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    Tag: Family

    The unlived life is light, so light

    Dear Marie Luise, Circe’s Mountain: Stories (1990, tr. Lisel Mueller. Stories originally written in the 1950’s and 1960’s) is a collection of 12 of some of your…… Read more “The unlived life is light, so light”

    7 de December de 20207 de December de 2020 by juliana

    And the money ate the blood

    Dear Maria, Die Vergiftung (“The Poisoning”, 1920) reads like a box full of family pictures. We are taking them out randomly, one by one, and some disembodied…… Read more “And the money ate the blood”

    10 de November de 2020 by juliana

    So much humanity quelled down and buried beneath a concrete of inflexible obedience

    Dear Geraldine, The Half Sisters (1848) is this puzzling thing: it peels off the layers of Victorian convention and throws a sharp light over their underlying lack…… Read more “So much humanity quelled down and buried beneath a concrete of inflexible obedience”

    3 de November de 2020 by juliana

    The fathomless ocean on which they had set out with such unknowing fearlessness

    Dear Amy, The Romance of a Shop (1888) is all about framing: depending on the way we turn our lens and the point where we choose to…… Read more “The fathomless ocean on which they had set out with such unknowing fearlessness”

    7 de October de 2020 by juliana

    Their movement through life is invisible

    Dear Jokha, Celestial Bodies (2018, tr. Marilyn Booth. Original: Sayyidat al-Qamar, 2010) revolves around a family and their household members, in an Omani village, in the late 20th…… Read more “Their movement through life is invisible”

    31 de July de 202031 de July de 2020 by juliana

    It isn’t a circle–it is simply a long line

    Dear Lorraine, I love how inconclusive your portrait of a 1950’s working-class African American family is in A Raisin in the Sun (1959) – the way it…… Read more “It isn’t a circle–it is simply a long line”

    3 de July de 2020 by juliana

    The most wonderful thing in the world must be to be a childless widow

    Dear Elizabeth, Irony is your plaything in Diary of a Provincial Lady (1930), to the point where it starts to be slightly subversive. Written as a series…… Read more “The most wonderful thing in the world must be to be a childless widow”

    22 de October de 2019 by juliana

    Impossible to get out of it

    Dear Carmen, In Nada, tr. Edith Grossman (2007. Original: Nada, 1944), we have a labyrinth of haunted characters confined in a haunting house in a city haunted…… Read more “Impossible to get out of it”

    28 de August de 2019 by juliana

    I do not know how women do it,

    Dear Júlia, In A falência (1901, “The bankruptcy”, not translated yet), I could not help but feel you were constantly hiding something in plain sight, in-between the…… Read more “I do not know how women do it,”

    17 de July de 201922 de November de 2019 by juliana

    Hers was a nature with a wide range

    Dear Sarah, In The Beth Book (1897), we feel that we are reading two very different, at times irreconcilable, books: a powerful coming of age novel and a…… Read more “Hers was a nature with a wide range”

    5 de April de 201910 de April de 2019 by juliana

    Otherwise let this mad world crush us now

    Dear Elizabeth, The Morgesons (1862) is that rare thing: a 19th-century novel with a sceptical, areligious, and probably amoral heroine. It reads like a modernist fiction avant…… Read more “Otherwise let this mad world crush us now”

    21 de February de 2019 by juliana

    This lonely spot was not without its pilgrims

    Dear Sarah, Much like its characters, who seem to inhabit the limbo between past and present, life and death, The Country of the Pointed Firs (1896) lies…… Read more “This lonely spot was not without its pilgrims”

    9 de February de 2019 by juliana

    Take her away and I’m half of whatever we are

    Dear Dorothy, Cassandra at the Wedding (1962) is a nuanced, finely observed character study and comedy of manners, full of a dark, twisted sense of humour, which can…… Read more “Take her away and I’m half of whatever we are”

    5 de February de 20195 de February de 2019 by juliana

    The view and the woods opening to a light that’s itself untrodden

    Dear Ali, Winter (2017) is a novel full of the ambivalence embodied in this season: the dying of light that is also a promise of new light.…… Read more “The view and the woods opening to a light that’s itself untrodden”

    22 de December de 201822 de December de 2018 by juliana

    I reach for it and reach for it, and it isn’t there

    Dear Richard, The Easter Parade (1976) is inhabited by characters who are trapped in self-delusion and false appearances, constantly parading the lives they think they should be living.…… Read more “I reach for it and reach for it, and it isn’t there”

    20 de December de 2018 by juliana

    We ourselves became the ghosts

    Dear Sarah, Ghost Wall (2018) feels like one of those dreams where a character is trapped in a room whose walls keep getting narrower and narrower. We…… Read more “We ourselves became the ghosts”

    14 de December de 2018 by juliana

    Perhaps freedom has no meaning

    Dear Iris, The Unicorn (1963) is a tale of imprisonment in a shared fantasy, where the cages, rotating on a blank axle, are full of longing. When…… Read more “Perhaps freedom has no meaning”

    10 de December de 2018 by juliana

    I wished I could split my body in two,

    Dear Hanne, The Blue Room, tr. Deborah Dawkin (Original: Like sant som jeg er virkelig, 1999) is a novella about a girl who finds herself unable to…… Read more “I wished I could split my body in two,”

    20 de November de 201820 de November de 2018 by juliana

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