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Elena Ferrante

There is this presumption, in those who feel destined for art and above all

There is this presumption, in those who feel destined for art and above all literature: we act as if we had received an investiture, but in fact no one has invested us with anything, it is we who have authorized ourselves to be authors.
Posted 5 months ago

I felt squeezed in that vise along with the mass of everyday things and peo

I felt squeezed in that vise along with the mass of everyday things and people, and I had a bad taste in my mouth, a permanent sense of nausea that exhausted me, as if everything, thus compacted, and always tighter, were grinding me up, reducing me to a r
Posted 5 months ago

It's only and always the two of us who are involved, she who wants me to gi

It's only and always the two of us who are involved, she who wants me to give her what nature and circumstances kept, I who can't give what she demands; she who gets angry at my inadequacy and out of spite wants to reduce me to nothing, as she has done wi
Posted 5 months ago

Her nausea increased, the dialect had become unfamiliar, the way our wet th

Her nausea increased, the dialect had become unfamiliar, the way our wet throats bathed the words in the liquid of saliva was intolerable. A sense of repulsion had invested all the bodies in movement, their bone structure, the frenzy that shook them. How
Posted 5 months ago

Literary truth is not the truth of the biographer or the reporter, it’s not

Literary truth is not the truth of the biographer or the reporter, it’s not a police report or a sentence handed down by a court. It’s not even the plausibility of a well-constructed narrative. Literary truth is entirely a matter of wording and is directl
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I think of writing now as a long, tiring, pleasant seduction. The stories t

I think of writing now as a long, tiring, pleasant seduction. The stories that you tell, the words that you use and refine, the characters you try to give life to are merely tools with which you circle around the elusive, unnamed, shapeless thing that bel
Posted 5 months ago

I felt that not only in my book but in novels in general there was somethin

I felt that not only in my book but in novels in general there was something that truly agitated me, a bare and throbbing heart . . . But was that what I wanted? To write, to write with purpose, to write better than I had already? And to study the stories
Posted 5 months ago

When one stops writing one becomes oneself again, the person one usually is

When one stops writing one becomes oneself again, the person one usually is, in terms of occupations, thoughts, language. Thus I am now me again, I am here, I go about my ordinary business, I have nothing to do with the book, or, to be exact, I entered it
Posted 5 months ago

I believe that, for those who love to write, time spent writing is never wa

I believe that, for those who love to write, time spent writing is never wasted. And then isn't it from book to book that we approach the book that we really want to write?
Posted 5 months ago

What’s got into me? Do I want children? Do I want to be a mamma, nursing an

What’s got into me? Do I want children? Do I want to be a mamma, nursing and singing lullabies? Marriage plus pregnancy? And if my mother should emerge from my stomach just now when I think I’m safe?
Posted 5 months ago

Only when we feel the story in each of its moments or places are we able to

Only when we feel the story in each of its moments or places are we able to tell it properly.
Posted 5 months ago

Religion will disappear from men's consciousness when, finally, we have con

Religion will disappear from men's consciousness when, finally, we have constructed a world of equals, without class distinctions, and with a sound of scientific conception of society and of life
Posted 5 months, 1 week ago