Luisa Maria Bombal’s The Shrouded Woman feels like the kind of book that sneaks up on you. In the same fashion as Proust, nothing explodes and no dramatic plot twist comes and sweeps you off of your feet. Instead, a woman lies dead, wrapped in white, and only finally does she get to tell the […]
Posted in Blogs, Bombal | Tagged with
Right from the beginning that is a sense of significance in the seemingly trivial, like the falling of rain, and a glimmer of existential beauty to be found in repetition, exhaustion, and freedom from logic. If inexplicitness was a literary principle, …
Posted in Blogs, Bombal | Tagged with death, Home, life, love, memory, nostalgia, reality, relationships
My first impression of “A Shrouded Woman” was that the many perspectives were really cool: shifting from her POV to the other funeralgoers and even times when it was like she “talked” to others’ narration, like the Father. But the weirdest one is still her own. From what I’ve read, most forms of the post-death […]
Posted in Blogs, Bombal | Tagged with beauty, mortality, perspective, women
If I’m being 100 percent honest, this book was a harder read than I expected. I don’t know if it’s because I haven’t sat down and read a proper book in a while or if the pacing was extremely slow. I found myself constantly constantly staring at the same paragraph for 15 minutes, restarting it […]
Posted in Blogs, Proust | Tagged with
I personally had a blast reading Nadja, a peek into the mind of someone very eccentric but on the verge of being mentally unhinged. To be honest however, the pacing is awfully slow, it’s a type of atmospheric writing that requires patience but a manner of reading that doesn’t take the story seriously, but still […]
Posted in Blogs, Breton | Tagged with