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A review by blockofsoy
Água Viva by Clarice Lispector
1.0
"I don't know what I'm writing about..." Neither do I, to be honest.
This book gives off the premise that it's a philosophy-based read about life and death, and all that comes with it. The over-usage of metaphors in every single sentence takes away from the true meaning of what she's trying to say. The flow honestly feels like brain barf - she's writing whatever comes to her mind at the time, whether or not it makes sense. Most of the time, it ends up being the latter. The book started off with beautiful, almost poetic writing, and then I felt like I was descending into the brain of a madwoman. She's essentially saying the same things in each sentence on repeat: I exist in the present, I am alive, I'm going to die, and wow, the world is big. That's it. I skipped from page ~40ish to the next few pages and somehow it was still the exact same thing, just with different words.
Really didn't enjoy this one.
This book gives off the premise that it's a philosophy-based read about life and death, and all that comes with it. The over-usage of metaphors in every single sentence takes away from the true meaning of what she's trying to say. The flow honestly feels like brain barf - she's writing whatever comes to her mind at the time, whether or not it makes sense. Most of the time, it ends up being the latter. The book started off with beautiful, almost poetic writing, and then I felt like I was descending into the brain of a madwoman. She's essentially saying the same things in each sentence on repeat: I exist in the present, I am alive, I'm going to die, and wow, the world is big. That's it. I skipped from page ~40ish to the next few pages and somehow it was still the exact same thing, just with different words.
Really didn't enjoy this one.