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A review by 2treads
Blue by Emmelie Prophète
challenging
reflective
slow-paced
- Plot- or character-driven? Character
- Strong character development? N/A
- Loveable characters? It's complicated
- Flaws of characters a main focus? No
5.0
A story without witnesses is worthless, or nearly so.
For me stories and memories linked to scents and colours are some of the most powerful and tangible ways of communicating not only the history and life of a person, but a community, and country. Each paragraph reveals more and more the headspace that our writer is in, even as we realize there is yet more that can be revealed.
Prophète I believe has captured that beautifully here. Her words are lyrically and rhythmically resonant, moving through space and time with seamless connectedness. With a poignancy that stuns, she intimates the loudness of silence in which so much is said and unsaid. The way in which our silence becomes a medium of transmission even when we wish or think otherwise.
She speaks to the ways in which objects can embody an identity for a time, and when that object is broken, how the shift can be a palpable loss. She uses material and lack to demarcate social and personal expectations, how that weight more often than not falls upon women and what they will do to keep on.
As we approach the end, Prophète ups the poignancy and tension as our main character indulges in some intense self-reflection. Moving from day to day, the sense of losing control, of being crushes under missed expectations and a lack of fight is palpable.
For me stories and memories linked to scents and colours are some of the most powerful and tangible ways of communicating not only the history and life of a person, but a community, and country. Each paragraph reveals more and more the headspace that our writer is in, even as we realize there is yet more that can be revealed.
Prophète I believe has captured that beautifully here. Her words are lyrically and rhythmically resonant, moving through space and time with seamless connectedness. With a poignancy that stuns, she intimates the loudness of silence in which so much is said and unsaid. The way in which our silence becomes a medium of transmission even when we wish or think otherwise.
She speaks to the ways in which objects can embody an identity for a time, and when that object is broken, how the shift can be a palpable loss. She uses material and lack to demarcate social and personal expectations, how that weight more often than not falls upon women and what they will do to keep on.
As we approach the end, Prophète ups the poignancy and tension as our main character indulges in some intense self-reflection. Moving from day to day, the sense of losing control, of being crushes under missed expectations and a lack of fight is palpable.