unchanging
proper name, on a sequence of selected events, and the subsequent reworking of those events by the different subject who we
This characteristic process of autobiographical works has led many
to consider the fuzzy boundaries between fiction and reality, the demand for sincerity from the
reader (the so-called autobiographical pact), the use of narrative strategies, and the understanding of autobiography as the textual presence of an implicit
narrator without a clear relation to the empirical writer. However, Fernando Pessoa, and his heteronymous
narrator Bernardo Soares, give us the novelty of a deep intimate text and the
testimony of a life full of experiences without reference to events, dates, or
personalities that may refute or corroborate his descriptions.
book is a single state of soul, analyzed
all sides, investigated in all directions.
A person who writes an
autobiography is taking himself as an object of study. Therefore, motivations of the inner life and experiences
of the protagonist emerge that are
interesting to the reader only, however, if they are written with skill and
plausible when compared with our personal experiences, with what usually
happens, with what seems real, in short, with what is credible. The
verisimilitude maintains the balance between mimesis, or imitation, of reality and
invention, which is linked to the imagination and fiction. Therefore,
verisimilitude can be constituted as a moment of truth verified by detailing,
thanks to the aesthetic achievement, the individual ways of its being described
in all its complexity. We solicit poets and creators for verisimilitude and,
therefore, sincerity in their creations.
The recourse to
fiction allows us to illustrate some life experiences, and also to provide them with emotion and possibility, thus achieving
a sense that allows us, authors or readers, to recognize them through these experiences.
2. Something about autobiographical texts
developments in modern theory have argued for the disappearance of the author,
betting on the liquidation of personal marks on the works, the paths traveled
by the vanguard and theorists of literature and art have led us to a situation
that I consider meaningless. Tzvetan Todorov has pointed this out clearly in
his book, Literature in Danger.
According to him, it could be said that theoretical discourses have replaced
the pleasure of reading.
deconstructionism, in the manner of Paul de Man, have postulated the illusion
of the subject because the textual self presents a missing “I,” or one who covers his face with a mask. From this point of
view, the autobiographical genre generates "the illusion of a life” as
reference. In conclusion, literature based in experience would offer us the
written word as a mask, an avatar that apparently speaks for the writer. If we
endorse the deconstructionists’ "theory of the complement," as
suggested by Northrop Frye, what is important in the text is not what the
avatar tells us. What is essential is what is not said, and that which is hidden.
This theory can be
fruitful when we are interpreting a text but it is also paradoxical. If, on the
one hand, it is impossible for the book to reflect the world accurately, on the
other hand, the endless interpretations make the world a book in which we can
read whatever we want.
We are in the
territory of mere artificial calligraphy, the text by the text, which is
located in the place of subjects. Thus, deconstructionism`s formalism or, in
other words, some "consecration of the aesthetic," leads to an
understanding of literature as the "voice of the dead," as Paul de
the extent that language is figure (or metaphor, or prosopopeia) it is indeed
not the thing itself but the representation, the picture of the thing and, as
such, it is silent, mute as pictures are mute. Language, as trope, is always
text is open to different interpretations. This thought about autobiographical
texts may hold a grain of truth, since memory is built as a narrative, and a
lot of excess. If the self doesn’t exist, why write so many words about this emptiness?[o1]
As Antoine Compagnon
said, these authors claim for:
impossible (the perfect communication), to conclude in the impotence of
language and the isolation of literature. Desolated by the lack
of certainty in a domain where it is unachievable, they prefer a radical
skepticism and one reasonable probability on the relationship between the book
and the world.
Despite the fact that
is impossible for one to present him or herself as a transparent identity, I
think that a writer is able to create a truthful character of him or herself. We
could say that the writer is built into the unreality of fiction, a
construction that fascinates the creator and his or her readers.
In the same way, by
using fiction and metaphors, the writer is not misrepresenting the truth but,
rather, showing its complex character. The world cannot be expressed
objectively and literally, hence the presence of the regular use of metaphors in our everyday speech.
According to Lakoff and Johnson, metaphors are based on physical and cultural
experiences that decisively structure the cognitive dimension of a human being.
Our languages are essentially metaphorical and, therefore, creative. Language
is not an instrument to reveal the secret, the hidden words of the world, or the thing itself, as Paul de Man said.
Thus, the work of metaphor
is to understand one thing in terms of another, a process linked with our
experience of the world and our imaginative intuition. In
other words, it is a creative activity that, born of experience, symbolically
shapes our subsequent experiences of the world. Sometimes we believe that we
can reduce these metaphors to a literal explanation, sometimes they are
irreducible to consistent clarification, and sometimes they can be grasped in a
flash. If they are present everywhere in our daily lives, they appear even more
in narrative and poetic creation.
Perhaps tired of the
abstractness of some theories, the subject's intricate identity has begun, in
recent years, to regain territory conquered by the avatars. Not in vain, we are
witnessing everywhere the emergence and success of autobiographical and
testimonial literature. The general recognition of books denouncing cruelties,
extermination, genocide, and totalitarianism authorizes us to maintain this
assertion. The same can be said about cinema. But, to be honest, abuses of these
theories have brought about the current inflation of personal testimonies and,
what is worse, a morbid demand for gossip.
While the connection
between literature, and other arts, and expression raises grave philosophical
problems, it must be said that serious autobiographical literature is not trying
to communicate the truth, an objectively unrecoverable past experience, or the
split between the narrative of the experience and the intensity of lived experience.
Rather, assuming the subjectivity of the narrator, this genre of work intends
to compel us to engage in the game of recognition. So, thanks to the aesthetic
pact between, on the one hand, the author or the self of the narrative and, on
the other hand, the
reader, a story written by one person also belongs to the individual readers. We read something about us
in the text of another. There is no other truth than what we make sense of and
try to share with others. By any means, it is clear that this attempt at
communication presents difficulties because it is based upon a circuit of
subjectivities. Thus, the narrator tries to achieve a level of truthfulness to
provide the reader with some knowledge of others’ experiences. We know that in
this kind of testimony the truth is an impossible demand and we also know that
lies about the past send the entire text to the trash.
The usefulness of art
should not be a problem, in the same way that the discovery of a deep interest
in aesthetics, denying Kant, is not. The artist's work is to bring order to the
story, to make sense of it, and to provide a living example to his or her social
environment. Thanks to the illusion of art, thanks to that game or pact, we move
into an aesthetic of recognition.
give meaning and coherence to certain events that we consider relevant. Thus,
we give value and meaning to our lives by reaching a deeper understanding of
ourselves. We build the story, and the story makes us what we are. There may be
inaccuracy in details but they are true in the expression of the narrator. A
false and irrelevant detail is, in many cases, a test of the will of
truthfulness in the story. In short, it enhances the storytelling aesthetically.
The more a proper
style is developed in these autobiographical works, the more identification or
credit is granted by the reader. The art, in short, has to fight its way to
build shared values and meanings for us. Art and literature must possess the
ability to interest people at any time and place.
becomes more convincing thanks to the literary narrative, which should attend,
as Doris Lessing proposed, to the atmosphere that allowed its emergence rather
than to the facts themselves.
Hence, although literature works closely with memory in some cases, it is more
important to accurately remember, since an excess of memory often disparages
thought and generates, on many occasions, seeing old facts as a seminal offense,
disagreement, or violence.
In summary, ahead of
literary deconstructionism and its belief in the avatar, autobiographical
literature has to recover the subject and all its subjectivity. That
subjectivity can be achieved thanks to the aesthetics pact and, fortunately in
this case, it makes a claim to the universality of art and the pleasure of the
match with the other.
3. Fernando Pessoa’s world
To elucidate the
previous words about autobiography, the example of the Portuguese writer,
Fernando Pessoa, may be interesting. Pessoa is well known all over the world,
especially for his heteronyms or creative personalities:
have a world of friends inside me, with their own real, individual, imperfect
of us is several, is many, is a profusion of selves.
Indeed, he was complex
and diverse, composing in his creative carrier one “drama in people,”
according to Pessoa’s words, and making a comparison with a Shakespearean
never know if what I feel I am is what I really am or merely what I think I am.
I’m a character of my own plays.
The most famous
heteronyms with the greatest number of poetic and literary productions are, among
the certain quantity that José Paulo Cavalcanti put at 127, without taking into
account another eighty minor personalities: Alberto Caeiro, Alvaro de Campos,
Ricardo Reis, Fernando Pessoa himself, Antonio Mora, and Bernardo Soares, the
author of The Book of Disquiet (the Book).
Pessoa had problems
finding an author for this book. First, it was attributed to Pessoa himself,
according to two letters sent to Armando Côrtes Rodrigues and Mario de Sá
Carneiro, and, second, it was attributed to heteronym Vicente Guedes.
Eventually, after many vacillations, the book is considered written with
subsidiary Bernardo Soares, who is not merely a heteronym but also a literary
Also referred to as a
semi-heteronym, Soares is very close to Fernando Pessoa in many respects, such
as his job and feelings. When introducing the Book of Disquiet, Pessoa talks about Soares. He had met him in a
restaurant having supper and, after some additional dinners and greetings on
the street, he concludes that the author of the Book, an office worker and writer like Pessoa, always surrounded by
loneliness, was only finding someone as a inheritor of his Book. Pessoa, in another letter sent to Adolfo Casais Monteiro,
a semi-heteronym because his personality, although not my own, doesn’t differ
from my own but is a mere mutilation of it. He is me less reasoning and
The Book of Disquiet
was published posthumously in 1982, forty-seven years after Pessoa's death, and
it has had different editions and editions not in accord with each other, the
last in 2010, which showed it as an unfinished book. The reason for this is that it is a reconstructed book, with
texts and fragments left by Pessoa in his famous trunk of unpublished works. In
sum, this fragmentation and impossibility to definitively close the Book adds more sides to the plurality of
If Pessoa is hard to find among the
many people who he is, the ideal Book of
Disquiet neither exists and it could never exist. Surely there will be new
editions in the future, thereby ensuring a long life for the Book.
At the beginning of The Book of Disquiet, Bernardo
In these random impressions, and with
no desire to be other than random, I indifferently narrate my factless
autobiography, my lifeless history. These are my Confessions, and if in them I
say nothing, it’s because I have nothing to say.
These words illustrate a great
distance from the traditional mode of writing an autobiography. They confront, however, the same paradox, which is how can any of our lives,
constituted by different and unrelated events, be structured
as a linear story looking for a meaning, usually
self-indulgent? If understanding
who we are today depends on the relationship established
between the present and the past, we are forced to rely on an unchanging
proper name, on a sequence of selected events, and the subsequent reworking of those events by the different subject that we
This process, characteristic of autobiographical works, has
led many of us to consider the vague
boundaries between fiction and reality, the demand for sincerity from
the author or the so-called autobiographical pact, the use of narrative strategies,
and the understanding of autobiography as the textual presence of an implicit narrator without clear relation to
the empirical writer. However, Fernando Pessoa and his heteronym
narrator Bernardo Soares give us the novelty of a deep and intimate text and
the testimony of a life full of emotions and impressions filtered by his
radical consciousness. We know that the contents of memory are not a literal
copy of the past but are reconstructions influenced by our values and beliefs,
and by schemes that are rooted in our lived experiences.
as a diary, these fragmentary texts, often repetitive, obsessive about boredom,
dreams, sensations, sight, unconsciousness, failure, emotions, and so on,
constitute a clear example of autobiographical literature. Pessoa/Soares worked
with his personal experience, his intimacy, and his desire to reflect and write
about his emotions. In this case, far from creating a text that reflects on the
past and historical events or personalities, he wrote about the immediate
visualization of life surrounding him.
I see, and that’s quite enough. Who can understand anything?
I’m riding on a tram and, as usual, am closely observing all
the details of the people around me. For me these details are like things,
Bernardo Soares is always fighting with impressions and feelings, and seldom
with memories, or with dated or relevant events throughout his life:
I realize that I was all error and deviation, that I never
lived, that I existed only in so far as I filled time with consciousness and
For the ordinary man, to feel is to live, and to think is to
know how to live. For me, to think is to live, and to feel is merely food for
of reference to events, dates, or personalities that may refute or corroborate
these descriptions could support a weakness in assuring the Book’s autobiographical value. Indeed,
it seems a triumph of nonsense if we demand autobiographical references. This
appears to be a victory of fiction, with norelationship to real events. It is the
success of textual strategies over the truthfulness of testimony.
if the main challenge in all autobiographical works is to maintain the
connection of truth between facts and narrative, this Book, nearly stripped of any events, constitutes a capital example,
if we are looking for something to meticulously detail our emotions,
sensations, feelings, and life:
The life of my emotions moved early on to the chambers of
thought, and that’s where I’ve most fully lived my emotional experience of
The Book of Disquiet constitutes a break from
linear narrative strategies that often display the canonical vision of one
personality. Soares, offering deep impressions without connections to the
subsequent facts, seems to be that real self who is living his present life yet
ignoring the next moment. There is no continuity or causality as a formula to
understand or build our life but only “random impressions,” in
style as a narrator, while trying to find appropriate new words to translate
his emotions, offers a sense of sincerity as he works within the boundaries in
which imagination serves as a source of clarification and rebuilding of
Lying is simply the soul’s ideal language. Just as we make
use of words, which are sounds articulated in an absurd way, to translate into
real language the most private and subtle shifts of our thoughts and emotions
(which words on their own would never be able to translate), so we make use of
lies and fiction to promote understanding among ourselves, something that the
truth—personal and incommunicable—could never accomplish.
other words, without a solid style it is better not to fall into a mannerist
effort, always suspicious of forgery. In these circumstances it would be better
to write in a simple way where facts and dates only demand truthfulness.
Nevertheless, the aesthetic dimension can capture
the reader and make the experience of the narrator more vivid. The aesthetic
appeal lends credibility to the related facts and provides pleasure brought
about by writing and formal composition. The conjunction of the cleverly chosen
events and the control of narrative techniques promote the success and
truthfulness of the text that is available to the reader.
is the most difficult thing to find, autobiographically speaking, but when this
happens, as in Soares’ Book, these
profound reflections, exposed with incredible talent and imagination, are far
from lies touching the reader’s soul:
…to say is to renew.…Impressions are incommunicable unless
we make them literary.…To say! To know how to say! To know how to exist via the
written voice and the intellectual image! This is all that matters in life.
Let’s make the receptivity of our senses purely literary,
and let’s convert our emotions, when they perhaps prefer not becoming apparent,
into visible matter that can be sculpted into statues with fluid, glowing
In this moment when I’m bursting with feeling, I wish I had
the gift of ruthless self-expression, the arbitrary whim of a style as my
Book of Disquiet, different
strategies are followed in order to express a solitary and unstable life. On
the one hand, Soares attends to physical events, such as weather changes (with
fear and horror when the storm and thunder start), he describes people who work
in the same business in the little office located in the Rua dos Douradores, or he meticulously describes common people
walking on the street or eating in a restaurant. In other words, his first
procedure is connected by a representation of the external world. In this
sense, some passages in the Book are
dated, although this practice was never systematic:
Today my boss, Senhor Vasques, closed a deal that brought a
sick man and his family to ruin. As he negotiated the deal he completely forgot
that this man existed, except as the opposing commercial party. After the deal
was closed, he was touched by sensibility. Only afterwards, of course, since
otherwise the deal would never have been made. ‘I feel sorry for the fellow’,
he told me.
other hand, Soares closely observes his feelings and soul, and he writes with
incredible depth about one of the most important reflections on human emotions:
Life is the hesitation between an exclamation and an
interrogation. In that doubt, there is a final point.
Life is what we make of it. Travel is the traveler. What we
see isn’t what we see but what we are.
up, we could say that, in both ways, Soares is first attending to an external
clock connected with dates or facts that our social history produces and,
second, he is observing his internal clock absolutely disconnected from the usual
or practical time, something anonymous, building his personal little history. In scientific terms, we know today that our
internal or biological clock may even influence our mood and, consequently, it
seems that Soares had his internal clock connected to instability, fear, and
also establishes another distinction between life and art:
Ah, I understand! Vasques, my boss, is Life—monotonous and
necessary, imperious and inscrutable Life. This banal man represents the
banality of Life. For me he is everything, externally speaking, because for me
Life is whatever is external.
And if the office on the Rua dos Douradores represents life
for me, the fourth-floor room where I live, on this same Rua dos Douradores,
represents Art for me. Yes, Art, residing on the very same street as Life, but
in different place. Art, which gives me relief from life without relieving me
of living, being as monotonous as life itself, only in a different place. Yes,
for me the Rua dos Douradores contains the meaning of everything and the answer
to all riddles, except for the riddle of why riddles exist, which can never be
Soares shows in many of his written fragments his perturbation or dislocation as
he tries to fit this both ways, social and personal, external and internal, and
life and art into many of his fragments, and always concludes with a profound
sense of emptiness, tedium, failure, or break with identity:
My humble attempt to say at least who I am, to record like a
machine of nerves the slightest impressions of my subjective and
ultra-sensitive life—this was all emptied like a bucket that got knocked over,
and it poured across the ground like the water of everything. I fashioned
myself out of false colors, and finished in an attic thought to be an empire.
represents an estrangement from life similar to that of the daily office worker,
Fernando Pessoa. He is an observer of himself, a spectator of life, who
translates his emotions and his powerful insight to aesthetics’ creativity:
…not being more nor wanting to be more than a spectator of
myself, I have to put on the best show I can.
the only way to represent his empty life is to dream it (to dream is to find ourselves), a hard work connected with the imagination
(I think with my imagination),
eventually producing his plural creative personalities (I’m, in large measure, the selfsame prose I write). All heteronyms
build their stylish own world and also, funnily and peculiarly, with aesthetic
disagreements among them. Finally, these great works of literature, processing
all kind of human emotions, constitute a self-portrait as a mirror for each
reader. Or, in other words, we have the feeling that Soares, Pessoa, and all
his company were writing for us, for each individual reader.
Bernardo Soares, in breaking the timeline and listening to the vagaries of his tiny soul, builds a personal and different
style for autobiographical works. The commitment to truth leads him to abandon historical details and any type
of event. But these fragmentary texts, a mirror of his and our multiple identities, show us, through the aesthetic and emotional
pleasure of reading them,
the traces of a personal experience that reaches universal value.
Art consists in making others feel what
we feel, in freeing them from themselves by offering them our own personality.
Mikel Iriondo Aranguren
Mikel Iriondo Aranguren is senior lecturer on
“Aesthetics and the Theory of Arts” at University of the Basque Country in
was on “Los contenidos éticos y filosóficos en la obra de Fernando Pessoa.” Currently he is working on a study of the relationship
between philosophy, literature, and film. He is the author of several other published articles.
Published on October 11, 2016.
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