A review by bekah_haip
The Lying Life of Adults by Elena Ferrante

4.5

Reading The lying life of adults gave me the same feeling as reading The Idiot by Bautman- which I adored. It has all the heartwarming and cringe of nostalgia. However I am sad the ending sort of fell apart. 

“I walked back home, slowly. I couldn't get that expression-

unable to see straight- out of my mind. Everything seems in

order, hello, see you soon, make yourself at home, what can I

give you to drink, could you lower the volume a little, thank you,

you're welcome. But there's a black veil that can drop at any

moment. It's a sudden blindness, you don't know how to keep

your distance, you crash into things. Does it happen only to

some people or to everybody that, once a certain level is passed,

they can't see straight anymore? And was it truer when you saw

everything clearly or when the strongest and deepest feelings-

hatred, love-

-blinded you? Had Enzo, blinded by Vittoria, been

unable to see Margherita? Had my father, blinded by Costanza,

been unable to see my mother? Had I…”