A review by topfife
Água Viva by Clarice Lispector

5.0

“On the edge of beatitude”, indeed.

A barrage of instants to accumulate a whole, or a hole. Proof of life and living.

Slow and speedy, intricate negotiations of the inner-outer. At times overwhelming, at times unexpectedly warm and hopeful.

I am left feeling like the oyster Lispector has squirted lemon on.