
#Falling #Cinnamon Another book on the endless #TBRMountain
#Falling #Cinnamon Another book on the endless #TBRMountain
This is an "it's not you, it's me" DNF. I just don't have the bandwidth to put in the effort on a translated classic right now. I feel mild FOMO, but not enough to change my mind.
A woman, G.H., in a Rio de Janeiro apartment goes into her maid's room after she has quit. She finds only a strange drawing on the wall & a cockroach in a cabinet. What follows is a monologue that is in turns mesmerizing, baffling, luminous, unsettling & mystical. An unforgettable experience.
#ClassicSummer2024 Book 6
My 1st Lispector is unlike any novel I‘ve read. The whole book is the interior monologue of the main character, who seems to be on existential crisis as she muses on identity, death, religion,etc. Her complex philosophical ideas on life are perplexing to me; her thoughts are often contradictory & hard to follow, yet hypnotic. Not a book for everyone. For it being hypnotic & provocative merely from an encounter with a cockroach, it‘s not a ‘pan‘.
I‘ve been in quite the slump lately. Just finished one, and really enjoying this too! Hope this slump is over!
I can‘t believe Dom Casmurro was written in 1899. It‘s brilliant. I read the translation by Margaret Jull Costa and Robin Patterson.