Near to the Wild Heart (Penguin Modern Classics)

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The more we read about Joana, the more we realize that like day and night, and brightness and darkness, she is full of contradictions and oppositions: She was sadly a happy woman. li definisce Alfredo Giuliani nella quarta e nel suo articolo su Repubblica intitolato Debutto selvaggio (del 27 settembre 1987). You can unsubscribe from our list at any point by changing your preferences, or contacting us directly. The prose is fluent, hallucinogenic at times, alight with figurative images and sometimes resistant to linear logic and analysis: this is writing that has to be felt rather than merely understood and so has an appeal to somewhere more visceral than just the brain.

She goes on like a caterpillar who, even bruised, fat, and ugly, weaves a cocoon around her to reach her other stage.Joana is formed by her disturbed childhood, and the early death of her mother, then her father, contributes to her unusual attitude towards life. I like that notion of a deity - the first one I have come across which doesn’t fill me with anger, guilt and nauseating frustration at the injustice of it all.

And Joana knows that, instinctively, rejecting the idea of one truth, one path to a happiness that symbolises a stasis she can’t embrace. Near to the Wild Heart won with 457 votes: a spectacular number, considering that only nine hundred copies had actually been put on sale. Images of the sea are also prevalent in this novel as Joana feels an affinity to the freedom and boundless nature of the ocean.Momenti rossi, momenti grigi, grande costante cui aspira il mare, immenso e imperscrutabile, il mistero dietro le cose che, se svelato, le priva di essenza. Wanted to record these here now before talking about the book with anyone else – and really looking forward to others’ thoughts. Her style will divide people for sure (that’s kind of what I was getting at with my comment about admiring the quality of the writing even if I couldn’t bring myself to love the book). Her images dazzle even when her meaning is most obscure, and when she is writing of what she despises she is lucidity itself.