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thishunger: Jean-Paul Sartre & Simone de Beauvoir

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  • Jean-Paul Sartre & Simone de Beauvoir
“I wanted husband and wife to have everything in common.The picture I conjured up in my mind was of a steep climb in which my partner would help me up from one stage to the next.The man destined to be mine would be neither inferior nor different nor outrageously superior; someone who would guarantee my existence without taking away my powers of self-determination”

- Simone de Beauvoir (via pretendisaidsomethingdeep)

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libraryland: lafave: Simone de Beauvoir and Nelson Algren In 1947, Nelson Algren was starting to build a reputation as an author whose tales of Chicago’s downtrodden combined realism and poetic irony. Simone de Beauvoir was already well known within her native France as a novelist and the lover and companion of philosopher Jean-Paul Sartre. In February of that year, de Beauvoir was traveling across post-war America when a friend suggested that she look up Nelson Algren while she was in Chicago. De Beauvoir had not heard of Algren, nor had Algren heard of de Beauvoir. Nelson and Simone were both approaching forty at that time and both attractive and passionate about their work. De Beauvoir’s fascination with life made her initial meeting with Algren a significant one, finding his small rundown apartment in Chicago’s Polish section to be “refreshing, after the heavy odour of the dollars in the big hotels and the elegant restaurants” that she’d been encountering before. Algren took her on a tour of Skid Row and the burlesque shows, the police station and the local ethnic bars. The couple connected immediately and following her return to Paris in May, Simone was sending Nelson letters addressed “My precious, beloved Chicago man” and signing them “Your wife forever….” Read more: http://literaryculture.suite101.com/article.cfm/nelson_algren_simone_de_beauvoir#ixzz0RzXg9iXS

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Simone de Beauvoir and Nelson Algren

In 1947, Nelson Algren was starting to build a reputation as an author whose tales of Chicago’s downtrodden combined realism and poetic irony. Simone de Beauvoir was already well known within her native France as a novelist and the lover and companion of philosopher Jean-Paul Sartre. In February of that year, de Beauvoir was traveling across post-war America when a friend suggested that she look up Nelson Algren while she was in Chicago. De Beauvoir had not heard of Algren, nor had Algren heard of de Beauvoir.

Nelson and Simone were both approaching forty at that time and both attractive and passionate about their work. De Beauvoir’s fascination with life made her initial meeting with Algren a significant one, finding his small rundown apartment in Chicago’s Polish section to be “refreshing, after the heavy odour of the dollars in the big hotels and the elegant restaurants” that she’d been encountering before. Algren took her on a tour of Skid Row and the burlesque shows, the police station and the local ethnic bars. The couple connected immediately and following her return to Paris in May, Simone was sending Nelson letters addressed “My precious, beloved Chicago man” and signing them “Your wife forever….”


Read more: http://literaryculture.suite101.com/article.cfm/nelson_algren_simone_de_beauvoir#ixzz0RzXg9iXS
fuckyeahexistentialism: “I should like to be the landscape which I am contemplating.” - Simone de Beauvoir

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“I should like to be the landscape which I am contemplating.” - Simone de Beauvoir

“Oh! I see my life clearly now […] a passionate, frantic search. […] I didn’t know that one could dream of death by metaphysical despair; sacrifice everything to the desire to know. […] I didn’t know that every system is an ardent, tormented thing, an effort of life, of being, a drama in the full sense of the word, and that it does not engage only the abstract intelligence. But I know it now, and that I can no longer do anything else.”

- Simone de Beauvoir: The Coming of Age (translated by Patrick O’Brian) (via fuckyeahphilosophy) (via fairphantom) (via fuckyeahexistentialism) (via naomiwaxman)

sexismandthecity: Simone de Beauvoir (on right) with militants of the Mouvement de Liberation des Femmes at the day of Denunciation of Crimes Committed Against Women, Paris, May 13, 1972. (Photo by Mariza de Athayde, in Feminist Revolution)

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Simone de Beauvoir (on right) with militants of the Mouvement de Liberation des Femmes at the day of Denunciation of Crimes Committed Against Women, Paris, May 13, 1972. (Photo by Mariza de Athayde, in Feminist Revolution)

“A life is such a strange object, at one moment translucent, at another utterly opaque, an object I make with my own hands, an object imposed on me, an object for which the world provides the raw material and then steals it from me again, pulverized by events, scattered, broken, scored yet retaining its unity; how heavy it is and how inconsistent: this contradiction breeds many misunderstandings.”

- Simone de Beauvoir (via shynessisnice) (via baruchandroll, inennui)

killingbambi: suicideblonde: zoebowie:somethingchanged: Simone de Beauvoir, Chicago 1952. She had taken her bath. It was while she fussed at the sink afterward that I had the sudden impulse. She knew I took it, because she heard the click of my trusty wartime Leice Model F. ‘Naughty man,’ she said. Photographer Art Shay in Tete-a-Tete: Simone de Beauvoir and Jean-Paul Sartre, that I found at Fed Square book market on Saturday.

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zoebowie:somethingchanged:

Simone de Beauvoir, Chicago 1952.

She had taken her bath. It was while she fussed at the sink afterward that I had the sudden impulse. She knew I took it, because she heard the click of my trusty wartime Leice Model F. ‘Naughty man,’ she said.

Photographer Art Shay in Tete-a-Tete: Simone de Beauvoir and Jean-Paul Sartre, that I found at Fed Square book market on Saturday.

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