Bu kitapta kişiler değil de, duygular ve durumlar konuşuyor sanki. Kim kimdi diye düşünerek okudum bi süre, sonra o kaygıyı bırakıp sadece kitapta hakim duyguya saldım kendimi. Marguerite Duras'ın kitaplarındaki o aynı his, o duygunun da tarifi yok bende, tanımlayamıyorum.
this made my eyes glaze over so much, i started reading the interview where duras said she can’t read novels anymore because of the sentences, and how that kind of motivated her writing this and all i can say is this made me love sentences more than i ever have
This is just the kind of book I wouldn't get through if any longer. Luckily, at 85 pages, I managed it in two sittings. I definitely want to find the movie version.
It's experimental and mostly plotless, the four main characters are interchangable, which was confusing for a minute, but then exciting. There's sex and quiet desperation, a wild forest beyond normalcy, set in a hotel in rural France.
I happened to watch "Zabriskie Point" while reading this, and was struck by a similarity of tone. They both came out in 1970.
Ayer terminé de leer esta novela. Hacía bastante tiempo que quería conseguirla. Como la mayoría de los libros de Duras, me costó un poco. El título me seducía mucho. Y empecé a imaginar una historia durasiana en torno a esas dos palabras. Esa historia no tenía nada que ver con el libro. No sé si me gustó mucho. Me gusta el estilo de Marguerite Duras: seco, directo, de una poesía áspera e intensa. Creo que no me preocupa tanto la anécdota, el argumento, como la experiencia de leer ese estilo en particular, esa manera de contar, esas palabras que crean atmósferas apacibles y tensas al mismo tiempo, con esos personajes esquivos, difusos. Probablemente lo más interesante de Duras es cómo des-realiza la realidad.
This is a short, strange and haunting novel that I have been thinking about and trying to fully understand for years. How many years? 10? I don’t remember. I bought it at a used bookstore and, like in a fantasy movie, I found it has magical powers. I’ve read many times and will probably read it again.
I love Duras's style, but I just don't get it. Maybe I'm not smart enough, but I don't know much more than what people are writing about in the reviews---maybe I am not literary enough to appreciate it.