The Society Of Reluctant Dreamers

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Dreaming.  I have a dream, Martin Luther King.  Below are just a few paragraphs of this great man’s dream (for the full text and audio see https://americanrhetoric.com/speeches/mlkihaveadream.htm)

I say to you today, my friends, so even though we face the difficulties of today and tomorrow, I still have a dream.  It is a dream deeply rooted in the American dream.

I have a dream that one day this nation will rise up and live out the true meaning of its creed:  “We hold these truths to be self-evident; that all men are created equal.”

I have a dream that one day on the red hills of Georgia the sons of former slaves and the sons of former slave owners will be able to sit down together at the table of brotherhood.

There is also the hymn ‘I have a dream’ to the tune Repton in CH4 710 see https://hymnary.org/hymn/CH4/710

There are also songs for instance ‘I dreamed a dream’.  With that, Susan Boyle wowed the USA

See… https://www.smoothradio.com/features/the-story-of/i-dreamed-a-dream-lyrics-meaning-susan-boyle/

But today I am looking at a book. One written by Jose Eduardo Agualusa.  “The Society of Reluctant Dreamers”.

Jose today (Friday 23rd August 2019)  is the Angolan star for The Society of Reluctant Dreamers, spoke about his surreal new novel which asks what understanding dreams could do for our waking lives.

Part of the text is written in the first tense and strange as it may seem that is what I tend to do.

Dan the Chair of the meeting asked Jose to open the talk.   He started by reading part of his book in Portuguese.   A short extract and the words that I could discern were few.   Just the names of the key character and his job.  Surprisingly just the words, Daniel and Journalist.

Then, thankfully Daniel Hahn (his interpreter) read the same text in English.   I must admit I do prefer Scottish but the E word is close enough.  The first bit is about Daniel. As you can see amusingly there are two Dans on stage supporting Jose.

This next bit is a teaser from the cover of the book.

“While swimming in the waters of the Rainbow Hotel Daniel Benchimel finds a Waterproof camera, floating seemingly lost in the sea.

He goes on to discover that the camera belongs to Moira, a Mozambican artist famous for a series of photos depicting her own dreams.

On seeing the images Daniel realises that Moira is also the mysterious woman whom he has been dreaming about repeatedly.

The two meet, and Daniel becomes involved in an unusual dream experiment with a Brazilian neuroscientist, who’s working with Moira to film and photograph people’s dreams’

Thinking aloud here but that could conjure up some bizarre images, film and photography.

I now move on to the second reading which will have my observations with interruptions based on two couples.  The interruptions will be bold italics and therefore will not refer to the content of the book

That is in the packed Baillie Gifford theatre, there are two couples. One couple sitting in the back row and the other in the middle row.  I am at the back and I can hardly miss the couple in front.  They sit in the middle row as I look onto the platform.  However,  the couple on the back row were affectionate to each other. Their fingers gently caressing each other’s face and neck.

It is good to see such a gentle display of affection of another human being one to another.  Now onto the story in Jose’s book.

Part of chapter 16

The text,  a letter dated Sunday 17th July 2016

I wake up and say my name out aloud:

‘My name is Apolonio Kalley. I am the son of Pedro Kaley and Mario Joao Epalanga.’

Then I recall the names of my poor children and wife.  I try to remember all my cousins’ names.  There are twenty-two of them and I can’t always do it.  Only then do I get up.  I live in terror of one day waking up and not knowing who I am.  Imagine,  any old guy, he imagined he’s had his eyes ripped out’

The red-headed lady in the middle row looked concerned her eyes stirred protectively to her lover.  She gently massaged the back of his neck.

We’re going to give him a name and an occupation, to make things easier.  For example: Sebastido Eusebio, farmer, though he’s now blind.   Some people have ripped his eyes out, could be a knife, could be a tea spoon, the guy’s still Sebastiao Eusebio, farmer though he’s now blind

The lady had a concerned countenance.   Eyes concentrated, you could feel the burning concern.  She fingered and massaged the back of his neck.  Her fingers gliding over his skin moving to both sides of his face.  A measure to intercept any arrows of the past.  A measure to relax and put her lover at ease.

The text in the book continues, various parts of the body are mutilated but he still is Sebastio Eusebio, a farmer though he’s minus another or many other parts of his body.

During each bit of the reading, the lover gently intervenes, applying a massage of intervention to the man in the middle row.

I am skipping a lot of the text here and moving on…

‘… Let’s try ripping out not parts of his body, which is easy enough’

The young man on the back row was just lovingly applying his fingers gently to the lady he loved.

‘….  You just need a firm hand, some practice and a  certain alienation of the spirit.   We’re going to be tearing out his memories.

I could see the sharpness of the ladies eyes in the middle row and her fingers started the massage again.

‘First we’re going to rip out the image of his mother pounding corn with other women, while they sing;  Then the happy memory of playing with his siblings and sugar cane in the field…”

‘This man who has never been a boy, is this man still Sebastido?’

The red-headed lady is busy,  one could nearly see the tears in her heart, she massages her lover’s neck, his face and gently massages his neck again.

On the back row.  The young man is giving the young lady a gentle massage and she smiles with every gentle touch.

In the middle row, the man, his neck vibrates for what appears to be a while. To the rescue, a healing massage, fingers on the neck.  They glide across his face as if a healing fairy.  A woman, to the rescue.  To protect her lover from his pain.  The neck vibrations and her healing fingers stop.  The storm has passed.

if you wish to read more of the book you can buy the book “The Society of Reluctant Dreamers” by Jose Eduardo Agualusa online you can do so here.  We receive no commission nor affiliate income in using this link to Amazon.

 

 

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