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 […]
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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, …
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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 […]
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Hi, everyone! After finishing the book The Shrouded
Woman by María Luisa Bombal, a question came to
my mind – why does Ana Maria care so much about her image after death?
She cares about her embroidered sheets, perfumed
with lavender. She also fo…
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Hi, everyone! After finishing the book The Shrouded
Woman by María Luisa Bombal, a question came to
my mind – why does Ana Maria care so much about her image after death?
She cares about her embroidered sheets, perfumed
with lavender. She also fo…
Posted in Blogs | Tagged with María Luisa Bombal
The book we read this week is The Shrouded Woman, written by Maria Luisa Bombal. I used to think death is the end, that everything stops when a person dies. But from this book, I feel how an individual is constructed through a network of emotional bonds that may or may not vanish after they […]
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I’ll start with saying that reading this was way better than the last book which genuinely made me question if I was dumb. André starts the book by asking, “who am I?” Honestly, mood. But instead of taking a nap or getting a hobby, he decides that the only way to find himself is to […]
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Mnemosyne, one must admit, has shown herself to be a very careless girl.
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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 […]
