There are many things I liked about this book and I will attempt to mention them all. Firstly, I enjoyed that I was reading two stories simultaneously, guided by the different font I found my mind to almost switch to the story I’m about to get into and what I’m visualizing instantly changed. One moment I was reading fragmented memories of a childhood torn apart by confusion and fear and another moment I was transported into a horrible place where no one has control over their fate, people leading lives that are also guided by confusion and fear.
The fragmented memories of childhood were sometimes hard to follow, but Perec repeatedly reminded us that the stories he was telling were a mix of truth and imagination. This is an important lesson to learn, our memories are more often than not, flawed and incomplete. There’s a lot of power in realizing that. Of course, reading this book I was compelled to think back about my own childhood. All these things that I “remembered”, how much of it is real? Those photographs that I look at and make up stories about their backgrounds, did any of it happen the way I think? Probably not.
I was more intrigued by reading about the horrible place Perec called W. The more I read about it, the scarier it became and the more I wanted to continue reading. The worst thing a person can go through is a life of uncertainty, where laws are unclear, fear predominates and there is nothing they can do to dictate their fate. It was difficult reading the fate of children who are taught nothing about ‘the world’ or even their world. It was difficult reading about the fate of women and how they were either killed at birth or used for conception, rape was a part of their existance. The adolescents who were thrown into this world essentially getting tortured without reason. And eventually the ‘athletes’ and their miserable lives and deaths. The writing was impactful and I don’t believe the images I’ve conjured up in my head of W would be going anywhere.
Although a very emotional book, I found it easy to read. Part because the writing was clear and easy to follow and part because it was two stories at once. I’m wondering if other people thought the fact that there were two stories a positive or a negative thing? Did you look forward to one of them more than the other?
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There are many things I liked about this book and I will attempt to mention them all. Firstly, I enjoyed that I was reading two stories simultaneously, guided by the different font I found my mind to almost switch to the story I’m about to get into and what I’m visualizing instantly changed. One moment I was reading fragmented memories of a childhood torn apart by confusion and fear and another moment I was transported into a horrible place where no one has control over their fate, people leading lives that are also guided by confusion and fear.
The fragmented memories of childhood were sometimes hard to follow, but Perec repeatedly reminded us that the stories he was telling were a mix of truth and imagination. This is an important lesson to learn, our memories are more often than not, flawed and incomplete. There’s a lot of power in realizing that. Of course, reading this book I was compelled to think back about my own childhood. All these things that I “remembered”, how much of it is real? Those photographs that I look at and make up stories about their backgrounds, did any of it happen the way I think? Probably not.
I was more intrigued by reading about the horrible place Perec called W. The more I read about it, the scarier it became and the more I wanted to continue reading. The worst thing a person can go through is a life of uncertainty, where laws are unclear, fear predominates and there is nothing they can do to dictate their fate. It was difficult reading the fate of children who are taught nothing about ‘the world’ or even their world. It was difficult reading about the fate of women and how they were either killed at birth or used for conception, rape was a part of their existance. The adolescents who were thrown into this world essentially getting tortured without reason. And eventually the ‘athletes’ and their miserable lives and deaths. The writing was impactful and I don’t believe the images I’ve conjured up in my head of W would be going anywhere.
Although a very emotional book, I found it easy to read. Part because the writing was clear and easy to follow and part because it was two stories at once. I’m wondering if other people thought the fact that there were two stories a positive or a negative thing? Did you look forward to one of them more than the other?
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Agostino is a kid who never really grows up. In the beginning, I thought that Agostino was around the ages of 10-11 years old. I could picture this from how he envisioned his mother, so blessed by her presence and in awe of her beauty. He loved her like a child. He also was treated like a young child by his mother too, and the way he complained about her attention towards him and his jealousy made me think he was much younger than he actually was. Later in the book, we learn that he is 13 years old when he tells the man and his son on the boat ride. This book shows how much others’ influence has on you. In the beginning, Agostino was a young, innocent, well-behaved boy who enjoyed his mother’s company. After encountering the young boatman who “stole” his mother away from him, feelings of hatred, disgust, and jealousy arose within him. He could not fathom the idea of having to share his mother, especially let this man enjoy and indulge in her beauty that was only admired by him before in his mind. The young boys he met at a further down beach on his vacation changed his thoughts about women forever and himself. Agostino had no idea of his mother’s relations, he saw her as a pure angel, and these boys crushed this image he looked up to instantly. Although his age or older, the boys knew more about women, power, and lustfulness. Agostino was still in his innocent age. He had not heard or even ever explored the ideas of these topics, which made his mind start to spin. These feelings confused with the image he had of his mother beforehand. He now saw her as a pleasure and a woman, not his mother. This shows us how Agostino has not grown up or matured even after learning about these “maturing” subjects. He cannot differentiate between the two and lets his feelings take over his actions he would have once considered inappropriate or looked down upon. The text shows us how unaccountable he is when he gives all his money away to his friend and is cheated by him. He put his trust into a boy he still barely knew and just accepted his words for truth without questioning anything. This once again proves that Agostino is still young and, although not as innocent, he is immature.
My question I have after reading this text is…
Do you think if Agostino never met the boy in the cabin who brought him into the gang, that he would still have this innocence and see his mother for her motherhood and not a lustful woman?
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