ennakkoon 's review for:

The Passion According to G.H. by Clarice Lispector

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"I know that if I abandoned what was a life entirely organized around hope, I know that abandoning all that–in favor of a wider thing which is being alive–abandoning all that hurts like separating from a child not yet born. Hope is a child not yet born, only promised, and that bruises."

"But I know that at the same time I want and no longer want to contain myself. It's like death throes: some thing in death wants to break free and yet fears letting go of the safety of the body. I know it is dangerous to speak of the lack of hope, but listen–a deep alchemy is happening in me, and it was in the fire of hell that it was forged. And it gives me the greatest right: to err."

A labor to get through but the ending was rewarding. Felt like the author's own personal dealings with self, persona and being.