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Carregando... Una donna (original: 1988; edição: 2018)de Annie Ernaux (Autor), L. Flabbi (Traduttore)
Informações da ObraA Woman's Story de Annie Ernaux (1988)
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Registre-se no LibraryThing tpara descobrir se gostará deste livro. Ainda não há conversas na Discussão sobre este livro. The words chosen for this book are so exact I felt I knew both the author and her mother. She does not stick to explicit chronological order, and I was frequently waiting to see what would happen next. I have had some experiences similar to hers and felt her descriptions were both interesting and on target. I also felt her style somewhat distanced me from the characters. Even though she claimed this was not an autobiography, I found her awareness of her perceptions and motives from years past both interesting and only somewhat credible. It made me wonder how well she really knew the inner thoughts of her parents. They certainly were interesting. I look forward to reading more of Ernaux. ( ) Reading Ernaux was like listening to the rain when you are in the mood to think about vanished things. In this memoir of her mother, the writing flows so matter-of-factly that you don’t at first notice how it breaks your heart. It’s been a while since lives that are otherwise invisible to the world, with their mundane things, stung me so much. What can you do for a loved one after they are gone? There is a Swedish word that describes the process of grieving painfully well, “sorgearbete” = grief work, or working through grief. This is what this book is. “Je roulais, et brutalement; “Elle ne sera plus jamais nulle part dans le monde.” Every child-parent relationship is full of contradictions. This book is brutal in its honesty. There is no mercy. The violence, the repression, the reproaches darken the pages. And then, there is tenderness, generosity, strong will. This book is full of love and kindness. How I loved this: “Elle écoutait avec attention tous les gens qui parlaient de ce qu'elle ignorait, par curiosité, par envie de montrer qu'elle était ouverte aux connaissances. S'élever, pour elle, c'était d'abord apprendre (elle disait, "il faut meubler son esprit") et rien n'était plus beau que le savoir. Les livres étaient les seuls objets qu'elle manipulait avec précaution. Elle se lavait les mains avant de les toucher.” The prose slowly becomes a kind of poetry. The last pages are harrowing. After her mother dies of Alzheimer's, Annie Ernaux writes and reflects on her mother's life, their relationship, and how she herself feels after her mother's death. "Naturally, this isn't a biography, neither is it a novel, maybe a cross between literature, sociology, and history" the author tells us. As Ernaux wrote about her father in A Man's Place, she now turns her attention to her mother. It's framed very similarly, beginning with her mother's death, and then going back to share biographical details and memories, interspersed with Ernaux's thoughts on her grief or comments on her writing process. Her mother was sometimes a difficult person, but Ernaux manages to make her very sympathetic at the same time. She'll sometimes describe or explain an aspect of her mother's personality objectively, and then step in and tell you more about the emotions she attaches to a memory or why she's trying to write about her mother in a certain way. Ernaux has a spare style but one that draws you in and tells a surprisingly complex, yet easy to read, story. Ernaux's essays always bring perfectly curated details of a life that while very detailed somehow are also very spare and while always quite unique to Ernaux are also spectacularly universal. Every story a paradox within a paradox. But rather than leaving the reader baffled, these paradoxes are really satisfying. This story, the tale of her mother's becoming as an adult, and undoing as a widow with Alzheimer's whose dignity is diminished daily. is a beautiful tribute. (I listened to this one rather than reading it, and it was the work of one commute to work and home, and the time it took to prepare a simple supper. What a wonderful use of time.)
"A Woman's Story," which has been effectively translated by Tanya Leslie, offers a selective memoir of a mother's incremental deterioration due to Alzheimer's disease and her subsequent death. Though from the outset we are told dates and places -- the mother dies on April 7 in a nursing home in the Parisian suburb of Pontoise -- and reality elsewhere intrudes in footnotes for newspaper citations, we are spared proper names. Even the ghosts of a once-large farming family remain anonymous, though we learn that attrition caused by alcoholism and other afflictions left few witnesses at this woman's grave. Among them, however, is the stricken narrator, who decides that a life distilled to an inventory of belongings assembled in a plastic bag, courtesy of the nursing home, must, through a form of fiction, be brought back. Pertence à série publicadaGallimard, Folio (2121) Está contido emPrêmiosNotable Lists
Upon her mother's death from Alzheimer's, Ernaux embarks on a daunting journey back through time, as she seeks to "capture the real woman, the one who existed independently from me, born on the outskirts of a small Normandy town, and who died in the geriatric ward of a hospital in the suburbs of Paris." She explores the bond between mother and daughter, tenuous and unshakable at once, the alienating worlds that separate them, and the inescapable truth that we must lose the ones we love. In this quietly powerful tribute, Ernaux attempts to do her mother the greatest justice she can: to portray her as the individual she was. She writes, "I believe I am writing about my mother because it is my turn to bring her into the world.". Não foram encontradas descrições de bibliotecas. |
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