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?