The Shrouded Woman by Maria Luisa Bombal has been my favourite of the books we have read so far. I certainly found it the most compelling, and recognised many of the themes that were going on.
I think the theme that most stood out to me was that of realisation. We as people tend to be our most sober around death, and you often hear people talking about their realisations of what really matters in life and how they want to live each passing day only after being confronted with mortality; be it their own or someone dear to them. Bombal manages to take this theme and subvert it by showing that while those who live are faced with hard-hitting realisations, so are the dead.
The regret of wasted time is one that we have all felt (I reckon it’s one of the most universal regrets), including Ana Maria. She is struck by this realisation when she is reunited with her first love, only to realise that they both loved each other despite all the years they’d been apart. Her cry of “Oh God, dear God! Must we die in order to know?” (p176) really hit home for me. At the time of writing, I have been fortunate enough to not have felt the impact of a death close to me. However, I have seen people I love be devastated by grief and the loss of someone dear. Death is a very taboo subject in many societies, which makes it difficult to talk about openly. This often causes it to be an “out of mind, out of sight” situation where people aren’t exposed to it until it happens, and the shock of it all can be very disorientating.
Beside death, a theme that is worth talking about is that of beauty. In this book, beauty can be lumped in with jealousy, insecurity, and the male gaze. Maria Griselda, the character known for being astonishingly beautiful. She reminds me a bit of Remedios the Beauty in Gabriel Garcia Marquez’ One Hundred Years of Solitude in that her beauty supposedly causes men to make bad decisions, and then she’s held accountable for things that she has no control over.
Maria Griselda’s beauty is also a source of suffering for the women in the novel, with Silvia eventually resorting to suicide because she was so jealous of this woman for sTeaLiNg hEr HusBanD; “I thought I was lovely until I met Maria Griselda. Maria Griselda is a hundred times more beautiful than I!” (p193). However, her beauty can never be held in isolation from other perspectives. All the suffering and emotions that are felt as a result of her appearance come from the male gaze. Be it men’s disloyalty to their wives, or women’s jealousy as a result of their inherent value as women being threatened, it all comes down to what men think. It is what it is I guess. Bombal puts it more eloquently than I do: “Why oh why must a woman’s nature be such that a man has always to be the pivot of her life?” (p226).
There’s so much more to discuss about this novel, since there are many rich themes. However, the question I pose is: Are emotions a good “reason to be”? If so, is hatred a bad one?
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The Shrouded Woman by Maria Luisa Bombal has been my favourite of the books we have read so far. I certainly found it the most compelling, and recognised many of the themes that were going on.
I think the theme that most stood out to me was that of realisation. We as people tend to be our most sober around death, and you often hear people talking about their realisations of what really matters in life and how they want to live each passing day only after being confronted with mortality; be it their own or someone dear to them. Bombal manages to take this theme and subvert it by showing that while those who live are faced with hard-hitting realisations, so are the dead.
The regret of wasted time is one that we have all felt (I reckon it’s one of the most universal regrets), including Ana Maria. She is struck by this realisation when she is reunited with her first love, only to realise that they both loved each other despite all the years they’d been apart. Her cry of “Oh God, dear God! Must we die in order to know?” (p176) really hit home for me. At the time of writing, I have been fortunate enough to not have felt the impact of a death close to me. However, I have seen people I love be devastated by grief and the loss of someone dear. Death is a very taboo subject in many societies, which makes it difficult to talk about openly. This often causes it to be an “out of mind, out of sight” situation where people aren’t exposed to it until it happens, and the shock of it all can be very disorientating.
Beside death, a theme that is worth talking about is that of beauty. In this book, beauty can be lumped in with jealousy, insecurity, and the male gaze. Maria Griselda, the character known for being astonishingly beautiful. She reminds me a bit of Remedios the Beauty in Gabriel Garcia Marquez’ One Hundred Years of Solitude in that her beauty supposedly causes men to make bad decisions, and then she’s held accountable for things that she has no control over.
Maria Griselda’s beauty is also a source of suffering for the women in the novel, with Silvia eventually resorting to suicide because she was so jealous of this woman for sTeaLiNg hEr HusBanD; “I thought I was lovely until I met Maria Griselda. Maria Griselda is a hundred times more beautiful than I!” (p193). However, her beauty can never be held in isolation from other perspectives. All the suffering and emotions that are felt as a result of her appearance come from the male gaze. Be it men’s disloyalty to their wives, or women’s jealousy as a result of their inherent value as women being threatened, it all comes down to what men think. It is what it is I guess. Bombal puts it more eloquently than I do: “Why oh why must a woman’s nature be such that a man has always to be the pivot of her life?” (p226).
There’s so much more to discuss about this novel, since there are many rich themes. However, the question I pose is: Are emotions a good “reason to be”? If so, is hatred a bad one?
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