Hi, everyone. Welcome to my fifth blog! This week I read “Agostino” written by Alberto Moravia. It is a complicated story. I have many thoughts to share with you.The protagonist is a little boy named Agostino. When I first started reading this boo…
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Hi, everyone. Welcome to my fifth blog! This week I read “Agostino” written by Alberto Moravia. It is a complicated story. I have many thoughts to share with you.The protagonist is a little boy named Agostino. When I first started reading this boo…
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This novel was much easier to read than “Combray” and it was also more entertaining. I really enjoyed the structure of this book and how it was broken into distinct parts. I loved seeing the different stages of Silvio’s life. Right from the start I was very intrigued by Silvio’s fascination with bandits and theft. […]
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“Combray” by Marcel Proust is easily a book that can be understood and interpreted in many ways. First I will begin by saying that I did not enjoy the writing structure of novel, the long and extreme descriptive writing made it hard to follow the narrative at some points. In the first part alone, many […]
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blog#6 – taming Chaos — The Duality of Cécile was by far the most captivating aspect of Bonjour Tristesse. Françoise Sagan’s ability to portray both a wild, cunning jealousy and guilt-ridden empathy and sorrow is what makes the book such an interesting read. The raw honesty and (at times, hesitant yet inevitable) introspection of Cécile’s own […]
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blog#2 – Combray and Childhood Guilt — While reading Proust’s Combray, I automatically and unconsciously tried to categorize it in my brain with themes of other texts and books I’ve read in the past. The result was somewhere between ‘intimacy-deprived only child soliloquy‘ and ‘anxiety fueled mommy issues‘. Though Combray left with me with more […]
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