A widowed Buenos Aires artist celebrates her 49th birthday by spending the summer alone in a remote seaside village to escape social pressures and her restrictive family. With humor and irony, she describes the incessant visits by her three daughters and their emotional and financial demands. Prompted by her time of reflection as well as the periods of interruption, she makes several important decisions about her future.
The unnamed narrator of this book, who has just turned 49, has gone to stay at La Paloma beach in Uruguay to spend 120 days living alone. We learn that she is a noted artist and published art critic with an upper middle-class background and with adequate funds to support herself. She is also socially connected to wealthier people in Buenos Aires who can spend their summers in the Uruguayan resort of Punta del Este which is larger and fashionable. She has said `Enough’ to that social milieu and explains that this is really a diary of why she said ‘Enough’ to that and in time says ’Enough’ to attempts to define her by the people in her new life. Her paradoxical explanation of her personal search is “I have come in search of solitude of a headlong confrontation with my deeper self” even though she expresses hatred of being alone. What you find out is that she is trying to explore who she is as a separate individual when not defined by the roles society demands of her – wife, mother, sexual partner, artist, sister, daughter etc. This is a strikingly frank and detailed diary which, though fictional, reads true. At first, she finds herself building relationships with the local people, the bodega owners, fisherman, local celebrities etc., building a network to supplant the one she had exiled herself from, though conscious that this militates against her time to be alone with herself. Notably she assesses her attractiveness to every new man she meets even though she eventually rejects pairing up. The writing is so good you feel as overwhelmed as she does when the various people from her usual life descend upon her seemingly unable to allow her to pursue an existence where they are not needed. Most extreme are her three selfish and greedy daughters who can’t imagine that now they are adults she is not automatically `available’ to them. To the narrator she spent her previous existence being `available’ to children, her late husband and various lovers, and it stopped her being a whole person but defined her as an addendum to the lives of others. This novel was first published in 1968 in Bullrich’s native Spanish and then translated into English in 1996. If it was published today I think it would be considered a notable feminist work. There are just two paragraphs that date it which I won’t describe except to say that you would not expect a cultured artist and writer of her background to express the biases that she expresses in this day and age. At the end she says `Enough’ again and chooses not to be contained in the new identity the community she’s adopted has assigned to her but chooses change as a constant. She tells her daughter “you have nothing if you do not have yourself, if you don’t know yourself, or can’t put up with yourself”. A book well worth reading.
This is an evocative, unusual book. The author, born 1915, is of my mother's generation and Argentinian. She makes me wonder if we (women) have indeed progressed at all? i felt as though she wrote my secrets, those so deep that disguises are unnecessary. Her sarcasm, born of the pain of mistakes and repercussions, felt very real, so palpable. What do we owe the next generation? After they're educated, do we owe them anything? A great book for those of us who have reached the age of invisibility and i suspect you know who you are, right?
Encontré este libro en un negocio de usados y que sorpresa!! Me encantó! La voz que elige la autora en primera persona es perspicaz, divertida, reflexiva y audaz. Me dió mucho placer leerlo y conocer a cada uno de los personajes que aparecen en ese paraje de las costas uruguayas llamado La Paloma. Tengo ganas de leer más de Silvina Bullrich. Definitivamente fue mi hallazgo de 2024.
A short book which took a long-ish time to read. Tedious at times, and dated, but not altogether unlikable. The story/diary of a middle-aged woman, rather self-centered but still perceptive, she spends her summer on a beach in Uruguay with plans for solitude and work. Instead, she receives constant visits from her daughters (Dolores, Alejandra, and Nickie) and others who manage to distract her and give cause for much reflection on the past and the present. Oh, and the future too. This was published in 1968. A story of a certain era, of a woman of a certain age and her place in that era.
We mothers are under an obligation to remain standing, as solid and available as Gothic cathedrals; but we also have an obligation to be dazzled by the stupidities our children reveal in passing so as to astonish us. I too was a daughter. That's why I am being kind. p. 71
I would have liked to hug Alejo and meet Esmeralda. I dream of a future when science will be advanced enough to find a way of allowing us to have grandchildren without having had children. p. 162
I burst out laughing: "Maybe maturity is a second adolescence." p. 171
"I wonder what's going on with you. I don't know if you're euphoric or depressed, if you want to live or to die, if you're feeling the tediousness of life or a sudden blossoming." p. 171
Es bárbara Silvina Bullrich. Una narradora lúcida que busca tiempo para producir su obra y unas hijas insoportables que la interrumpen con sus visitas inoportunas.