A review by wynter
Água Viva by Clarice Lispector

2.0

I had same issues with this book as I had with The Breath of Life. It felt like Lispector just rambled on and on about nothing. There were some nice, imaginative paragraphs within, but they were diluted between empty fillers that caused no emotions in me. I think self-exploratory books like this are just not for me. I like artsy writing, but I also need some kind of plot - at least a thin thread to hold on to, - that would justify me spending time on somebody's personal reflections.

I am looking forward to The Passion According to G.H. that apparently has a definite "backbone". But so far its 2 out and only 1 in for Lispector.