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fizzah 's review for:
The Hour of the Star
by Clarice Lispector
3.5 - I couldn't figure out how the parallel stories of the erratic narrator and the naive Macabea went together, but I did find Lispector's writing poetic:
"She'd never forget that when they first met he'd called her 'missy,' he'd made her a somebody. Since she was a somebody, she'd even bought a pink lipstick."
"But I also think she was crying because, through the music, she might have guessed there were other ways of feeling, there were more delicate existences and even a certain luxury of soul."
"When she woke up she no longer knew who she was. Only later did she think with satisfaction: I’m a typist and a virgin, and I like coca-cola. Only then did she dress herself in herself, she spent the rest of her day obediently playing the role of being."
" 'I think I don't need to conquer in life.' "
"His dream was to have money to do exactly what he wanted: nothing."
"Who hasn't ever wondered: Am I a monster or is this what it means to be a person?"
"I'll miss myself so bad when I die."
"She'd never forget that when they first met he'd called her 'missy,' he'd made her a somebody. Since she was a somebody, she'd even bought a pink lipstick."
"But I also think she was crying because, through the music, she might have guessed there were other ways of feeling, there were more delicate existences and even a certain luxury of soul."
"When she woke up she no longer knew who she was. Only later did she think with satisfaction: I’m a typist and a virgin, and I like coca-cola. Only then did she dress herself in herself, she spent the rest of her day obediently playing the role of being."
" 'I think I don't need to conquer in life.' "
"His dream was to have money to do exactly what he wanted: nothing."
"Who hasn't ever wondered: Am I a monster or is this what it means to be a person?"
"I'll miss myself so bad when I die."