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3.91 AVERAGE
3.91 AVERAGE
I have mixed feelings about this one... It's hard to read, it's hard because Elena speaks to you in a way that it could be you. It is you. So it becomes scary at times, and obsessive. I give it 3 🌟 because bat one point it's too obsessive and I just want it to end.
Powerful, raw, cruel, scary, important.
Powerful, raw, cruel, scary, important.
https://booknation.ro/recenzie-zilele-abandonului-de-elena-ferrante-2/
dark
emotional
reflective
sad
fast-paced
Plot or Character Driven:
Character
Strong character development:
Yes
Loveable characters:
No
Diverse cast of characters:
No
Flaws of characters a main focus:
Yes
‘Then he assumed the blame for everything that www happening and closed the front door carefully behind him, leaving me turned ti stone beside the sink’
‘he looked at her as one looks from a gray area at a white wall struck by the sun’
‘drawn-out cries and laments that reached the piazza, as far as the palm trees with their long, arching branches, their fronds vibrating in fear’
‘A grief so gaudy began to repel me’
‘I didn’t like the impenetrable page, like a lowered blind. I liked light, air between the slats. I wanted to write stories full of breezes, of filtered rays where dust motes danced’
‘I went from using a refined language, attentive to the feelings of others, to a sarcastic way of expressing myself, punctuated by coarse laughter. Slowly, in spite of my resistance, I also gave in to obscenity’
‘I neglected myself, I didn’t comb my hair, or wash. How often did they fuck—I wondered, with unbearable pain—how, where’
‘And so even the very few people who still tried to help me withdrew in the end: it was difficult to put up with me’
‘They both went back to bed frightened at the idea that an untold number of other beasts from the park had climbed up to our apartment. They had trouble going back to sleep, and when they woke I saw they were different’
‘In those long hours I was the sentinel of grief, keeping watch along with a crowd of dead words’
‘if he could follow for a single day our life as it had become—disorderly, anxious, taut as a wire digging into the flesh’
‘imagining I was like the salamander, which can pass through fire without feeling pain’
‘Mario, I wrote, to give myself courage, had not taken away the world, he had taken away only himself’
‘Hold the commas, hold the periods. It’s not easy to go from the happy serenity if a romantic stroll to the chaos, to the incoherence of the world’
‘She opened her thighs, she bathed his prick, and imagined that she had thus baptised him, I baptise you with the holy water of the cunt’
‘For what could I do, I had lost everything, all of myself, all, irremediably’
‘Perhaps I had remained beautiful even if my husband had rolled up the sense of my beauty into a ball and thrown it into the wastebasket, like wrapping paper’
‘He moved aside the material, caressed my bare sex with his fingers, entered with his index finger, murmured again’
‘The chaotic sounds in my head struck decisive blows on the sack that I was: he vomited, I have a headache, bowwowow, react’
‘The ferocity of women, I had felt it in me since waking, in my flesh’
‘I was an obsolete wife, a cast-off body, my illness is only female life that has outlived its usefulness’
‘Olga marches down the hall, through the living room. She is decisive now, she will remedy things, even if the girl she has in her head is speaking to her in sugary tones’
‘If I had lived in the belief that I was the frontal Olga, others had always attributed to me the shifting, uncertain welding of the two profiles, an inclusive image that I knew nothing about’
‘I picked it up, examined it, looked around disoriented, noticed the ants. They ran in a line along the base of the bookcase, they had returned to besiege the house, perhaps they were the only black thread that held it together, that kept it from disintegrating completely’
‘even if, oh God, I was only a disjointed composition of sides, a forest of cubist figures unfamiliar even to myself’
‘I looked around, I saw the faeces black with blood, the ants, the dead body… It seemed to me brutal that Otto was lying there, I didn’t want the children to see him’
‘I wandered through the house, I tasted the connection between the spaces, touched objects’
‘I have to relearn—I said to myself—the tranquil pace of those who believe they know where they’re going and why’
‘What a complex foamy mixture a couple is. Even if the relationship shatters and ends, it continues to act in secret pathways, it doesn’t die, it doesn’t want to die’
‘I stretched a taut wire that pierced the days and I slid swiftly along it’
‘Or at least I wanted to see what remained of me, once he was removed’
‘He wanted me to understand that I no longer had to be frightened, that every moment could be narrated with all its reasons good and bad, that, in short, it was time to return to the solidity of the links that bind together spaces and times’
‘He was trying to communicate silently that, through his mysterious gift, he knew how to make meaning stronger, to invent a feeling of fullness and joy. I pretended to believe him and so we loved each other for a long time, in the days and months to come, quietly’
dark
emotional
reflective
sad
tense
fast-paced
Plot or Character Driven:
Character
Strong character development:
No
Loveable characters:
No
Diverse cast of characters:
No
Flaws of characters a main focus:
Complicated
emotional
reflective
medium-paced
Plot or Character Driven:
A mix
Strong character development:
N/A
Loveable characters:
N/A
Diverse cast of characters:
N/A
Flaws of characters a main focus:
Yes
Aidoma de melodramatică….dar cu un scop. Dacă un autor scrie despre personajul său că a înnebunit, și descrie asta în jumătate de pagină, dau din umeri și nu sunt convinsă. În schimb, când autorul insistă pe acest punct 80% din pagini, uneori devenind chiar enervant de repetitiv, înțelegi la maximum turmentul personajului. Scris vulgar pe alocuri, fapte total lipsite de rațiune; acestea ar fi motive de a critica un autor, însă nu sunt folosite decât pentru a construi imaginea unui om atât de imperfect, ieșit din țăndări. Per total, cartea ilustrează eficient una din fricile perpetuee ale oricărei femei. Se termină bine….apropo ;)
It’s too much. The animal abuse, the child neglect, the way she fixates on her husband having sex with someone else. It’s this endless cycle of her fixating on the sex her husband is having, her resenting her children, her spiraling, her wanting him back. It’s exhausting.
Content Warnings
Graphic: Animal cruelty, Child abuse
emotional
tense
fast-paced
Plot or Character Driven:
A mix
Strong character development:
Yes
Loveable characters:
No
Diverse cast of characters:
No
Flaws of characters a main focus:
Yes
What it is to completely lose yourself and slowly find it again. Ferrante shows the eloquent rage amd pain of abandonment
dark
emotional
reflective
sad
fast-paced
Plot or Character Driven:
Character
Strong character development:
Yes
Loveable characters:
Yes
Diverse cast of characters:
Yes
Flaws of characters a main focus:
No
Update: had to come back and give it 5 stars cause I think about this book at least 4 times a week.
This book was so insanely raw, at points I could feel the rage in her bones and her reactions were just so realistic? I think this will be one of those books that follow you around in life, just like the Poverella. A slow descent into madness, falling into nothing.
This book was so insanely raw, at points I could feel the rage in her bones and her reactions were just so realistic? I think this will be one of those books that follow you around in life, just like the Poverella. A slow descent into madness, falling into nothing.