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paeandbooks 's review for:
The Days of Abandonment
by Elena Ferrante
Imagine being married for 15 years, have 2 children and put of nowhere, the partner expressed to be separated. Totally out of the blue.
“One April afternoon, right after lunch, my husband announced that he wanted to leave me. He did it while we were clearing the table; the children were quarreling as usual in the next room, the dog was dreaming, growling beside the radiator. “
The way Olga, the woman handled the separation with Mario seems composed enough at first. She pondered for hints of things go wrong, any clue, and Mario has been awardee the free out-of-relationship before. When she learned that Mario left her for much, much younger woman (imagine the husband gotta take care of kids while the new woman had an exam), her demeanor changed. The growing bitterness and pettiness continues as she tried so hard to get a grip on her life again.
“Something in my senses wasn’t working. An interruption of feeling, of feelings. Sometimes I abandoned myself to it, at times I was frightened…I didn’t know how to find answers to the question marks, every possible answer seemed absurd. I was lost in the where am I, in the what am I doing.”
In her process, she fell into deep depression, a long tunnel, lost in the abyss, costs a lot of smiles, including her children’s.
A short read, less than 200 pages, but yet it punched me in the heart. Thanks Fadhilah for pushing me to finish this because now, we can punch the wall together.
“One April afternoon, right after lunch, my husband announced that he wanted to leave me. He did it while we were clearing the table; the children were quarreling as usual in the next room, the dog was dreaming, growling beside the radiator. “
The way Olga, the woman handled the separation with Mario seems composed enough at first. She pondered for hints of things go wrong, any clue, and Mario has been awardee the free out-of-relationship before. When she learned that Mario left her for much, much younger woman (imagine the husband gotta take care of kids while the new woman had an exam), her demeanor changed. The growing bitterness and pettiness continues as she tried so hard to get a grip on her life again.
“Something in my senses wasn’t working. An interruption of feeling, of feelings. Sometimes I abandoned myself to it, at times I was frightened…I didn’t know how to find answers to the question marks, every possible answer seemed absurd. I was lost in the where am I, in the what am I doing.”
In her process, she fell into deep depression, a long tunnel, lost in the abyss, costs a lot of smiles, including her children’s.
A short read, less than 200 pages, but yet it punched me in the heart. Thanks Fadhilah for pushing me to finish this because now, we can punch the wall together.