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The glittering, fantastic Torture Garden itself has all the hallucinatory brightness of a dream straight form the unconscious-that fertile pool nourishing the uninhibited artistic imagination. There seems a direct lineage of descent from the horrific painted visions of Bosch to the written splendors of Mirbeau's work. Both appear steeped in enigma and allusion, fed from the same inexhaustible springs of diabolical invention that well up from deep within the human psyche-the eternal playground of sex and death.
This book offers a rare portrait of a woman of intelligence and sensitivity who progressively reveals greater dimensions of curiosity, courage, honesty and philosophic overview as she relentlessly pursues more complex and challenging experiences. In the process the much-vaunted corruption and worldly wisdom of the European male narrator is unmasked as paltry cowardice and worse still-moral conservatism that is pathetically shallow. His is a petty little soul and hers the soul of a great adventuress.
Written at a time when all authoritarian "laws" of aesthetics and morality were being challenged and breached by anarchists, Decadents, Naturalists, Impressionists, and pre-Surrealists, The Torture Garden appended its vision of terminal outrage to the final year of the nineteenth century. The author, Octave Mirbeau 1850-1917 was an exceptional writer who combined intensity of vision with a lifelong commitment to attacking arbitrary, unjust authority. As a journalist Mirbeau railed against conservative art and political opinions as well as hypocritical public figures-which caused him to fight numerous duels. Till the end of his long career as a critic, novelist and playwright he was dedicated to permanent, sardonic, and vociferous rebellion against the status quo. He and his wife, a former actress and herself a luminary of wit and independence, held host to some of the most radical artists and writers of the day. After his death she made their estate a retreat and haven for indignant writers, artists, poets and sculptors possessing dreams and visions but little else.
As a critique of society The Torture Garden is an enduring inspiration: "You're obliged to pretend respect for people and institutions you think absurd. You live attached in a cowardly fashion to moral and social conventions you despise, condemn, and know lack all foundation. It is that permanent contradiction between your ideas and desires and all the dead formalities and vain pretense of your civilization which makes you sad, troubled and unbalanced. In that intolerance conflict you lose all joy of life and all feeling of personality, because at every moment they suppress and restrain and check the free play of your powers. That's the poisoned and mortal wound of the civilized world."
Solely on the level of literary achievement, The Torture Garden's beauty of language and imagery ensures our transport into a realm not of this earth. Its recitation of the names of exotic plants and perfumes lures us into an erotic dimension of limitless possibilities, conjured into being by the repressed underside of the human spirit-the reward at the end being the same as in the mythical Garden of Eden: self-knowledge . . .
Once described as "the most sickening work of art of the nineteenth century," The Torture Garden is one of the most truly original works ever imagined. Beyond providing a richly poetic experience, it will stimulate anyone interested in the always-contemporary problem of the limits of experience and sensation. As part of the continuing struggle against censorship and especially self-censorship, it will remain a landmark in the fight against all that would suppress the creation of a far freer world.
Posted December 5, 2001
Imagine life one century ago, first in Paris then in China. Two different, yet similar societies that indulged in various and variegated forms and types of corruption for pleasure, profit and power. The story begins by sinking us into corrupt and useless Parisian politics where death is a means to and end, but nevertheless practiced and enjoyed. We are then glided across exotic waters on a ship where travelers search for exotic places free of social confines where they can release lust without consequence. We then are shot into the heart of a Chinese prison where torture induced death is treated as an art form like sex. The story was very stimulating and dared to describe human events and lusts that were, and remain real.Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
Posted December 28, 2008
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