Status Updates From The Days of Abandonment

Starting this again! Maybe I’ll actually finish it this time :D

This is for bookclub!!! So excited

If I could write like this, I’d never shut up about it

Saying “this writing is delicious, I want to melt it over bread and devour it,” this early on into a book always gets me into trouble, but knock on wood, I’ll enjoy this.

what’s the need to hit a dog with a fkng tree bark REPEATEDLY just to lash out from your husband leaving? fuck the MC. I understand being depressed and irrational but animal cruelty? really?

larguei.

I’m really liking this one

This is peak garbage man literature.

This is becoming a book on the same level as My Year of Rest and Relaxation.

What
The
Fuck
?!?!?!?!

ngm me avisou q era livro de terror

ta książka jest jak zły sen

I thought I loved Ferrante’s writing about relationships but when I picked up Days of Abandonment, I was annoyed at the main character’s over wrought emotions at losing her husband; I hated how dependent she was on a man’s presence in her life and how irresponsible she seemed toward her children whom she doesn’t seem to see as individuals with their own feelings. Not sure I’ll finish this book. :(

this is hitting extremely close to home.. lol

“I, who had always set against the occasional emotional confusion the stable order of our affections, now felt so violently the bitterness of loss, an intolerable grief, the anxiety of falling out of the web of certainties and having to relearn life without the security of knowing how to do it.”

“What a mistake it had been to entrust the sense of myself to his gratifications, his enthusiasms, to the ever more productive course of his life. What a mistake, above all, it had been to believe that I couldn’t live without him, when for a long time I had not been at all certain that I was alive with him.”

“Success depends on the capacity to manipulate the obvious with calculated precision. (…), I didn’t know how to yield completely to Mario’s gaze. I had tried. Obtuse though I was, I pretended to be a right angle, and had managed to choke off even my vocation of moving from fantasy to fantasy. It hadn’t been sufficient, he had withdrawn anyway, he had gone to be joined more solidly elsewhere”

Olga is insufferable.

“In order to write well, I need to go to the heart of every question, of a smaller, safer place. Eliminate the superfluous. Narrow the field. To write truly is to speak from the depths of the maternal womb. Turn the page, Olga, begin again from the beginning.”

“At times the solidity of things is entrusted to irritating elements that appear to disrupt their cohesion.”

“He couldn’t decide to leave me and yet store in the house the perspiration from his pores, the aura of his body, so strong that it broke even the poisonous seal of Otto.”

“A broken clock that, because its metal heart continued to beat, was now breaking the time of everything else.”

“Something in my senses wasn’t working. An interruption of feeling, of feelings. Sometimes I abandoned myself to it, at times I was frightened.”

“While I was taking care of the children, I was expecting from Mario a moment that never arrived, the moment when I would be again as I had been before my pregnancies, young, slender, energetic, shamelessly certain I could make of myself a memorable person.”

“I am the queen of spades, I am the wasp that stings, I am the dark serpent. I am the invulnerable animal who passes through fire and is not burned.”

“At every crisis of despair I had set aside my own crises to comfort him. I had disappeared into his minutes, into his hours, so that he could concentrate.”

“I had taken away my own time and added it to his to make him more powerful. I had put aside my own aspirations to go along with his.”

“Sometimes she gave me the feeling that she didn’t like me, as if she recognized in me something of herself that she hated, a secret evil of her own.”

le fait que le mot braquemart soit le seul terme utilisé pour parler du z*zi c’est hilarant