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4.04 AVERAGE
4.04 AVERAGE
funny
reflective
slow-paced
Plot or Character Driven:
Character
Strong character development:
Complicated
Loveable characters:
Complicated
Diverse cast of characters:
No
Flaws of characters a main focus:
Yes
Guau, narrador exigente, con el don de un cuchillo bien afilado. No podría clasificar esto como humor a pesar de que me haya reído casi en cada página. Mordacidad constante, pobre chica… Vejatoria y piadosa al mismo tiempo con aquellos seres insignificantes que habitan la tierra, abandonados, casi castigados por el libre albedrío, aun con sus escasos soplos de vida.
«Sí, estoy apasionado por Macabea, mi querida Maca, apasionado por su fealdad y su anonimato total, pues ella no existe para nadie. Apasionado por sus pulmones frágiles, la delgaducha. Yo quisiera que ella abriese la boca para decir:
–Estoy sola en el mundo y no creo en nadie, todos mienten, a veces hasta en la hora del amor, yo no veo que una persona hable con otra, la verdad solo me llega cuando estoy sola.
Sin embargo, Maca jamás dijo frases, en primer lugar porque era parca de palabras. Además, no tenía conciencia de sí y no reclamaba nada, incluso pensaba que era feliz. No se trataba de una idiota, pero tenía la felicidad pura de los idiotas. Tampoco se prestaba atención a sí misma: ella no sabía.»
«Sí, estoy apasionado por Macabea, mi querida Maca, apasionado por su fealdad y su anonimato total, pues ella no existe para nadie. Apasionado por sus pulmones frágiles, la delgaducha. Yo quisiera que ella abriese la boca para decir:
–Estoy sola en el mundo y no creo en nadie, todos mienten, a veces hasta en la hora del amor, yo no veo que una persona hable con otra, la verdad solo me llega cuando estoy sola.
Sin embargo, Maca jamás dijo frases, en primer lugar porque era parca de palabras. Además, no tenía conciencia de sí y no reclamaba nada, incluso pensaba que era feliz. No se trataba de una idiota, pero tenía la felicidad pura de los idiotas. Tampoco se prestaba atención a sí misma: ella no sabía.»
dark
reflective
sad
medium-paced
A short, but intricate story about the madness that is life.
mysterious
relaxing
slow-paced
Plot or Character Driven:
Character
Strong character development:
Complicated
Loveable characters:
Complicated
Flaws of characters a main focus:
Yes
challenging
sad
fast-paced
Plot or Character Driven:
Character
Strong character development:
No
Loveable characters:
Complicated
Diverse cast of characters:
No
Flaws of characters a main focus:
Yes
dark
sad
fast-paced
Read this in preparation for a Brazil trip. It was NOT for me.
It was a very unpleasant read. The author made a fictional narrator to comment on everything that was going on in the book and to explain over and over again how pathetic and hapless the main character was. Basically the main character (Macabea) comes from a poor, rural part of Brazil and has gotten a job in Rio through the help of a family member. But she's not educated, not smart, not pretty, not well nourished, not self-confident or self-aware (as the narrator constantly tells us). She has a small life, doesn't understand what happens around her, is abused or ignored by everyone, and then she dies.
The writing style is overly convoluted and precious, the subject matter is depressing.
It was a very unpleasant read. The author made a fictional narrator to comment on everything that was going on in the book and to explain over and over again how pathetic and hapless the main character was. Basically the main character (Macabea) comes from a poor, rural part of Brazil and has gotten a job in Rio through the help of a family member. But she's not educated, not smart, not pretty, not well nourished, not self-confident or self-aware (as the narrator constantly tells us). She has a small life, doesn't understand what happens around her, is abused or ignored by everyone, and then she dies.
The writing style is overly convoluted and precious, the subject matter is depressing.
What a weird book. I was expecting to love it more than I did. I think the writing style confused me more than it interested me, and I lost out on the thematic elements. I got the broad strokes but, nothing really struck me as very profound.