Confessions

"Confessions" frankly dissects the hidden reefs of the soul in the style of self-destruction, and Rousseau forges moral stains into human specimens. The tear-soaked pear tree and the ribbon-stealing incident sublimate confession into an existentialist monologue. His autobiography is like a prism that reflects the schizophrenia of the Enlightenment Age - when sincerity becomes a sharp blade against hypocrisy, all judges will eventually go to the dock.

I have been watching "Confessions" on and off during this time, and I finally finished it today. Everyone makes mistakes, but not everyone dares to admit their mistakes. Jean-Jacques Rousseau was a sincere and frank man. I was shocked by his sincerity and admired by his frankness. I hope that in the future I can become a frank person, face my own heart, face my desires, and reflect on my mistakes.

I have always heard about Confessions and finally finished reading it. Rousseau's life seemed destined to be tragic. He longed for tragedy deep in his heart. He was talented and could discover things that others could not discover. He had too high demands on others and was too emotional. Therefore, it would always be seen that he was very close to someone at the beginning, but then slowly faded away, or even turned against him. But his pursuit of truth, freedom, and reason is real.

The author dares to write about the darkest and most disgraceful side of himself, which reflects the author's sincerity, broad mind and kind heart, as well as his non-worldly and unafraid state.

Rousseau may not even remember how many lies he told.

This was a review of his life. He put his inner world in front of the world without reservation. At that moment, he had already won.

It's a pity there is no third volume! The biography written by the author himself expresses with emotion that Rousseau knew so many friends. Get to know Rousseau: Born in a lower class, he rose from the poor bottom to the upper class by talent, and had a wide social circle in the upper class. He became famous with one book, retired to nature, relied on passion to create, and was prolific. A lifetime of chronic illness. Being persecuted like a heretic, why did you write a confession out of anger? I'm really good, why do people treat me like this? The answers are all in your famous works.

Just finished reading the first chapter I suddenly realized that I was quite interested in this kind of book, listening to a person talking about what happened. Yesterday I was reading another book, and it had some beautiful sentences that I could never write in my life. I don't like to read those descriptions of the surrounding environment. Even though your writing is beautiful, I have no intention of reading it. It's precisely because this book doesn't have that point, so I read it obsessively and read one chapter in one go.

Dare to peel yourself off layer by layer like an onion and show it to others. This is a great thing in itself. There are no secrets in anyone's life. When reading it, I sometimes feel that the author is very pretentious and scumbag, but when compared with myself and the people and things around me, the masterpiece does have its own truth to be passed down from generation to generation.

Rousseau's life was indeed a life of "ups and downs"!

The inner activities are vividly depicted

The first volume is really interesting, natural and simple, and I laughed out loud many times while reading it. The second volume is more difficult to read, especially for people who are not very sensitive to interpersonal relationships. The large number of names of people and places is really life-threatening. However, the theme is indeed much deeper than the previous volume. Objectively speaking, Rousseau is indeed sensitive, "as if he has shed all the skin on his body and is running in the world." But for me personally, it is difficult not to empathize with him and have a sense of pity and guilt... Several of Rousseau's literary works are better and more profound than the last, from the romance of Heloise to Emile's On Education. From the monologue in the Confessions to the loneliness of the wanderer at the end. Although he is more famous as an Enlightenment thinker, he has a single literary achievement. In my mind, Rousseau is a world-class literary giant like Doss and Tolstoy. What's more, Tolstoy couldn't put it down for the Confessions?