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A review by madelinepuckett
Writing by Marguerite Duras
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There is a lot happening in this small volume on writing by Marguerite Duras. Her description of the suffering, the solitude, and the lack of control a writer has over the writing process was very profound.
The person who writes books must always be enveloped by a separation from others. That is one kind of solitude. It is the solitude of the author, of writing.
I happen to agree that in order to write, one must be alone. Or, if one cannot be physically alone, one must be able to create emotional and psychological boundaries and barriers during the writing process.
One does not find solitude, one creates it. Solitude is created alone. I have created it. Because I decided that here was where I should be alone, that I would be alone to write books.
I was surprised and intrigued by her deep, intensive, soul-encompassing hatred of the Germans following her experience living through WWII. It appears very strongly in her narrative.
She bares herself so deeply and so completely. I admire (and am jealous of) Duras's ability to say so much, to portray so much EMOTION in so few words. Her writing takes on a magical, almost proverbial quality for me.
There is a lot happening in this small volume on writing by Marguerite Duras. Her description of the suffering, the solitude, and the lack of control a writer has over the writing process was very profound.
The person who writes books must always be enveloped by a separation from others. That is one kind of solitude. It is the solitude of the author, of writing.
I happen to agree that in order to write, one must be alone. Or, if one cannot be physically alone, one must be able to create emotional and psychological boundaries and barriers during the writing process.
One does not find solitude, one creates it. Solitude is created alone. I have created it. Because I decided that here was where I should be alone, that I would be alone to write books.
I was surprised and intrigued by her deep, intensive, soul-encompassing hatred of the Germans following her experience living through WWII. It appears very strongly in her narrative.
She bares herself so deeply and so completely. I admire (and am jealous of) Duras's ability to say so much, to portray so much EMOTION in so few words. Her writing takes on a magical, almost proverbial quality for me.