A review by bohoautumn
Love, Again by Doris Lessing

3.0

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One doesn't read Doris Lessing for plot or action. She's read for well-formed characters on emotional journeys. And then the reader is gifted with her mastery of psychological insight. In the latter, she's a modern-day Eliot.

Love, Again (1996) isn't my favourite, but nevertheless Lessing still managed to make me feel. And not in the obvious ways. Not in grief for the dying or sadness for unrequited love. Instead, for the in-between emotions. The states of turmoil, confusion, and even numbness, that occur in the space of two people's silence, or when one is alone reflecting one's life.

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