A review by avajax
The Hour of the Star by Clarice Lispector

5.0

I quite enjoyed this.

You’ll feel a constant aching throughout this book, but despite the perpetual wade through layers of self and “the void”, felt incredible hopeful. Or maybe what hope has to be. The narrator’s self bleeding into Macabeá(and presumably Lispector’s into the narrator) is quite beautiful. I enjoyed the punctuation uses, which to the translators effort(see afterward) capture the Portuguese original’s uncanny yet clear intentions.

Oh Olímpico and Gloria.. You are just as much products of your time and will each have your hour too.

I can tell there’s a lot that went over my head. After a few years time and reading some of her other work I will probably pick this one back up.(explosion!)

This one I really do recommend if the interest strikes.