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3.68 AVERAGE
3.68 AVERAGE
emotional
fast-paced
Estoy leyendo y re-leyendo a Annie Ernaux y estoy viendo y reviviendo la conmovedora inteligencia de esta autora que nos descubre lo íntimo para que descubramos lo político.
informative
reflective
fast-paced
Lo peor de la vergüenza es que uno cree que es el único en sentirla.
Tal vez todo esto no sea más que una ilusión, pero no puedo poner en duda que lo sentí. El recuerdo es también una experiencia».
Tal vez todo esto no sea más que una ilusión, pero no puedo poner en duda que lo sentí. El recuerdo es también una experiencia».
emotional
reflective
slow-paced
Es el primer libro que leo de esta autora, así que no estoy muy acostumbrada a su estilo de escribir. Aún así me ha gustado bastante, es un libro para leer tranquilamente y quiero leer más libros de ella.
45: Shame by Annie Ernaux
This was a sweet and rather short bit from Nobel Prize winner Annie Ernaux, rooted in an event from 1952 that changed her and her life in many ways. The book opens: “My father tried to kill my mother, one Sunday in June, in the early afternoon.”
Actually, my fondness for the book—weird thing to say after sharing that first line, I realize—started brewing with its epigram even before that: “Language is not truth. It is the way we exist in the world. –Paul Auster, The Invention of Solitude. (I have long appreciated Paul Auster's writing and voice...miss it lately.)
In Shame Ernaux writes about that incident and upon reflection years later, considering—it seems—what she any better understands about it “now,” which is much later in her own life and it having been lived since then and to the best of her abilities. She aims to situate this event in and as well as aims to situate this event and its immediate repercussions in and amongst the other nearby events and experiences and learning contexts of her life at that point in time, sort of zooming in from far down the road to figure out this incident’s impact on other things near and far.
It’s a short book but a deeply thoughtful and thought-filled—dense, even—read…especially the more I reflect on it. I was trying really hard to write yesterday, rather than read (this is a severely challenging for me transition to make), yet when I did pause in writing to recharge the battery (both literal and figurative, I gather!), I found that Ernaux did in this very book much as I had just done those last hours, which is to write about childhood memories and education in a general and specific sense. Interesting!
(This is not a new book--published in 1999, I believe--but the very next audiobook I started this morning, The Body Keeps the Score, leads with the statistic that, "Trauma happens to us...one out of eight has witnessed their mother being hit." Ernaux might somehow be comforted by that...or wish to read this book herself.)
This was a sweet and rather short bit from Nobel Prize winner Annie Ernaux, rooted in an event from 1952 that changed her and her life in many ways. The book opens: “My father tried to kill my mother, one Sunday in June, in the early afternoon.”
Actually, my fondness for the book—weird thing to say after sharing that first line, I realize—started brewing with its epigram even before that: “Language is not truth. It is the way we exist in the world. –Paul Auster, The Invention of Solitude. (I have long appreciated Paul Auster's writing and voice...miss it lately.)
In Shame Ernaux writes about that incident and upon reflection years later, considering—it seems—what she any better understands about it “now,” which is much later in her own life and it having been lived since then and to the best of her abilities. She aims to situate this event in and as well as aims to situate this event and its immediate repercussions in and amongst the other nearby events and experiences and learning contexts of her life at that point in time, sort of zooming in from far down the road to figure out this incident’s impact on other things near and far.
It’s a short book but a deeply thoughtful and thought-filled—dense, even—read…especially the more I reflect on it. I was trying really hard to write yesterday, rather than read (this is a severely challenging for me transition to make), yet when I did pause in writing to recharge the battery (both literal and figurative, I gather!), I found that Ernaux did in this very book much as I had just done those last hours, which is to write about childhood memories and education in a general and specific sense. Interesting!
(This is not a new book--published in 1999, I believe--but the very next audiobook I started this morning, The Body Keeps the Score, leads with the statistic that, "Trauma happens to us...one out of eight has witnessed their mother being hit." Ernaux might somehow be comforted by that...or wish to read this book herself.)
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Annie Ernaux's writing style is quickly becoming one of my favourites <3
Annie Ernaux's writing style is quickly becoming one of my favourites <3
emotional
reflective
slow-paced
“Lo peor de la vergüenza es que uno cree que es el único en sentirla.”
La vergüenza, impresionante obra de Annie Ernaux. Le tenía mucha fe y altas expectativas desde antes de leerlo. Mi intuición fue acertada y quedé absorta entre sus páginas.
Annie transmite a través de sus páginas una parte muy determinante de su vida y lo hace desde una manera muy sincera y explícita. Es fácil sentir empatía.
Desde su vida, personal, familiar, social, siendo aquel domingo de junio el hecho principal de la historia, cómo ha marcado su vida y cómo hay una pequeña parte de eso en todo lo que prosigue.
Hay algunos relatos que me parecieron demasiado detallados y hacían que se perdieran u opacaran sucesos más relevantes y se alejaban un poco del hilo de la historia.
Es el primer libro que leo de Annie Ernaux y no puedo esperar seguir conectando con ella.
Content Warnings
Moderate: Domestic abuse, Violence
Minor: War