The Shrouded Woman

The first thing that struck me about the narrative, The Shrouded Woman was how different it was to the other two texts we have already read. There seemed to be an almost modern twist to the reflective theme that is brought out through the narrator’s voice. The novel being written in first person through the eyes of the beautiful, dead narrator Ana Maria adds to the intimate and emotional mood that lends itself to her reminiscing of her life and the different aspects of romance she discovered with each boy, from Ricardo to her best friend Fernando and then the bitter tragedy of her disastrous marriage to Antonio.

There is a wistful sort of sadness that lingers in the narrator’s tone as Bombal uses her to capture the personalised life of Ana Maria and the state of mind she might have as a now deceased person. I have to admit I found the book to be quite a bit of an emotional rollercoaster as Ana travels through love and its possibilities as well as the hurt it has inflicted on her, all edged with a subtle undertone of regret over things that could have been done differently, how her life could have had a different path but now it is too late.

I found the novel to be quite fascinating in its merging of death and time as they seem, to me, to be two concepts juxtaposed against each other; death seems like a finality and an end all to life while time, on the other hand, is endless and flows without any sort of restraint. Bombal also does a wonderful job at capturing the unspoken question of why people should focus on things that really matter to them in life which I believe ties into the themes of death and time as Ana Maria on her deathbed focuses on love which is highlighted to be the most important thing she held onto throughout her life.

Finally, there is the notion that the narrator is clearly happy to be dead while it is popular opinion that death is something to be mourned and always results in heartbreak. Bombal presents through Ana’s eyes that death can also offer offers a sense of peace and a chance to let go of the things one usually clings to while alive. Now the narrator simply contemplates her life without holding on to things that are stories of the past.

My question after reading this book would be how would one’s perception of death be altered after reading this book?

Paris Peasant: A Reflection

I’ll be honest, when I first cracked open this book, I did not expect the start it presented me with. Perhaps I should have known from years of experience not to expect the book to immediately explain the title the author has given it however, this may be the first book that really drove home the point of a story not being really connected to the title it bears. At least, on the surface. Aragon lends the reader insight into Paris in the 1920s through the eyes of the protagonist, a Parisian who observes most if not all manner of social interactions, the existence of institutions and places and the little daily occurrences of the world. As a reader, I am gratified that Aragon’s use of descriptive and, to some degree, evocative language allows me to see the city of Paris as the protagonist does, to see the Passage de L’Opera as it must have been in the earlier 20th century.

As a someone who likes to write herself, I feel there is a certain ambiguity to the pictures we are presented by the author which seems to be done almost deliberately in an attempt to enhance the reader’s experience of being intrigued by the novel. I find that I am more confused over this novel than I was with Proust’s however, especially over the use of images in between texts which seemed to cause a sort of abrupt break to the flow of the novel. I would guess they are used in order to help the reader’s imagination of the scenes Aragon presents through his vivid descriptions as well as offer a break from the long paragraphs of writing, however, I found that it was hard for me to simply pick up after the break in reading by an image. As mentioned in the lecture, Aragon abandons the traditional narrative conventions surrounding literature and writing at the time- and maybe still do to some extent in literature today- when writing ‘Paris Peasant’ which prioritises artistic flavour instead. However, I felt that, even as beautiful as the novel and its flair for creative expression is, maybe there is a bit more focus on the ‘artistic’ rather than the actual storytelling.

There is also the matter of the tangle of emotions that are present and make themselves seen as we read the narrative, leaping from one extreme to another and reflects the society Aragon describes in his narrative. While they effectively capture the sense of alienation the author seems to highlight through his writing, there is also the notion that it makes the novel that much harder to grasp due to the many themes and unsaid discussions submerged within the observations of the protagonist. 

My thoughts on Proust’s ‘Combray’

The first thing that came to mind when I read Proust’s ‘Combray’ was a sense of nostalgia. I grew up reading a lot of classics, especially from Victorian England writers and the language that the English translation of ‘Combray’ uses is very familiar to some of that used in those books I used to read. The writing style is almost the same too and it was a nice bast from the past, so to say. However, at the same time I found that it is vastly different too, especially the use of ‘first person narrative’ used to write the story and the reflective quality to the writing, more so in the beginning when the narrator talks about the book they are reading and the dreamlike trance the writing seems to take on when they think about the subject matter of the book before they slip into unconsciousness. The separation of the character’s consciousness in a way that seems to distribute it over several places, causing both a disturbed and comfortable sleep in fractures I thought was described in a way that makes the reader feel empathetic towards the character whose name is not yet revealed to us. I think what stood out to me more than everything else in the text was Proust’s way of drawing the reader’s attention to things that we usually wouldn’t pay attention to otherwise. Surely, most authors would overlook the shifting of the light or the noises a character would hear in favour of the greater picture they are trying to create through their writing. It was very unusual to me, especially as authors of old literature goes- or maybe it is Proust’s way of writing that made me pay attention to something I didn’t realise I never actually noticed previously- but quite refreshing. To me, Proust seems to draw the reader into the past through dreamlike sequences of the character’s childhood before dragging them back abruptly into the present yet it is done in such a subtle, almost, dare I say, gentle way, the reader does not really understand the greater shifts between time as we are more disgruntled by the large scale exploration of the character’s psyche. Proust appears to tangle time and memory in a manner that allows organised narration to blend with chaos and it is quite interesting, if a little chaotic and has the reader caught up in quite a bit of confusion at the first look to the story.

My question would be this; what is Proust’s motive behind exploring the character’s psyche and melding time with memory the way he does in this narrative?

Introduction

Hey all!

My name is Chiara and I am a second-year student at UBC’s faculty of Arts, majoring in psychology and hoping to minor in creative writing. I will admit, I did take this course mainly to make up my literature requirement [inserts sheepish emoji here], however I’ve always loved reading and writing as well as English Literature. Which is another reason I picked this. I was so glad I got to take a class I found genuinely intriguing alongside fulfilling a requirement. I am looking forward to the books we will be reading in this class very much, especially since my focus in literature has been mostly on metaphysical and classical, less on those written and created during the romantic era.

I think it is so interesting how it is called romance studies and yet has just about nothing to do with any of the regular conventions people place on or associate with the word ‘romance.’ To me, it is a different kind of romance to be able to find and follow as deep as one can, the roots of a creation from a bygone time. [yeah, I tried to be fancy here ;)] I am really excited for this course and can’t wait to start a new adventure!