Posts Tagged: Clarice Lispector
Henry James found in the stories of Constance Fenimore Woolson “a remarkable minuteness of observation and tenderness of feeling on the part of one who evidently did not glance and pass, but lingered and analyzed.”
There’s a roll call of rediscovered and canonical women writers at Salon....more
If rats then represent terror and chickens innocent striving for something approaching authenticity, humans, for Lispector, are strangely in the middle, often stricken with fear, or handing out terror, but ready also to soar or break loose or achieve some freedom or be fully alert to their fate in a time short enough for one of her stories to be enacted.
At The Nation, Ava Kofman talks about Clarice Lispector and her continual mystique as a writer who refuted such nonsense as plot, rebuked literature from Borges to Joyce, and still captured the literary world with a fierce grip and claws:
Or as Lispector put it: “I can’t sum myself up because you can’t add a chair and two apples.
She couldn’t remember the last time she’d been alone with herself. Maybe never. It was always her–with others, and in these others she was reflected and the others were reflected in her. Nothing was–was pure, she thought without understanding what she meant.
This week, two underappreciated masters of the weird and uncanny are finally getting their due attention. That’s right, we’re talking about Clarice Lispector and Shirley Jackson, two literary powerhouses who wrote contemporaneously in different styles, different languages, even different hemispheres, but who have some striking similarities....more
We’ve noticed a new wave of love for Clarice Lispector recently, and so has Benjamin Anastas at The New Republic. With the new translation and release of a complete edition of her stories, Anastas outlines how Lispector has been given the “Bolaño treatment—and the global acclaim she has long deserved.”...more
“A note exists between two notes of music, between two facts exists a fact, between two grains of sand no matter how close together there exists an interval of space, a sense that exists between senses,” writes Brazilian novelist Clarice Lispector in The Passion According to G.H....more
“But what if there were no one around with whom to reach an agreement about the meaning of a word? What if the thing you’re trying to express can’t really be understood by anyone else?”
Sarah Gerard looks at Wittgenstein, marital rights, and translation in her review of the new edition of Clarice Lispector’s The Passion According to G.H....more