Just a note here to register my disappointment re Elena Ferrante's The Lying Lives of Adults, which in a previous post, based on my reading of an edited version of the first 4 chapters or so that appeared in the NYTimes, I said I looked forward w/ enthusiasm to reading the whole novel. But having read (most of) the novel, I have to sadly say that the best part by far was the first set of chapters, in which the young woman narrator meets her estranged aunt and learns some of her, and her father's, family secrets. Ferrante knows how to put the bone in the throat right away - same with her famous Brilliant Friend series, which begins as the 2 young girls seek to retrieve a lost toy (a doll?) that had made its way to the local Mafia chieftain - but after the narrator meets Aunt Vittoria the colorful and somewhat unbalanced aunt more or less disappears from the narrative and the novel devolves into a, for me, tedious account of the narrator's coming into adulthood, replete w/ moods and emotions familiar to anyone of any gender - questions about one's body, about sexual attraction (and repulsion), dealing w/ betrayal by friends and family unrest - all good material but in my view EF just lays it all out without any truly memorable scenes of high drama or moments of mysterious beauty, just stepping our way through the events of this young woman's life. What a disappointment!
Tuesday, December 22, 2020
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