Laoise
11-10-2013, 03:47 AM
I have just finished Claire Messud's The Woman Upstairs.
It begins 'How angry am I? You don't want to know. Nobody wants to know about that.'.
It finishes 'I am angry enough, at last, to stop being afraid of life, and angry enough -finally, God willing, with my mother's anger also on my shoulders, a great boil of rage like the sun's fire in me - before I die to ****ing well live. Just watch me.'
These are Nora Elridge's first words to the reader and the fuel for this book. When reading I became Nora and I lived through Nora's uncomfortable, private white hot rage. There were no open expressions of violence between humans and Nora was arguably neither victim or aggressor.
I have never read a book like it. Why? It leads me to think about the contrast between kelidescope of human darkness and the acceptable expressions of the human shadow side. Violence, victims, oppressors, tragedy, ill health, poverty, ignorance, there are a myriad of stories of darkness in our literature to help us somehow understand if not accept the human condition. But what about anger and particularly female a anger in a modern context?
Any thoughts? Any recommendations?
Laoise
It begins 'How angry am I? You don't want to know. Nobody wants to know about that.'.
It finishes 'I am angry enough, at last, to stop being afraid of life, and angry enough -finally, God willing, with my mother's anger also on my shoulders, a great boil of rage like the sun's fire in me - before I die to ****ing well live. Just watch me.'
These are Nora Elridge's first words to the reader and the fuel for this book. When reading I became Nora and I lived through Nora's uncomfortable, private white hot rage. There were no open expressions of violence between humans and Nora was arguably neither victim or aggressor.
I have never read a book like it. Why? It leads me to think about the contrast between kelidescope of human darkness and the acceptable expressions of the human shadow side. Violence, victims, oppressors, tragedy, ill health, poverty, ignorance, there are a myriad of stories of darkness in our literature to help us somehow understand if not accept the human condition. But what about anger and particularly female a anger in a modern context?
Any thoughts? Any recommendations?
Laoise