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3.93 AVERAGE
3.93 AVERAGE
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okuduğum ilk annie ernaux kitabı. son olmayacak gibi :)
"çocukken benim için lüks, kürk mantolar, uzun elbiseler ve deniz kıyısındaki villalardı. daha sonra, bunun entelektüel bir yaşam sürmek olduğuna inandım. şimdi bana öyle geliyor ki lüks aynı zamanda, bir erkeğe ya da bir kadına olan tutkuyu yaşayabilmektir."
"çocukken benim için lüks, kürk mantolar, uzun elbiseler ve deniz kıyısındaki villalardı. daha sonra, bunun entelektüel bir yaşam sürmek olduğuna inandım. şimdi bana öyle geliyor ki lüks aynı zamanda, bir erkeğe ya da bir kadına olan tutkuyu yaşayabilmektir."
4.5/ A propulsive rhapsody focusing on the pain and longing of obsessive love and passion. Ernaux captures the vibes wholly— so many quotable passages.
emotional
medium-paced
emotional
reflective
fast-paced
As a writer, how do you use your words to save you from the passage of time, from the unrelenting devotion to (an idea of) somebody, from spoiling your body and mind with pleasures bound to sow poison?
I wish I knew better French to read the original, for I’m sure that with all the language’s many tenses, the battle in reconstructing a memory, a time centered on somebody else, is even more complex than in that written in the English translation.
I wish I knew better French to read the original, for I’m sure that with all the language’s many tenses, the battle in reconstructing a memory, a time centered on somebody else, is even more complex than in that written in the English translation.
bought this from a tiny little local independent bookshop in rural highland scotland. great read tbh and i was drawn to this mostly because of the minimalist edition i got and that annie ernaux won the nobel prize for literature.
a short book about her 2 year affair with a married man, it was nothing short of vulnerable, yet bluntly direct and a hit in the face. i read through this in about an hour, and by the time i got to the end of the actual story section (ernaux dubs this the “past”) i was asking questions like: ok so what’s the point of this? what is there to takeaway from this story about your affair? and i think it was answered perfectly in the “present” or epilogue of the book. ernaux’s vulnerability about her deep desire and passion towards A. may seem overdramatic and indignified. however i argue that one’s passion/desire no matter how insignificant or shameful to others can mean a lot to oneself and rightfully so, barring judgement. ernaux writes about her desire so well, and the impact which people have on our lives no matter how insignificant they may have seemed.
“when i was a child, luxury was fur coats, evening dresses, and villas by the sea. later on, i thought it meant leading the life of an intellectual. now i feel that it is also being able to live out a passion for a man or a woman.”
a short book about her 2 year affair with a married man, it was nothing short of vulnerable, yet bluntly direct and a hit in the face. i read through this in about an hour, and by the time i got to the end of the actual story section (ernaux dubs this the “past”) i was asking questions like: ok so what’s the point of this? what is there to takeaway from this story about your affair? and i think it was answered perfectly in the “present” or epilogue of the book. ernaux’s vulnerability about her deep desire and passion towards A. may seem overdramatic and indignified. however i argue that one’s passion/desire no matter how insignificant or shameful to others can mean a lot to oneself and rightfully so, barring judgement. ernaux writes about her desire so well, and the impact which people have on our lives no matter how insignificant they may have seemed.
“when i was a child, luxury was fur coats, evening dresses, and villas by the sea. later on, i thought it meant leading the life of an intellectual. now i feel that it is also being able to live out a passion for a man or a woman.”
emotional
reflective
fast-paced
reflective
slow-paced
If I hadn’t known this won the Nobel Prize in literature, I might have enjoyed it more. As it is it feels a bit like “oh is that it.”. Nicely written, but nothing to write home about at all.