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A review by benedettal
Il vino della solitudine by Irène Némirovsky
3.0
This was a very interesting read, horrifying in a way, sure. But the context of Irene writing this while on hideout from the Nazis, just for herself, to get closure from everything that happened in her youth, elevates it. This is a story about Irene’s childhood and her terrible relationship with her unloving, vain and adulterous mom. She’s a neglected child, and the voice in her head is the only company she has, especially when her family (mom, absent father and mom’s lover/cousin) have to flee Ukraine following the Russian Revolution.
It very much gives I’m glad my mom died. All in all, I think I would have liked it a lot more if I could relate to it at all, which very fortunately I don’t. But it’s impossible not to appreciate the penmanship, impeccable as usual, and the look into this historical time the book gives, highlighting the struggle of jewish families like her own.
It very much gives I’m glad my mom died. All in all, I think I would have liked it a lot more if I could relate to it at all, which very fortunately I don’t. But it’s impossible not to appreciate the penmanship, impeccable as usual, and the look into this historical time the book gives, highlighting the struggle of jewish families like her own.