Hello everyone, welcome back to my blog. The book for this week is Agostino by Alberto Moravia. I had the pleasure of reading an old and weathered copy from the public library which felt more appropriate compared to the PDFs of previous weeks. I enjoyed this this book and found it rather nostalgic, as it […]
If you read my last blog post you may remember that I found The Shrouded Women quite anxiety inducing, for this weeks story I read Agostino by Alberto Moravia but if I thought last weeks story was “bad” (in the sense of feeling, not content, I quite enjoyed The Shrouded Women!) then this weeks story […]
I found this book an uncomfortable read… I immediately thought of the Oedipus complex, it’s so so very Freudian, but I tried not to think about it too much, because it made me ill, and instead appreciate it as best … Continue reading
This novel definitely had some interesting characters, however, it made me so unbelievably angry at men. Agostino is a young boy, despite having the privilege to attend school, he doesn’t know much about life. When he meets the group of boys, he starts to discover things about a part of the world he isn’t part […]
A conversation with Gaoheng Zhang
Combray, Proust Combray by Marcel Proust overall gave me an overwhelming feeling of nostalgia. It reminded me very much of, from what I can remember, being a child. I felt connected with these scenarios of family situations, being a child at family gatherings. You know who everything is, you know kind of what’s going on, […]
While reading “Agostino,” I was struck by a distinct tone of the Freudian; the ways in which maturing from the child to the teenager–and various ventures into adulthood in-between–are contrasted with a love, innocent or otherwise, of a maternal figure central to one’s life. Although one may be tempted to refer to the relationship between […]
