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andybookreader's review against another edition
5.0
Quando la tristezza guida uno scrittore ne esce sempre qualcosa di interessante. Quando è la perdita di un figlio a governare la penna non c’è lacrima che tenga e la Aidt mette tutta se stessa in queste pagine intrise di dolore.
Se avete matto la Fallaci in “lettera a un bambino mai nato” vi piacerà di sicuro.
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A mio avviso è uno dei romanzi più potenti che abbia mai letto. Bello Bello.
Se avete matto la Fallaci in “lettera a un bambino mai nato” vi piacerà di sicuro.
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A mio avviso è uno dei romanzi più potenti che abbia mai letto. Bello Bello.
marieandthebooks's review against another edition
4.0
This book is broken and beautiful.
But as with all things human, it has it's flaws.
There is a story here hidden between many other things, the story about Carl and the events that led to his death, and the broken mother he leaves behind. That's the beautiful part.
The broken part shows itsself through fragmented pieces of quotes from other authors, from fonts that change from new times roman to typewriter, from size 8 to size 16, from bold to kursive, from small words on pages to SHOUTING ALL CAPS! It's mixed with quotes from family members, diary entries and memories that drown out the real story. I get it, it's artsy. And it works 50% of the time. The rest of the time it's too much and not engaging enough.
This book could have been a novella and I would have adored it just the same, maybe even more.
But as with all things human, it has it's flaws.
There is a story here hidden between many other things, the story about Carl and the events that led to his death, and the broken mother he leaves behind. That's the beautiful part.
The broken part shows itsself through fragmented pieces of quotes from other authors, from fonts that change from new times roman to typewriter, from size 8 to size 16, from bold to kursive, from small words on pages to SHOUTING ALL CAPS! It's mixed with quotes from family members, diary entries and memories that drown out the real story. I get it, it's artsy. And it works 50% of the time. The rest of the time it's too much and not engaging enough.
This book could have been a novella and I would have adored it just the same, maybe even more.
adastraperlibros's review against another edition
4.0
"Grief is // a // fucking prison."
When Death Takes Something from You Give It Back, translated from the Danish by Denise Newman, is Naja Marie Aidt's account of the sudden loss of her 25 year old son Carl. Much like the experience of grief itself, the text is heavily fragmented. In turns poetry, journal, and essay, Aidt flits between the night she learned of Carl's accident, her memories of his childhood, and the weeks and months following his death.
Time comes crashing to a halt at the moment of the accident. Past, present, and future collapse in on one another as Aidt, and by extension her readers, grasps at nothingness, trying to find a foothold of meaning in the heartbreak. In addition to the personal account of her own loss, Aidt also situates herself within a canon of bereavement literature, pulling quotes from the likes of Joan Didion and Plato to make a more meta commentary on grief from a cultural perspective.
I'm not sure whether to call this book a memoir structured like poetry or poetry structured like a memoir, but either way it was truly devastating.
dw23's review against another edition
4.0
this made my heart ache bro. talks about grief and love so well.
herhorizon's review against another edition
dark
reflective
sad
medium-paced
4.5
Content Warnings
Graphic: Death and Grief
Moderate: Drug use, Homophobia, Mental illness, Medical trauma, Schizophrenia/Psychosis , and Injury/Injury detail
mexigingerale's review against another edition
dark
emotional
reflective
sad
5.0
Utrolig smuk og rørende bog sorg, hvad det betyder at miste et barn og at skulle leve videre efter det.
Græd flere ganger under læsning af den, da den simpelthen er så velskreven at det var svært ikke at føle en del af hendes sorg og relatere den til ens egen.
Græd flere ganger under læsning af den, da den simpelthen er så velskreven at det var svært ikke at føle en del af hendes sorg og relatere den til ens egen.
fatimaomar's review against another edition
5.0
Roubaud writes:
To cling to death as such, to recognize it as a real hunger, has meant admitting that there is in language, in all of its constructions, something over which I have no control.
To cling to death as such, to recognize it as a real hunger, has meant admitting that there is in language, in all of its constructions, something over which I have no control.