I’m gonna be so real. I finished the book enjoying it, yes, however I thought hard about what the connection this gecko had to Felix, what his death might symbolize, and why this is considered a “murder mystery” (even though the actual murder doesn’t begin until the end of the book) but I could not come up with any solid…
Posted in Blogs | Tagged with Chance, history, lies, meh, memories, past
Ah… Professor, is there one book in here that will begin and end with the same healthy romantic relationship? I’m so horrified by this romantic dynamic and even though I’ve visited this book during my highschool days, it still disgusts me to read some of these pages here (like pages 37-39). There were some questions in my head as I…
Posted in Blogs, Duras | Tagged with Class difference, Colonial power, marginalization, meh, pedophilia, power dynamic, race, racism
It is scarily interesting how much Natalia’s nickname Colometa foreshadowed the way her life would turn out to be and how her first husband, Quimet would later treat her. Pigeons, being wild animals that became domesticated for human usage align much with what the protagonist experiences after marrying Quimet. She is formed into the ideal wife and forced to care…
Posted in Blogs, Rodoreda | Tagged with meh, memories, struggle, trauma, war
I have no words. In starting this book, I did not expect the book to pan out in the way that it had. There are so many aspects of the book that sent shivers of disgust through my body, yet also evoked a sense of pity and understanding for Agostino’s coming of age. One instance is the mixed role of…
Posted in Blogs, Moravia | Tagged with coming of age, incest, LGBTQ, meh, pedophilia, sexuality, Shame
I’m not gonna lie, guys… this was a tough one to get through 🙁 Though after finishing the reading and watching the lecture, I can see how the difficulty and challenge in understanding Proust are part of the Modernism era. The start of Swann’s Way jumped back and forth between narration and memories, which seemed to have no correlation to…
Posted in Blogs, Proust | Tagged with childhood, meh, memories, Mommy's boy, time