Status Updates From Memorie di una sopravvissuta

Me when anarchy hits and a random child appears in my living room

Dnf p. 90… too boring

Emily uskus, et ta on saanud perekonna valmiskujul.

‘It’, perhaps - on this occasion in history - was, above all, a consciousness of something ending.

Perhaps our tacit agreement that nothing much - or at least nothing irrecoverable - was happening was because for us the enemy was Reality, was to allow ourselves to know what was happening.

Tiene un parecido a Parábola del Sembrador, pero contado más como memoria, muy personal. Necesito saber como termina

Oye que está bueno

Me gusta, ciencia ficcion media Octavia Butler

mom core

how i love being a woman

this book is not bad at all and is even at times good but i hope it ends soon

it’s not bad when you get into it but i just have no desire to continue reading it

Emily is so real

People were so generous. That was an odd thing: mutual aid and self-sacrifice went side by side with the callousness.

She was an earthquake of fevers, energies, desires, anger, need.

In appearance all I did was to live quietly there. . . inside it was all chaos: the feeling one is taken over by, at the times in one's life when everything is in change, movement, destruction--or reconstruction, but that is not always evident at the time--a feeling of helplessness, as if one were being whirled about in a dust-devil or a centrifuge.

The old have been young; the young have never been old.

He was a slight man, young for a professor, still in his thirties; a precise, an ashy man, with everything in his life in its proper place.

She needed, she needed very much, to know what walls, what shelter she was going to be able to pull around her, like a blanket, for comfort.

Revisiting because it all seems to be coming to pass.

Relecture pour mon mémoire.

وأصبح النهار طويلاً وأخذ الربيع يشفي الأشجار المجروحة 💙

I find it interesting that the focus is more on the protagonist's inner thoughts and describing atmosphere than on the plot as such, which is left in the background - I also like that the roving adolescent street gangs are actually creating a functioning post-apocalyptic society, there are a lot of dystopian SF clichés that Lessing turns on their heads here

fascinating to read the protagonist's thoughts on her adoptive daughter falling in love with the leader of one of the nomadic gangs, as well as philosophising over the inner lives of the vagrants moving into the high-rise... it really does feel like a story told from the viewpoint of someone who would be a background character in a regular post-apocalyptic novel

reminds me of JG Ballard's "High Rise" being a story of civilisational collapse from the viewpoint of someone living in a 1970's-era British apartment complex encountering both stuffy academics and roving street gangs, the difference is that the entire society is collapsing and the description of the gangs taking over the cities so I am also reminded of "A Clockwork Orange" told from the bystanders' viewpoint

Minen tiiä jaksanko loppuun tämän puuron.

'How can you blame a kid of four? (...) No, but if no one saves them either, then that's the same as blaming them, isn't it? Isn't it?' he appealed to me.

certains essayent d'améliorer les choses, transmettre de l'espoir, et d'autres abandonnent tout simplement - car pas d'espoir. (fin avec Gerald)

impermanence de l'endroit d'habitation, impermanence des gangs / tribus.

désarroi de la future génération, qui est perdue. peut-être comme les adultes ? ça, on ne le sait pas. un livre très étrange, mais qui ne manque pas de me faire réagir, pour sûr.