Dream I Tell You

I used to feel guilty at night. I live in I always used to live in twocountries the diurnal one and the continuous very tempestuous nocturnalone.... What a deli... » 

I used to feel guilty at night. I live in I always used to live in twocountries the diurnal one and the continuous very tempestuous nocturnalone.... What a delight to head off with high hopes to nights court withoutany knowledge of what may happen Where shall I be taken tonight Into whichcountry? Into which country of countries? Hlne Cixous from Dream I TellYouFor years Hlne Cixous has been writing down fragments of her dreamsimmediately after awaking. In Dream I Tell You she collects fifty from thepast ten years. Cixouss accounts of her dreamscapes resist standardpsychoanalytic interpretations and reflect her lyrical affecting and deeplypersonal style. The dreams reproduced in what Cixous calls both their bruteand innocent state are infused with Cixouss humor wit and sense ofplayfulness.Dreams have always been a crucial part of Cixouss writing. They are herarchives and it is with them that she writes. Without dreaming Cixous writesI would crumble to dust. As in many of her other texts Cixouss motherfather daughter and friends populate this work which offers artistic andprovocative meditations on the themes of family death and resurrection.Scenes of a daily lifegetting a haircut caring for her child preparing forworkbecome beautifully and evocatively skewed in Cixouss dreams. She alsowrites of dreams both amusing and unsettling in which she spends an eveningwith Martin Heidegger has her lunch quietly interrupted by a young lion fleesthe Nazis and tours Auschwitz.The you of the title is fellow philosopher and friend Jacques Derrida towhom these texts are addressed. The book reflects on many of the subjects thetwo grappled with in their work and in conversation the deconstruction ofpsychoanalysis literary production subjectivity sexual difference and thequestion of friendship. «