In honour of my last blog post, I want to reflect on the many texts I have read. In this unique sort of course, I was entirely in my element. Reading books and subsequently crying over my laptop while making memes has become my life. I have used a variety of mediums throughout the past […]
Posted in Blogs, Conclusion | Tagged with cancelfreud, letgaypeopledocrime, memequeen, moneytoburn, moneytoburnies
“Women, they have minds, and they have souls, as well as just hearts. And they’ve got ambition, and they’ve got talent, as well as just beauty. I’m so sick of people saying that love is all a woman is fit for.” (Alcott, Little Women) A wearying message arrives to Elena: Her friend has vanished. Yet, […]
Posted in Blogs, Ferrante | Tagged with communism, duality, education, Feminism, girlhood, life, poverty, society, Womanhood
“As in a game of chess, death advanced her queen. A few more moves should open the way to a checkmate, and the game will end.” (186) Is the wish for immortality a blessing or a curse? That answer seems simple. What begins as a celebration devolves into the unknown. Humanity’s fear of death is […]
Posted in Blogs, Saramago | Tagged with absurdism, death, Existentialism, futility, humanity, immortality, life, limbo, morality, murder, Music, personification
“What has to be most feared, the worst thing in life, always happens out of the blue, without anyone being ready for it, which makes it all the worse, because one is both waiting but has no time to get used to the idea and is caught out, paralysed, yet obliged to act and take […]
Posted in Blogs, Piglia | Tagged with betrayal, Corruption, crime, Drugs, love, mafia, money, morality, queer, robbery
“Everything flows towards the Pacific, no time for anything to sink, all is swept along by the deep and head-long storm of the inner current, suspended on the surface of the river’s strength” (Duras 22) To fully understand what is happening in this novel, one must observe the disturbing content embedded. The Lover is a […]
Posted in Blogs, Duras | Tagged with authenticity, coming of age, desire, Forbidden, identity, love, memory, taboo, war
“But who am I to rebuke the guilty? The worst part is that I have to forgive them. We must reach such a nothing that we indifferently love or don’t love the criminal who kills us. But I’m not so sure of myself: I have to ask, though I don’t know who can answer, if […]
Posted in Blogs, Lispector | Tagged with death, desire, existence, explosion, humanity, identity, individuality, isolation, life, nothingness, Philosophy
“And I didn’t know if I was sleeping or awake but I saw the doves. I saw them like before. Everything was the same: the dovecote painted dark blue, the nests full of straw, the roof with the wires getting rusty because I couldn’t hang the clothes up, the trapdoor, the procession of doves marching […]
Posted in Blogs, Rodoreda | Tagged with birds, children, class, dove, entrapment, gender, grief, growth, love, melancholy, metaphor, peace, symbol, war
“For many days afterward I felt alone, completely isolated. I felt I should be like the great river, crossing the land, cutting through the rocks, undetainably and serenely flowing through mountains and forests, and entering the sea accompanied by a huge nation of birds that sang from the heavens” (63) This novel digs deep into […]
Posted in Arguedas, Blogs | Tagged with comingofage, duality, identity, indigeneity, interconnectedness, nature, spirituality, Zumbayllu
“This is why he must not betray the annoyance and disappointment that he was feeling. But try as he may to feign an air of composure and serenity, he still felt the everyone could read in his face how forced and petty his attitude was” (7) A story can be powerful despite the length. Where […]
Posted in Blogs, Moravia | Tagged with adolescence, childhood, comingofage, mother, sexuality
“And now she desires nothing more than to remain there crucified to the earth, suffering and enjoying in her flesh the ebb and flow of distant, far distant tides; feeling the grass grow, new islands emerge, and on some other continent, the unknown flower bursting open that blooms only on a day of eclipse. And […]
Posted in Blogs, Bombal | Tagged with death, desire, limbo, love