Painting: A Face in the Crowd by Holly Warburton There are two types of people: those who just live and those who design their lives Pg. 12 Hello, lovely people! How are we holding up during this last stretch of the semester! This week’s novel, and final novel of the whole course, is Valeria Luisella’s […]
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Hello everyone. Welcome to the last book of this class. This week’s book was Faces in the Crowd, by Valeria Luiselli. This was, without a doubt, the most difficult book I read in this course. I honestly did not like it so much, but I got through it. In Mexico City, an unnamed narrator, stifled […]
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To be honest, I found this novel really confusing. I didn’t dislike it, but I didn’t like it either. So please excuse me if I am not as insightful as I would want to be. In Mexico City, a lady contemplates her history while in a house and a marriage she cannot truly occupy or […]
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“Faces in the Crowd” was undoubtedly one of the most challenging books I have ever read in this class. This novel requires immense attention and sophistication as the narrator constantly switches back and forth from the perspective of the narrator to Gilberto Owen, a Mexican poet who is featured mostly in the latter half of […]
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This book was a short read, I think it touches on the topic of identity and illusions. The story follows the friendship of Felix and his surprising houseguest Eulálio. I envy Felix because I have actually dreamt about this specific scenario, talking to my animal sidekick is insane and I need this to happen to […]
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Hi everyone!! I hope you all had a good weekend:) We are so close to being done with this semester, that’s wild HAHA only a couple books to go!! This week I read José Eduardo Agualusa’s The Book of Chameleons. Not going to lie I felt super lost reading this book, I’m not sure if […]
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“The Lover” left me in a state of perplexity long after I had finished reading the novel not because of its plot, but because of its power dynamics between Duras and her lover, the Chinese man. I find the title “The Lover” intriguing because it seems to me that Duras refuses to be identified as […]
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Despite finding “Black Shack Alley” a bit slow-going at first, I appreciate how Zobel depicts the reality of Caribbean society following the abolition of slavery in implicit, but nevertheless, powerful ways. His emphasis on the sense of community throughout the novel goes hand in hand with the idea of resistance. Zobel illustrates his childhood memories, […]
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Hi again! I hope you are all doing well. This week, I read “The Shrouded Women.” I would say it has been my favourite out of the other books we have discussed. Maria Luisa Bombal does a great job of capturing the story and the emotions of the main character, Ana María. I especially found […]
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In Bombal’s second novel, La amortajada (The Shrouded Woman), the recently deceased protagonist, while attending her own funeral, reflects on her life’s memories. The shrouded woman was a wonderful yet painful narrative of a woman reflecting on her life after death and watching over people she cared about. Several passages of this novel sent shivers […]
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