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Une femme
by Annie Ernaux
4.5
Il me semble que j'écris sur ma mère pour, à mon tour, la mettre au monde.
-I believe I am writing about my mother because it is my turn to bring her into the world.
In this earnest, heartfelt and touching memoir, Ernaux sketches her mother one line at a time; her weaknesses as well as her virtues.
My mother died...
She writes about her mother because she is the only woman who really meant something to her.
I shall never hear the sound of her voice again. It was her voice, together with her words, her hands, and her way of moving and laughing, which linked the woman I am to the child I once was.
I wish I could have written about my own mother in such a beautiful and affectionate way.
Il me semble que j'écris sur ma mère pour, à mon tour, la mettre au monde.
-I believe I am writing about my mother because it is my turn to bring her into the world.
In this earnest, heartfelt and touching memoir, Ernaux sketches her mother one line at a time; her weaknesses as well as her virtues.
My mother died...
She writes about her mother because she is the only woman who really meant something to her.
I shall never hear the sound of her voice again. It was her voice, together with her words, her hands, and her way of moving and laughing, which linked the woman I am to the child I once was.
I wish I could have written about my own mother in such a beautiful and affectionate way.