DIVING BELL AND THE BUTTERFLY BOOK

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The Diving Bell and the Butterfly: A Memoir of Life in Death [Jean-Dominique In the same way, he was able eventually to compose this extraordinary book. Editorial Reviews. tisidelaso.gq Review. We've all got our idiosyncrasies when it comes to The Diving Bell and the Butterfly by Jean-Dominique Bauby (Book Analysis): The Diving Bell and the Butterfly by Jean-Dominique Bauby (Book. The Diving Bell and the Butterfly is a memoir by journalist Jean-Dominique Bauby. It describes his life before and after suffering a massive stroke that left him with locked-in syndrome. The French edition of the book was published on March 7,


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The Diving Bell and the Butterfly book. Read reviews from the world's largest community for readers. 'Locked-in syndrome: paralysed from head to to. Jun 28, The Paperback of the The Diving Bell and the Butterfly by Jean-Dominique Bauby at Barnes & Noble. FREE Shipping on $ or more!. Feb 9, The reality behind The Diving Bell and the Butterfly surviving this "locked-in syndrome" (the diving bell in the book's title): he sees his children.

But there is a question even Bauby asks himself: Does all of this a novel make? Not even a decent It is, however, testament of the prognosis which questions the central Meaning of Life question.

Bauby finds personal beauty, even if he cannot do anything with it but blink it in code to his nurse since he is absolutely paralyzed. But this is no Anne Frank, however. This is no beauty pertaining to a person tra Prognosis: This is no beauty pertaining to a person trapped. I feel some but not complete pity for Mr. The tale this man tells is one of robbed mobility, but not of robbed dignity It bothered me a little that the editor of French Elle magazine, rich and powerful as he was, still alludes to and rubs in our faces his superiority, his nouveau riche lifestyle cars, trips, experiences Even though it did not answer the central What is Life About?

Can a healthy individual truly envy a "vegetable? View all 3 comments. Apr 24, Gregory Baird rated it it was amazing Shelves: It is with this single good eye that Bauby is able to communicate with the world, using an excruciatingly slow code of blinking that requires time, energy, and a great deal of attention and patience.

And it is also thanks to this one eye that we have this first-hand account, dictated by Bauby from his hospital bed, recounting the details of his life in the wake of tragedy. Far from being restricted by his condition, Bauby unleashes the full force of his literary capabilities which were quite estimable, considering that he was the editor of French Elle , leaving us with a wry, touching, and deeply affecting memoir that shines with descriptive flourishes and deep insights.

His perspective in the wake of tragedy is awe-inspiring and leaves the reader with a deep respect for his fortitude; truly, this is a man I would have loved to have had an opportunity to have a conversation with, just to try and absorb a small degree of his wisdom and experience. Bauby never curses his misfortune but focuses on getting by with the hand he was dealt.

To read his memoir is to get to know a truly extraordinary man whose spirit refused to be crushed and whose mind and imagination allowed him to survive in the most constrained of circumstances. And considering that Bauby packs a hefty punch in such a short page count, it is well worth the experience.

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View 1 comment. View 2 comments. Oct 20, Will Byrnes rated it it was amazing Shelves: Jean-Dominique Baube, the forty-something editor of Elle magazine in Paris, husband, father, was stricken by a rare brain disease. After several weeks in a coma he awoke to find that he was a prisoner inside his own body, with control over only his left eye, and motion limited to twisting his head left and right, somewhat. Yet this man managed, with help, to not only maintain his sanity and his optimism, but his appreciation of beauty and his sense of humor.

This is a case in which imagination i Jean-Dominique Baube, the forty-something editor of Elle magazine in Paris, husband, father, was stricken by a rare brain disease. The guy wrote a book using little more than his left eye blinking code to an interpreter. This is not at all a depressing memoir.

It is inspiring. In fact it is one of the most positive, uplifting things I have ever read. View all 9 comments.

Sep 20, Duane rated it really liked it Shelves: He could only move his left eyelid. For my part, I would have preferred to have died instantly than to have suffered what Mr. Bauby suffered. But we don't always get to choose, and to his credit he seems to have made the best of his situation.

He did write this book after all, but only by dictating it one letter at a time by blinking his left eyelid. You can find inspiration in this book, you can find beauty; it just doesn't mask the tragedy and the suffering. The Diving Bell and the Butterfly Locked-in-syndrome: I find it hard to imagine a condition that's worse than this one.

People who suffer a stroke, are at a risk to suffer from this condition luckily, mostly not this bad. Is there still dignity in a life like this? The writer of this memoir, suffered from this condition, and was only able to move one eye. His left eye. Needless to say this was a powerful read. Its popularity is partly due to the fact that this book was made into a successful movie.

However, there's a similar memoir that is not as well known as this one, and which I thought was much better and more powerful: Only The Eyes Say Yes: A Love Story. View all 10 comments. Apr 06, Cassy rated it really liked it Recommends it for: Those seeking the perfect balance of sadness and beauty. Recommended to Cassy by: I started a job recently and was overwhelmed by the different ways I could insure myself and loved ones against horrible tidings.

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I called my husband to discuss my selections. He was aghast. Cassy, this seems excessive. We need some money left over in your pay check to download food. Or we will indeed die early. Of hunger. But what if I die? What if you die? What if the baby dies? I cannot move anything except I can blink my left eyelid. I could write the most beautiful, poignant memoir packed into a concise pages by blinking that one good eye to select letters when the alphabet is read aloud to me over and over by a very patient soul.

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This could happen to me. Or to you. This happened to Jean-Dominique Bauby. Read this. Not during benefits enrollment. But read this. View all 7 comments. May 12, Jasmine rated it it was amazing Recommends it for: Definitely Everyone. This book involves 28 short stories, or you can say, pieces of memory from the former editor of French Elle magazine, Jean-Dominique Bauby, who was permanently paralyzed after a severe stroke. His only way of communication was by blinking his left eye and that was how he patiently spelled this book out.

As he put it, and I firmly believed in him, that his main task was to "compose the first of these bedridden travel notes so that I shall be ready when my publisher's emissary arrives to take my This book involves 28 short stories, or you can say, pieces of memory from the former editor of French Elle magazine, Jean-Dominique Bauby, who was permanently paralyzed after a severe stroke.

As he put it, and I firmly believed in him, that his main task was to "compose the first of these bedridden travel notes so that I shall be ready when my publisher's emissary arrives to take my dictation, letter by letter.

In my head I churn over every sentence ten times, delete a word, add an adjective, and learn my text by heart, paragraph by paragraph. What made it precious for me is how detailed Jean-Dominique depicted of what he saw, what he heard despite his serious hearing disorder , and most important of all, what he felt. He was suddenly forced to embrace his "new life" after the misfortune, but it's rather impressive that he didn't think so sometimes.

Although I could feel the helplessness in his voice and the eagerness of freedom when he was comfined to an unfamiliar wheelchair--just like a diving bell waiting to be opened up--there were times he really enjoyed himself in spite of his disability.

In a nutshell, he chose to be a carefree butterfly , making his spirit live on forever without burden and pain. Therefore, he kind of reminded us to know and cherish such blessing since we never know how precious it is until we lose it. Lastly, The Diving Bell and the Butterfly is definitely a must-read in life and I highly recommend it to everyone.

The original version is in French, Le Scaphandre et le Papillon , and I found the translation one captured his meanings pretty well.

The Diving Bell and the Butterfly: A Memoir of Life in Death

By the way, I can't put an end to this review without quoting something worth valuing, so here it is: View all 11 comments. Sep 11, Muhammad Shakhawat rated it it was amazing Shelves: I just saw the movie adaptation last Friday, the day before my father-in-law passed away: I actually found the movie much darker than the book itself, which I read when it first came out in English.

As the book's from his perspective, we are spared the experience of the silence and loneliness he is encased in. The movie, in contrast, depicts just how terrifying and I just saw the movie adaptation last Friday, the day before my father-in-law passed away: The movie, in contrast, depicts just how terrifying and isolating locked-in syndrome is, how claustrophobic and powerless the person who is afflicted becomes despite no deficit in cognitive ability, how he must have yelled inside only to appear silent and unresponsive.

Truly a living hell. So it was interesting to compare the vivid, active, articulate world he presents us with in his book with the walls he faced in connecting with others who simply lacked the patience to "listen" to him and see he was still so much present.

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Perhaps the most powerful contrast in the movie, which I don't remember but may be depicted in the book, is the polar responses of the mother of his children, who visited him almost every week and loved him despite all the pain he'd caused her, and his lover just before his stroke, who never had the courage to visit him in his enfeebled state, but said she was always "with him" in spirit, though he was able to communicate to her, "chaque jour j'attends": I knew then that I would choose to be the kind of person who was there for those I loved despite my fears and stress, not the one who was there in spirit but not in person.

The lover was a coward. Her selfish desire to cling to the healthy Bauby was, for me, inexcusable. Se behaved as if he'd already died, when this book clearly shows he was perhaps never more lucid about his connection to the world. When I first heard about it I did not think it would be the sort of thing I would be interested in reading and definately not the sort of thing I would be interested in watching having heard it had recently been turned into a film.

One of my best friends, a man who is a great deal more sensitive and open minded than I could ever hope to be asked me if i'd read it. You would have to have a hard heart to watch Julian Schnabel's new film, The Diving Bell and the Butterfly , without at least coming close to shedding a few tears.

It tells the remarkable story of Jean-Dominique Bauby, the glamorous editor-in-chief of French Elle, left paralysed apart from one blinking, roving eye following a catastrophic illness.

Disaster strikes in December Bauby leans back on his luxury headrest, eyes wide with fear, mouth twisting grossly.

He has had a cerebrovascular seizure, a type of stroke, which puts him in a coma for three weeks, and from which he emerges unable to talk, move or perform any of the basic functions of life. His children - he is given three in the film, though in reality he had just two - are shown struggling to behave normally. His daughters sing to him, but there seems little connection. In the film, based on Bauby's lyrical, best-selling memoir of the same name in French, Le scaphandre et le papillon , she is portrayed as a soulful nine-year-old who prays every night for her dad's recovery.

Now 20, she has vivid memories of life before her father's illness - "an amazing childhood"; cycle rides in the country; long weekend lunches; "perfect parents".

Then the illness. It is still a painful memory, this childish rejection. Bauby does not recover, but he finds a way of surviving this "locked-in syndrome" the diving bell in the book's title: Then, just days after publication of his memoir - dictated laboriously via , blinks of his left eye in response to a recited alphabet, his sole means of communication - Bauby suddenly dies, aged The film is a beautiful portrait of Bauby's extraordinary achievement in writing his book.

It also tells a far more ordinary, yet no less painful story, of a once happy family split apart by an affair - a heartbroken woman, a man in love, beset by guilt and the children they adore.

Because shortly before the stroke, Bauby had left his children and their mother for another woman. In flashbacks Bauby is shown rolling in the sand with his girlfriend; we see her splayed breast-bare on a bed. Even after the illness, Bauby's wandering left eye comes to rest on naked, sun-kissed legs, gaping blouses and a pair of full lips pursed in a blown kiss. I didn't know this side of him.Forty-three year old Elle magazine editor Jean-Dominique Bauby - Jean-Do to his friends - awakens not knowing where he is.

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