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Nothing you read about Elena Ferrante s work prepares you for the ferocity of it Amy Rowland, The New York Times The book is acerbic, biting, warm, horrifying, searing, endearing, astounding, changing like the weather The days, weeks and months following an Italian man s announcement that he is leaving his wife and two children Ferrante jolts the reader littlethan a hundred words in, by having Olga, her first person narrator, conclude her description of her abandonment Then he assum Nothing you read about Elena Ferrante s work prepares you for the ferocity of it Amy Rowland, The New York Times The book is acerbic, biting, warm, horrifying, searing, endearing, astounding, changing like the weather The days, weeks and months following an Italian man s announcement that he is leaving his wife and two children Ferrante jolts the reader littlethan a hundred words in, by having Olga, her first person narrator, conclude her description of her abandonment Then he assumed the blame for everything that was happening and closed the door carefully behind him, leaving me turned to stone beside the sink Olga, who is was a sometime writer, grapples with a woman s dilemma why Am I no longer attractive Has he become bored with me Is he having an affair But mostly she confronts her own past as a young girl, when a neighbor the poverella that poor woman as she came to be called was similarly abandoned, fell to pieces, was pitied and mocked by other women, eventually committing suicide Olga s own mother warns her that the poverella, having endured this ultimate humiliation, is as dry now as a salted anchovy , and implies that this is what is inevitable or maybe not when a woman loses hold of a man All these bits of her past swirl around, within, through Olga s memory, Olga s mind, her consciousness, her emotions.This makes the book sound almost like a story for women only, addressing concerns that not even all women would have interest in, a pot boiler, chick lit Far from it.Ferrante s writing astounds, brings chills to the spine and tears to the eyes, but not because it s heart grabbing No It s mind grabbing This writing soars It is such exalted literature that one becomes first surprised, then amazed, then dumbfounded How has such a writer, an anonymous Italian woman, appeared in these times one who can be compared to the greatest writers of the last hundred years And has been, by several critics It plays with time It probes the psyche It dissects memory, tells an ever accelerating story of a woman s psychological and physical breakdown It descends into the dark night of the human soul This is The Lord of the Flies, The Pit and the Pendulum, and Roman Polanski s Repulsion rolled into a sordid, swirling mass, and implanted into the reader s brain One is silently screaming with fear and pity, trembling in anticipation of the outcome.And then somehow, amazingly, believably, Ferrante brings a calm back to Olga, as she finds herself emerging out the other side of her nightmare, perhaps wiser, perhapsaccepting, surely older,in tune with life as it actually is Near the end, Olga has a final meeting with her former husband.I looked at him attentively It was really true, there was no longer anything about him that could interest me He wasn t even a fragment of the past, he was only a stain, like the print of a hand left years ago on a wall.Previous review To the Lighthouse V WoolfNext review Summer of 49 baseballOlder review The English PatientPrevious library review The Marriage of Cadmus and Harmony CalassoNext library review My Brilliant Friend Ferrante Look at me, I said to the glass in a whisper, a breath The mirror was summing up my situation The worse side, the better side, geometry of the hidden.The stage is set with everything at its right place The lunch is prepared, served and without further ado, an unexpected and grievous announcement is made from across the table with a nonchalance rightly belonging to some stranger rather than that one dear person who shared with you yet another embarrassingly funny tale of his teenage self as a Look at me, I said to the glass in a whisper, a breath The mirror was summing up my situation The worse side, the better side, geometry of the hidden.The stage is set with everything at its right place The lunch is prepared, served and without further ado, an unexpected and grievous announcement is made from across the table with a nonchalance rightly belonging to some stranger rather than that one dear person who shared with you yet another embarrassingly funny tale of his teenage self as a prelude to the unexceptional lovemaking just a couple of nights ago The wonted calm abruptly gets replaced by an uninvited chaos and the neat arrangement of a happy home appears to be the mocking backdrop of a black comedy where things are supposed to take several turns for better or for worseDays of Abandonment are here along with an indefinite darkness Elena Ferrante by means of a gripping narration develops a combative atmosphere where hope, loneliness and anguish are engaged in an aggressive rivalry to claim their influence in the life of Olga Olga the dreamy adolescent, a thoughtful woman, mother of two kids, and a writer driven by need instead of love who now allocates a mere ten ordinary sentences to encapsulate her whole life which has been brutally impeded by the glaring title of abandoned wife Abandoned not only by a husband but all those illusions that shaped her perceptions and gave way to a sedate persona that at once crumbled when came face to face with an undeserved miseryThe meanings, the meaning of her life I suddenly understood were only a dazzlement of late adolescence, my illusion of stability.My thoughts while reading this book were diverse and conflicted After each new chapter, I added one positive point, struck another negative remark and held the ambiguous ones to tease the cynic in me The writing is suffused with astute observations and a relentless energy that remains faithful to Olga s erratic state of mind but it demands understanding in a playful manner Here s a woman who discards her calculated sophistication and succumbs to a madcap behavior which at times displayed an almost caricatural representation of sentimentality A grief so gaudy began to repel me Though soon it becomes clear that what is actually on display is an ingenious show not tell example of articulating bewildered senses of an individual who feels utterly defenseless against the extremity of her desperation and simultaneously trying hard to analyse her situation by gathering subtle hints scattered all over her days of unexamined lifeIf I were to start from there, from those secret emotions, perhaps I would understand better why he had gone and why 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 itPerhaps this is a book Ferrante never aspired to write and this is definitely a story Olga never wanted to live but these stories are like rippled reflections in the ocean of harsher truths that real lives are and one becomes their protagonist owing to that unpredictable stroke of destiny when our dreams never come true but our nightmares sometimes do #Download ⚸ Zilele regăsirii mele ⚞ Cine e aceast misterioas Elena Ferrante pe care nici succesul interna ional al romanelor ei, nici premiile literare n o fac s renun e la totala discre ie n care se nconjoar Nimeni nu tie cum arat nici m car dac o femeie i nu un b rbat se ascunde sub acest pseudonim n Zilele reg sirii mele n ai niciun motiv s te ndoie ti c autorul e o femeie Elena Ferrante cunoa te n profunzime disperarea femeii dede ani, abandonate de so , nc t i vine s crezi c a trecut ea ns i printr o dram asem n toare despre care s a hot r t s scrie cu o sf ietoare i dezarmant sinceritateDar dac , totu i, nu e I first heard about Elena Ferrante about a year ago when everyone seemed to read her Neapolitan saga So I joined the club too and readMy brilliant friend, the first installment of the series I pretty liked that one though to be honest sometimes I was lost in the plethora of names and constantly confused who was who and with whom I didn t find the language especially captivating but it was nicely written and I hadn t any problem with reading it But if I had to indicate any reservation it wo I first heard about Elena Ferrante about a year ago when everyone seemed to read her Neapolitan saga So I joined the club too and readMy brilliant friend, the first installment of the series I pretty liked that one though to be honest sometimes I was lost in the plethora of names and constantly confused who was who and with whom I didn t find the language especially captivating but it was nicely written and I hadn t any problem with reading it But if I had to indicate any reservation it would probably be the voices of two main protagonists Sometimes I just couldn t hear them in the spate of events and other protagonists.OtherwiseThe days of abandonment Here nothing distracts us, nothing diverts our attention from our heroine Olga, well groomed, happy wife and mother of two, all of a sudden finds herself abandoned and excluded from previous life Nothing new, one could say Not necessarily because as classic saysall happy families are alike each unhappy family is unhappy in its own wayWhen I mention this quote it is also due to some similarity to Anna Karenina that Olga deeply feels.Olga is a nice person, kind and gentle but abandoned by husband, gradually and inexorably changes and the novel is a meticulous, sometimes so detailed that it just hurts, description of these changes, her shifting moods, her omissions, her lack of security, her losing integrity Her days of abandonment Firstly is an act of denying, that delusiveit s nothing, everything will be finephase And of course it is not So she slowly enters theanddark and bleak areas Her changing moods, verbal exhibitionism, almost diarrhea of vulgar thoughts, obscene language and imagined scenes of perverse sex are painful and very reliable though at times unbearable But from the other hand her anguish, her lips that miss to be kissed, her body that needs to be caressed makes you empathize with her and you can t wait when Olga finally escapes from the abyss of own obsessive thoughts and deeds, that she wouldn t share her lot withpoverella , poor abandoned woman, almost mythical creature from Olga s childhood, who finally drowned herself to death.We all know such women like Olga, who gave themselves to their husbands or lovers so entirely, who gave own body, heart and mind not leaving to oneself any single thing to be named own To escape that state, pick up the pieces, relearn life, rename things, define anew what really counts is as painful as previous falling into darkness and disintegration Not nearly as good as Elena Ferrante s Naples Quartet Engaging writing about a husband who leaves his wife and children, but I felt neutral I read this just before reading Ties by Domenico Starnone A similar type story By the end of both novels I wanted to fly kites with the kids and get them ice cream cones The adults can go play in their own sandboxes I m glad I read this short book and Ties but it made me miss the Quartet series..especially book Two and Three Well w Not nearly as good as Elena Ferrante s Naples Quartet Engaging writing about a husband who leaves his wife and children, but I felt neutral I read this just before reading Ties by Domenico Starnone A similar type story By the end of both novels I wanted to fly kites with the kids and get them ice cream cones The adults can go play in their own sandboxes I m glad I read this short book and Ties but it made me miss the Quartet series..especially book Two and Three Well written but Bleak Pathetic This is the sixth novel I have read by Elena Ferrante, and let me tell you her characters are not introspective, contemplative people They are angry people pissed off in a variety of complex ways about why their lives have turned to shit In The Days of Abandonment a husband leaves his wife and two children The wife, our narrator, is incapable of finding a way to live singly Slowly she falls apart Not halfway through yet and I m beginning to wonder if she may not end up institutionalized Th This is the sixth novel I have read by Elena Ferrante, and let me tell you her characters are not introspective, contemplative people They are angry people pissed off in a variety of complex ways about why their lives have turned to shit In The Days of Abandonment a husband leaves his wife and two children The wife, our narrator, is incapable of finding a way to live singly Slowly she falls apart Not halfway through yet and I m beginning to wonder if she may not end up institutionalized There are these mental lapses, emotional tirades The pitch is growingandoff kilter Will she throw herself under a train, like Anna Karenina Will she become a holy terror like Lila in the Neapolitan Novels She has given her husband, Mario, everything She pretty much forced marched him a timid man through his own college education How many times have we heard a story like this Ad infinitium Ferrante as always takes the commonplace human drama and makes it extraordinary And in the middle of the blindsiding abandonment her husband of 15 years leaves her after nothan 15 minute of self justification the terrible children blame everything on her She speaks of the stink of motherhood She s this close to hitting them with the backside of her hand For all the knives are out in Ferrante, nothing is held back, though it may take a little while to unsheath the blades.You re going to love it when she blows up at the utility and phone companies Now that s vicarious joy And when she finds Mario and his whore on the street magic Then she throws herself on a male neighbor who comes up impotent, vainly fellates him into turgidity The story can be both heartbreaking and hilarious at once My God, what an artistic vision What a lot of laughing out loud I m doing while reading This is a novel thick with the bodily fluids of sex, childbirth and blood The stink of motherhood The novels of Ferrante do one thing for me they make me delighted to be without offspring, and make my heart go out to those who undertake that impossible job Slowly she loses the ability to concentrate She seems to be casting herself free of responsibility She forgets to pay the bills, forgets to get the telephone fixed, forgets her son s sudden illness Is he dying Otto the dog is ill, possibly poisoned by the very neighbor she has just tried to reconfirm her femininity with last night This is pathological The mood turns Felliniesque when her daughter reappears after getting into her dresses and makeup in a form she likens to twin dwarves she saw perform as a child I ll keep quiet on what happens next This is a well plotted book that rises to the level of literary fiction Please read it Ferrante is a master at capturing human emotion Not only that, her sentences are so delightful and can turn from horrifying to elating in a matter of seconds I m happy to say this one did not disappoint. I hesitate between giving this book 3 or 4 stars On one hand, it is a visceral, brutal read the story of Olga s near disintegration in the aftermath of her being abandoned by her husband Marco On the day that she discovers the identity of the lover for whom Marco has left and this takes up probably half of the book all hell breaks loose her son vomits in his sleep and has a huge fever and her dog well Mario s dog gets sick and dies, probably poisoned In the midst of all this calamity I hesitate between giving this book 3 or 4 stars On one hand, it is a visceral, brutal read the story of Olga s near disintegration in the aftermath of her being abandoned by her husband Marco On the day that she discovers the identity of the lover for whom Marco has left and this takes up probably half of the book all hell breaks loose her son vomits in his sleep and has a huge fever and her dog well Mario s dog gets sick and dies, probably poisoned In the midst of all this calamity, Olga struggles to hold herself together, but pretty much fails much to the chagrin and disappointment of her daughter It is incredibly realistic and painful to feel Olga s alienation from a world where everything was reduced to an aseptic voice p 68 She tries desperately to put on a brave face To those who hurt me I am giving back in kind 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 p 76 Things fall apart and she becomes A broken clock that, because its metal heart continued to beat, was now breaking the time of everything else p 107 She does manage to survive with her kids and eventually has a final conversation with Mario about their separation in which she confronts him Now I know what an absence of sense is and what happens if you manage to get back to the surface of it You, you don t know At most, you glanced down, you got frightened, and you plugged up the hole p 185 As in all of the Ferrante fiction I have read so far, nothing is held back here the facts and situations come fast and furious with the force of a slap or breaking glass She has certainly found the vein leading to raw feminine pain which she articulates with such skill and daring While not as good as the Napolitain novels, Days of Abandonment is nonetheless a powerful read Oh dear Basically the Neapolitan novels render this book completely obsolete It s like a crude test drive for the character of Elena Elena is called Olga in this novel and is the woman from hell A kind of fantasy creation of how we might behave in our most self indulgent, man hating and self pitying incarnation Essentially she s an educated thirty eight woman who behaves like an adolescent crackhead I could imagine Meryl Streep playing her in a film, except the film I saw would have been a Oh dear Basically the Neapolitan novels render this book completely obsolete It s like a crude test drive for the character of Elena Elena is called Olga in this novel and is the woman from hell A kind of fantasy creation of how we might behave in our most self indulgent, man hating and self pitying incarnation Essentially she s an educated thirty eight woman who behaves like an adolescent crackhead I could imagine Meryl Streep playing her in a film, except the film I saw would have been a comedy and Streep would have been brilliantly funny And that s maybe the problem This novel should have been a comedy it realises this a couple of times and then it s very funny But the tone and prose is so self consciously pretentious and purple that I found myself laughing at the book rather than with it Basically this is the story of a woman who is left by her husband for a much younger woman It s a clich d subject which again begs for some humour Olga reacts in a clich d manner she falls apart so clich d that it might be funny if it wasn t so over written and so awkwardly and unconvincingly philosophical If Olga runs a bath you know the bath is going to overflow If Olga lets her dog off the leash you know something bad is going to happen to the dog In other words this is a novel of relentless melodrama Except the high minded self indulgent prose rarely recognises the necessity of digging out the comedy in melodrama For the most part it takes all its melodrama seriously Here s an example of the vaporous philosophical claptrap this novel abounds in Existence is this, I thought, a start of joy, a stab of pain, an intense pleasure, veins that pulse under the skin, there is no other truth to tell Banality dressed up as gravitas by purple prose All in all I got the sense of a writer still trying to find her voice, still learning how to construct sentences even In a nutshell I don t think this should ever have been published It s disconcerting when you read an early novel by an author you ve come to love and find it thoroughly mediocre, or worse It happened to me with Anthony Doerr as well You end up thinking maybe your original enthusiasm was misplaced I m not going to read anyof the early Ferrante novels Almodovar s Women on the Verge of a Nervous Breakdown Margaret Atwood s terrific uberfeminist two first published novels Charlotte Perkins Gilman s short story avatar heroine from The Yellow Wallpaper THIS, a novel with absolutely perfect symbolism that describes the descent of this woman goin bonkers, with the overflow of emotions which invades her after being left for the other woman Incendiary insightful, Elena Ferrante is one authentic discovery Almodovar s Women on the Verge of a Nervous Breakdown Margaret Atwood s terrific uberfeminist two first published novels Charlotte Perkins Gilman s short story avatar heroine from The Yellow Wallpaper THIS, a novel with absolutely perfect symbolism that describes the descent of this woman goin bonkers, with the overflow of emotions which invades her after being left for the other woman Incendiary insightful, Elena Ferrante is one authentic discovery