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    Tag: Coming of age

    Her heart is this red apple

    Dear Irina, When Isolde (2019, tr. Bryan Karetnyk and Irina Steinberg. Original: Изольда, 1929) opens, it’s summer, sometime in the wild 1920’s, and we are in Biarritz.…… Read more “Her heart is this red apple”

    8 de January de 2021 by juliana

    The music of life and living

    Dear Dorothy, We are forever exiles of our childhoods, but sometimes the smallest details can bring us back to our neverland. It takes one song, a slant…… Read more “The music of life and living”

    30 de December de 2020 by juliana

    It was under the sway of that force that I began to feel,

    Dear Gabriela, A coming-of-age story, a road novel, a picaresque adventure, a piece of nature and travel writing, an epic, and a reinterpretation of Martín Fierro through a…… Read more “It was under the sway of that force that I began to feel,”

    18 de December de 202018 de December de 2020 by juliana

    A small jewel that has always been hopelessly flawed

    Dear Isobel, Every Eye (1956) is a novella that plays with the ideas of perspective and sight, narrated by a character who is trapped in her blind…… Read more “A small jewel that has always been hopelessly flawed”

    17 de December de 2020 by juliana

    The rainbow bubble came along and I grasped it

    Dear Capel, Painted Clay (1917) is centred on Helen Somerset, an Australian girl coming of age in Melbourne, in the years before WWI. As the story opens,…… Read more “The rainbow bubble came along and I grasped it”

    30 de November de 2020 by juliana

    What was common could also be a flower

    Dear Gwendolyn, Maud Martha (1953) centres on a working-class black girl coming of age in pre-WWII Chicago. When the story opens, the eponymous protagonist is about seven yeas…… Read more “What was common could also be a flower”

    24 de November de 2020 by juliana

    Stolen waters are the sweetest

    Dear Jessie, Plum Bun: A Novel Without a Moral (1928) centres on Angela Murray, a middle-class girl from a black family in Philadelphia. Angela and her mother, Mattie,…… Read more “Stolen waters are the sweetest”

    20 de November de 2020 by juliana

    There was no new order

    Dear Natália, Controle (2019, ‘Control’, not translated yet) is a novel centred on an absence. Our protagonist, she’s lost control, and she’s clinging to the nearest passer-by:…… Read more “There was no new order”

    29 de August de 202029 de August de 2020 by juliana

    How can you lose something that’s growing within you, like a tree?

    Dear Karin, Crisis (tr. Amanda Doxtater, 2020. Original:  Kris, 1934) is a book that resists being defined, a book that resists solidifying into a unified form of…… Read more “How can you lose something that’s growing within you, like a tree?”

    18 de May de 2020 by juliana

    Ships at a distance have every man’s wish on board

    Dear Zora, Their Eyes Were Watching God (1937) follows a woman’s emotional journey which reads almost like an odyssey – a series of incidents through which the…… Read more “Ships at a distance have every man’s wish on board”

    6 de May de 20207 de May de 2020 by juliana

    No human being ever believed she was the right person in the right place

    Dear Charlotte, A Struggle for Fame (1883) explores the way social judgements based on nationality, class, and gender give shape to one’s identity and one’s opportunities in…… Read more “No human being ever believed she was the right person in the right place”

    14 de April de 202010 de December de 2020 by juliana

    Some strange and fundamental innocence

    Dear Gamel, One Way of Love – ways of love, one-way love, love’s way, way too much love, on one’s way to love. What am I to…… Read more “Some strange and fundamental innocence”

    6 de March de 20206 de March de 2020 by juliana

    The salvage of memory

    Dear Dorothy, Can one violate a memory by trying too hard to remain loyal to it? At the beginning of your novella Olivia (1949), you offer us…… Read more “The salvage of memory”

    4 de March de 2020 by juliana

    Fame and glory, insatiable libertines,

    Dear Délia, I spent the past couple of weeks immersed in three of your recently rediscovered novels: Aurélia (1883), Lésbia (1890), and Celeste (1893). In all of…… Read more “Fame and glory, insatiable libertines,”

    15 de February de 202015 de February de 2020 by juliana

    The alphabet of my childhood

    Dear Hella, Running just beneath the nostalgic waters of The Black Lake (tr. Ina Rilke, 2012. Original: Oeroeg, 1948), there is a disturbing current of tainted innocence: at…… Read more “The alphabet of my childhood”

    20 de December de 201920 de December de 2019 by juliana

    You’re neither unnatural, nor abominable, nor mad

    Dear John, Is The Well of Loneliness (1928) the most depressing queer novel ever written? Judging by its contenders in early twentieth-century fiction, it can be tough to…… Read more “You’re neither unnatural, nor abominable, nor mad”

    27 de November de 201927 de November de 2019 by juliana

    I too have my vocation,

    Dear Elizabeth, In Aurora Leigh (1856), you push your protagonist to make an impossible choice between two instances of her personality: her womanhood and her art. By…… Read more “I too have my vocation,”

    30 de October de 2019 by juliana

    Eat me, drink me, love me

    Dear Christina, Your Goblin Market (1862) is a poem which teasingly resists a fixed interpretation. Is it a feminist tale / an anti-capitalist warning / a Christian…… Read more “Eat me, drink me, love me”

    28 de October de 2019 by juliana

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