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3.59 AVERAGE
3.59 AVERAGE
emotional
reflective
sad
slow-paced
this one was a bit difficult for me....especially as my first foray out of new narrative in quite a bit :) what's interesting though is that this also uses a collage technique, little fragments of memory that tell a story of distortion and violence and memory. it is so interesting the way duras uses pronouns and the way all the hes blend as well as the way the narration slips between first and third person. this book feels like a bunch of photographs strewn on a floor. i want to read it in french one day
emotional
reflective
sad
Il a arraché la robe, il la jette, il a arraché le petit slip de coton blanc et il la porte ainsi nue jusqu’au lit. Et alors il se tourne de l’autre côté du lit et il pleure.
Pour la mort, une seule complice, m’a mère.
Quelquefois je sais cela: que du moment que ce n’est pas, toutes choses confondues, aller à la vanité et au vent, écrire ce n’est rien.
L’alcool a rempli la fonction que Dieu n’a pas eue, il a eu aussi celle de me tuer, de tuer.
Nous sommes des amants. Nous ne pouvons pas nous arrêter d’aimer.
Pour la mort, une seule complice, m’a mère.
Quelquefois je sais cela: que du moment que ce n’est pas, toutes choses confondues, aller à la vanité et au vent, écrire ce n’est rien.
L’alcool a rempli la fonction que Dieu n’a pas eue, il a eu aussi celle de me tuer, de tuer.
Nous sommes des amants. Nous ne pouvons pas nous arrêter d’aimer.
challenging
dark
emotional
reflective
medium-paced
Plot or Character Driven:
Character
“He often weeps because he can't find the strength to love beyond fear.
His heroism is me, his cravenness is his father's money.”
Beautiful writing, Duras has a unique voice, a great retelling of her past, even if it has been altered greatly in her memory by time and experience
His heroism is me, his cravenness is his father's money.”
Beautiful writing, Duras has a unique voice, a great retelling of her past, even if it has been altered greatly in her memory by time and experience
reading this felt as though i was witnessing somebody else's hazy, fragmented nightmare blunt rotation
