The stories of these girls growing up are both familiar and unfamiliar. Maybe I haven’t experienced what happened to them, but the little thoughts of their girls seem to be the ones we’ve had. Girls feel anxious about their body changes during puberty and share secrets with their friends. Elana has a fatal attraction to the “me” in this book because she has a maverick personality. If she wants to do it, including learning, she can do it well. If she doesn’t want to do it, no one seems to be able to force her. This book is like “Old Gringo” in a way, from the point of view of one’s memory. This book is like “Old Gringo” in a way, from the point of view of one’s memory. The disappearance and concealment of Lila became the beginning of this book, taking us back to their girlhood, an era full of “violence” and “chaos”. Lila’s love of Little Women’s books seems to reflect her character. She emphasises her dignity and standards and changes her life through her own efforts. She does not think that she is unsuitable for her father’s job. She loves making shoes, dares to resist teachers, and expresses her own ideas. Lina stepped forward and put a knife to Marcheno’s neck, starting a friendship between the two girls. This also makes Elena’s feelings for Lina both worshipful and appreciative. Her father would throw her out the window to the point of breaking a bone, and her mother would use physical violence against her. Her life is gray; her father would throw her out of the window to the point of breaking a bone; her mother would use physical violence against her; she married early but also met a violent husband; she is still so strong, she chooses to live alone. Although this book describes the parallel lives of a pair of girlfriends, the energy it brings seems not only to reflect on the life experiences of the two women, but also to arouse the women’s self-awareness. When girls are still young and ignorant, they will criticise people and things around them, especially violence and injustice, and then gradually become the disdainful people they used to be when they grew up. But it also tells us that even if life is unsatisfactory, girls should not give up on themselves, give up hope, and give up their dreams. Lila’s aura was not only alluring, but dangerous. Do you wish you had a friend like Lina by your side? Or do you think you are Lina or Elena?
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Reply on The Passion According to G. H
Clarice Lispector’s article is indeed very obscure for someone like me who doesn’t have much exposure to literature. In the article, she asked herself “could I now start thinking”? But the whole book is full of profound and philosophical thinking, making readers unable to help thinking along the author’s words. She discusses every little detail of what she sees, thinks, and even feels, and seeks to understand and define herself. She connects her hand to happiness, and what is it like when a person doesn’t experience happiness? There may be fears, and desires for the good, which may be something one needs to experience, or think about, in the face of adversity. Many mantras often lead to the meaning behind the appearance by discovering the phenomenon and asking questions. Literary works that portray uniqueness, such as this one, can help us learn more about the world and the events that occur around us. When the author recalls G’H entering the maid’s chamber, he is horrified, but the encounter also turns out to be a process of self-seeking. There are sharp lines cutting the ceiling, empty space and crazy figures on the wall. Through the maid description, just like Lispector words knowing herself from others. And “the drawing is not a decoration it a writing” just like In GH’s eyes, the maid’s evaluation of her was reflected in the lines on the wall. Clarice Lispector’s writing style is inconsistent; her chapters are disjointed, and some of the incidents are even more odd. Is this, like the dissection of a cockroach’s body, a process of building one’s own identity? The description of the environment is also combined with the mapping of mentality, as if it was written on page 82, “No dark, just lightless, I then perceived that the room existed in itself.” The combination of people and the environment deepens the interpretation of metaphysics. This process is full of violence, turmoil, and absurdity. She talks about the cockroach, and at the same time brings up the accidents in her life, such as her pregnancy. Her experiences, her disability, have shaped her unique writing style, living in joy with pain, discovering her own existence. Every chapter and every shot she describes is like a dream, dazed and unrealistic, and it can trigger her thinking. Even a safe can remind her of darkness, hell and pain.
I can’t help but ask my classmates who have read this book, can you understand it? Will this style of writing give readers a sense of humiliation?
Nada review
This Spanish girl’s experience seemed strange to me. Her upbringing has been in tune with her age and the social environment in which she grew up since she became an orphan. Because it was unsurprising that there was a tumultuous family dynamic during the turbulent years of the Spanish Civil War. Carmen uses lyrical language to depict Andrea’s surroundings, the words she hears, and the feelings she experiences. Complaints, aggression, and prejudice pervade her life, and she must learn to break through herself and become self-sufficient. This awakening of female consciousness is not only cherished at that time, even in modern times it is still the consciousness that women need.
I recall Andrea being sick at one point. In that frail state, she can actually feel a sliver of happiness, and this description can sense her subtle emotional fluctuations. Instead of spending time with her relatives, she strolled about the city by herself, which her aunt Angustias described as an example of a wicked girl. For her, the adult world is not so easy to integrate into. She takes to the city’s streets in an attempt to discover her own liberation from that suppressed, unpleasant relationship.
She kept her gaze fixed on everyone in the family, as if they couldn’t escape her gaze when they spoke. Gloria’s sorrowful eyes, her grandmother’s shaking hands, and her uncle, an agent, all spoke of family strife from various perspectives.
Andrea wanted to find like-minded friends in her peers, and the classmate, Ena, she liked approached her just to let her introduce Roman. Like many ordinary girls, she needed to find a listener who could share her story with her. But for a girl who came to an unfamiliar environment, it seems to be a very difficult. Andrea enjoyed the time when Angustias left their house, and she went to her bedroom, lying on the bed. This likes when the person who always puts pressure on himself suddenly leaves, and the mind gets a moment of relaxation.
Andrea, on the other hand, is not so mature that she embarrasses herself with the temporary use of pocket money. A boy she didn’t like kissed her. She doesn’t have the ability to adjust her life or control the environment around her. But these seem to belong to the behavior of young people again. In her own words, her happiness needs to be paid for by unhappiness.
In the end, the girl returned to the theme of getting nothing. She seems to have learned nothing from this quarrel and violence, but she is the child who has really grown up.
“The Shrouded Woman”
I had to confess the book’s allure after reading about The Shrouded Woman. The growth of female awareness occurred in last century, and this work exemplifies the rarity and specialness of feminist literature during that time period.
Maria Luisa Bombal is an exceptional writer. Her writing is both lovely and melancholy. Every point of view, every scene, every discussion strikes a chord in my spirit. In my perspective, I sympathise with the protagonist and relate with her emotional experiences in each episode, but I cannot totally agree with her. Even though we are both women, our definitions of happiness may differ.
The author gradually reveals Ana Maria ‘s background to readers from her perspective after her death. There is a youthful first love, the anguish of covertly tasting the forbidden fruit at such a young and inexperienced age, the lover who want to avoid it, and the spouse who has confusing feelings for her. These numerous traits are the root of a woman’s misery. Maria was pure and naïve when she was little. She rushed to love without reservations, yet she ended herself injured and damaged. With the passage of time, the boyfriend who understood her reappeared in her life, and she rejected and loathed him. Until she married the guy who didn’t love her, the early excitement faded into a frigid relationship that left her unhappy. In these delicate situations, I believe she was happiest when she became a mother. This novel is like Maria’s soul’s last life repeat. If there is colour, the majority of the images should be in black and white.
Maria’s spiritual requirements are shared by many women, and her maturation and past life’s fading are intertwined with her need for love. This novel transports me to a world of amazing magic and realities. The author intersperses them, and the narrative is really attractive to my emotions. The eventual decision to have the protagonist die “in death” appeared to me to be a relief as well. Mary’s disobedience is distinct; she refuses to approach God, and the dream scenario is identical to that of the Garden of Eden, where sin and greed first formed. When the protagonist of the storey is alive, he appears to be dead, but after her true death, he appears to be alive and much more beautiful and moving than before. She has the ability to thought and perceive.
Bombal authored and published the Shrouded Woman in 1938. I know from a rudimentary grasp of her past that Bombal’s emotional journey has not been easy, and this book is also a type of profile of her emotional experience as stated by the author. This unique beauty brought by the floating soul is not so easy to be discovered by us. Perhaps we can only understand Maria’s sadness after experiencing it.
Although the protagonist of the novel has a brave spirit to support her misery in this life, if she has a chance to be reborn, will she choose her life again?
“Swann’s way” get me on the road
When I first started reading, Proust’s words, which describe the moment when consciousness in separate locations collided, drew my attention. I have to confess that the atmosphere he depicts when it’s time to sleep or eat dinner is one of my favourites. There is no tumultuous and dramatic novel storyline, but there are situations from everyday life that are akin to scenes from movies. Despite the fact that I and the author are from different times and even different cultural backgrounds, I can still recall some incidents from my past life.
What an odd and insightful individual the author is. Proust is capable of describing such things. Even the smallest detail, such as a doorknob or a shift of light in the corner of the room, will be linked to the original writing in an intriguing way. Enjoy the reality of the portrayal of the small things in life, such as a mother’s kiss, a grandmother’s nervousness about her husband, or the visit of the neighbour, Swann, in this time journey. The author informs us about Mr. Swann and discusses what is going on around him from the perspective of a youngster.
Proust appears to transport readers back to childhood, allowing them to explore the world of grownups with their still-developing brain nerves, studying other people’s every move, full of fears, and warily waiting for their parents’ affection. It’s comparable to the mistakes we committed as children, such as breaking cosmetics, sneaking on mom’s high shoes, or even stealing money. Despite the fact that we have been punished, we are still concerned that our parents’ rage would not subside. Every figure who appears has not been thoroughly represented, yet these shallow daily trivialities cause the people to appear one by one, grandparents, parents, aunts, even servants’ footsteps, and the enigmatic Mr. Swan.
Although the depiction of time and memory being shuttled across the narrative appears to be disorganised, it really conveys the crucial issue of “knowing oneself.” This leads me to believe that wasted time, every minute, is worth remembering, but the fact is that I only recall bits of it.
It appears that I can only grasp a portion of this work. Readers must applaud the large-scale psychological depiction. It’s fascinating to witness this type of subconscious or common sense in individuals when reading. With the passage of time and experience, I may only realize the depth represented in this storey once I’ve eaten it several times.
In fact, I’m questioning if this content is based on the author’s memories or if he’s thinking through the eyes of a youngster. I cannot to wait discuss with you guys.