While reading The Shrouded Woman, I couldn’t help but think back to Combray. I know the two texts are very different in style and context, but they feel similar in the way they treat memory and reflection. In both novels, the present moment acts more like a gateway to the past than a place where action happens. For Proust, the act of waking and drifting in and out of sleep triggers memories. For Bombal, it is the wake itself where a woman lying dead, listening is what opens the door to reflection.
What struck me most about the novel was how Ana Maria doesn’t move, speak, or act in a sense, yet her inner life feels very active. As visitors come and go, their voices and presence pull her into memories of love, marriage, childhood and motherhood. Much like in Combray, memory doesn’t unfold in a linear way, instead it manifests through sensation, sound and emotions.
I feel like the reflective structure of the novel made her memories feel more intimate in a sense. Unlike in Combray, where memory feels more exploratory, Bombal’s use of reflection feels more final. Ana Maria is not revisiting her life to understand it better for the future because there’s quite literally no future left. This kind of gives her reflections a sense of urgency and regret. The moments of love, especially her relationship with Ricardio, stands out against the emotional silence of her marriage. It become very clear that most of her life was lived inwardly, shaped by what she felt more that what she was able to express.
I think one of the main takeaways from this novel is that clarity often comes too late. Ana Maria reaches her clearest understanding only after death. This made me think about how rarely people are able to fully recognize their own lives while they’re living them. Bombal seems to suggest that social roles, especially for women makes it hard to live openly and honestly.
By the end of the novel, I felt a quiet emotional weight rather than shock or sadness. In a way it made me think and reflect on my own life; I really don’t want to experience any regrets as I am dying. The novel though, does not ask us to fear death but to question how much of life we postpone, suppress or misunderstand until it becomes memory.
Overall this was very enjoyable read that even made me reflect on my own life. 8/10