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Rodoreda The Time of the Doves

Quiet Endurance

In The Time of the Doves by Mercè Rodoreda, what struck me most was how ordinary everything feels, even when Natalia’s life is falling apart. The story never becomes dramatic in a loud or exaggerated way. Instead, it stays close to Natalia’s daily thoughts: what she notices, what she worries about, what she endures. That simplicity made the painful moments hit even harder.

At the beginning, Natalia is swept into marriage with Quimet almost before she has time to think. There isn’t a long period of reflection or hesitation. Things just happen to her. Quimet renames her Colometa, fills the apartment with pigeons, and slowly takes over the space, physically and emotionally. I found it unsettling how easily her identity seems to shrink. Even her own name feels unstable. It made me wonder how much of Natalia’s passivity is personality, and how much of it is the result of the world around her.

The pigeons are impossible to ignore. They crowd the home, make a mess, and become another responsibility Natalia never asked for. To me, they felt less like symbols of peace and more like a burden that keeps multiplying. When she starts shaking the eggs to stop them from hatching, it feels like a small act of rebellion. It’s quiet, almost hidden, but it’s one of the first moments where she takes control of something in her life.

Then the war begins, and everything becomes about survival. The shortages, the hunger, the fear, it all strips life down to its most basic level. Natalia’s thoughts grow more practical and less emotional. She sells her belongings piece by piece. When she considers killing her children to save them from starvation, it doesn’t come across as cruelty. It feels like exhaustion. That part was deeply uncomfortable to read, but it also forced me to think about how extreme circumstances can blur moral boundaries.

What I appreciated most is that the novel doesn’t end in complete despair. Her second marriage is not passionate or romantic in the way her first one was. Instead, it feels steady. Almost quiet. There’s no grand declaration of happiness, just a sense of stability. After everything she has endured, maybe that kind of calm is enough.

This novel made me think about how resilience doesn’t always look heroic. Sometimes it just looks like continuing to wake up each day. Do you think Natalia ever truly regains a sense of self, or does she simply adapt to survive?

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Zobel

Education Isn’t Always an Escape

Reading Black Shack Alley felt heavier than I expected. At first, it seems like a familiar story about a smart kid escaping poverty through education, but the more I read, the more uncomfortable that idea became. José’s success never feels fully like a victory. Instead, it feels complicated, almost like a trade-off where something important is quietly lost along the way.

Education is clearly presented as the only possible way out of Black Shack Alley, but the novel also shows how that same education pushes José away from his community. School teaches him French history, French literature, and French values, but none of it reflects his own world. When José struggles to name his grandmother’s work in French, it really stood out to me. It’s such a small moment, but it shows how the system refuses to even acknowledge the labor that keeps society running. If her work has no name, it’s almost as if her life has no value within that structure.

M’man Tine’s sacrifices make this even more painful. She works her body into exhaustion so José can have a chance at a “better” life, yet that life slowly distances him from her. Her love is practical and harsh at times, shaped by survival rather than comfort. I kept thinking about how many parents and grandparents today make similar sacrifices, believing education will protect their children from the struggles they faced, even if it means emotional distance or misunderstanding later on.

The lecture’s discussion about literacy versus orality also helped me see the novel differently. Black Shack Alley is full of stories, music, and shared knowledge, but none of that is valued in school. José’s movement toward literacy gives him opportunity, but it also separates him from the oral traditions that shaped his childhood. Even when he tries to write about his own experiences, he’s accused of plagiarism, as if his reality doesn’t fit what literature is “supposed” to look like.

By the end of the novel, José has technically escaped Black Shack Alley, but the question of whether that escape is truly freedom is left unresolved. His story suggests that development doesn’t erase inequality; it often just reshapes it. That’s what makes Black Shack Alley so unsettling, it doesn’t offer an easy solution, only the reminder that progress can come with invisible costs.

Question: If education requires distancing yourself from your community to succeed, is that success really worth it?

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LAFORET Nada

Nothing and Everything: Finding Meaning in Andrea’s Barcelona

When I think about Nada, what stays with me most is how difficult it is to explain what the novel is “about” without saying that not much really happens. Andrea arrives in Barcelona full of expectation, spends a year surrounded by hunger, tension, and emotional decay, and then leaves feeling like she has gained nothing. There is no dramatic transformation, no clear resolution, no moment where everything suddenly makes sense. And yet, the more I think about it, the more that emptiness feels intentional rather than disappointing.

Andrea comes to Barcelona expecting a story, not just a place to live, but an experience that will shape her life in a meaningful way. As a literature student, she constantly tries to interpret the people around her as characters in some kind of narrative. Everyone in the apartment has fragments of stories to share, whether it’s Gloria insisting her life is like a novel or Román accusing Andrea of imagining them all as characters. But as Román also points out, their arguments and suffering don’t lead anywhere. There are no neat causes or conclusions, only repetition.

The lecture helped clarify why this lack of narrative coherence matters. The Spanish Civil War is never directly discussed in Nada, yet its presence is everywhere. It appears in the family’s poverty, the overcrowded apartment, the violence, and the constant hunger Andrea experiences. These characters are living in the aftermath of something they cannot openly name. The trauma becomes an “open secret”: everyone knows it exists, but it cannot be fully expressed. Instead, it shows up indirectly, through details like drinking vegetable water, broken furniture, and a house that feels more like a mausoleum than a home.

What I find most compelling is Andrea’s claim at the end that she leaves having taken “nothing” from her year in Barcelona. While this feels true to her at the moment of departure, the novel itself contradicts her. By narrating this experience later, Andrea is already giving shape to what once felt meaningless. Memory turns fragments into something resembling a story, even if it never becomes a comforting one.

In that sense, Nada is less a coming-of-age novel than a portrait of survival. It captures what it feels like to live inside the emotional wreckage left behind by history. The irony is that a novel about “nothing” ends up revealing how much can exist beneath silence.

If meaning in Nada only emerges through memory and hindsight, does Andrea actually need to recognize her growth for it to be real, or is survival itself enough?

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