I’m seeing a pattern here with all these novels, the protaganists are just surviving every single god damn time and it’s always so emotionally heavy. The Time of the Doves left me feeling that emotional heaviness. Not because it was confusing or structurally difficult, but because of how quietly devastating it is. Everything happens slowly, there isn’t a clear turning point where everything shifts. Instead, we follow Natalia’s life as it slowly narrows under the weight of marriage, war, poverty, and expectation.
What struck me most was how gradual everything feels. Natalia doesn’t dramatically resist Quimet when he renames her Colometa. She doesn’t protest when the doves take over her home. She doesn’t declare her suffering when hunger nearly destroys her and her children. She absorbs it. And that absorption felt painfully realistic. Her life doesn’t collapse in one moment it kinda like slowly erodes.
The doves especially stayed with me. At first, they almost seem harmless, just one of Quimet’s strange obsessions. But as they multiply and invade every room, they start to feel suffocating. The smell, the noise, the constant presence, it’s like Natalia’s own identity is being crowded out. By the time the war begins, the apartment already feels like a cage to her.
Quimet’s death is another important moment to me.It isn’t written as a grand tragedy. It’s abrupt, almost muted. And what’s even more unsettling is that alongside grief, there’s relief. That complexity made the novel feel honest. Natalia doesn’t suddenly transform or become empowered. She just survives, just like all our protagonists in this course. Her second marriage to Antoni isn’t romantic or passionate, it’s stable. And in a world that has taken so much from her, stability becomes a form of mercy.
The final scene in the Placa del Diamant really felt like the emotional release the entire novel had been building toward. That scream she lets out, the one she seems to have been carrying for years, felt less like anger and more like the sound of finally letting something go. It’s not victory. It’s not freedom in a dramatic sense. It’s just release.
What I keep thinking about is how this novel centers survival rather than transformation. Natalia doesn’t become a radically different person. She doesn’t “find herself.” She endures. And maybe that’s Rodoreda’s point: for many ordinary women living through war and patriarchy, survival itself is an achievement.
When you finished the novel, did you feel like Natalia had gained something by the end, or mostly lost something?