A Separation by
Katie Kitamura
My rating:
4 of 5 stars
This is an exploration of ideas surrounding a circumstances rather than a straightforward story. And that's what I liked about it. In what ways do we separate ourselves from others? Is it possible to completely cut ourselves off? How does the separation affect new and old relationships? Does a legal document make you more or less separate? Does death? It reminded me a lot of
The Infatuations by Javier MarĂas and weirdly both referred to
Colonel Chabert by Balzac. Anyway, a good read for thinking.
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they no longer went away....It was only on the shores of infidelity that they achieved a little privacy, a little inner life, it was only in the domain of their faithlessness that they became, once again, strangers to their wives, capable of anything.
romance is not something that a couple can be expected to conjure by themselves, you and another, the two of you together, not just once but again and again, love in general is fortified by its context, nourished by the gaze of others.
People were capable of living their lives in a state of permanent disappointment, there were plenty of people who did not marry the person they hoped to marry, much less live the life they hoped to live, other people invented new dreams to replace the old ones, finding fresh reasons for discontent.
You need to have a great deal of sadness inside you in order to mourn for other people, and not only yourself.
there was a small but definite wedge pushing between the person I was and the person I was purporting to be
A child is born and for the rest of his or her life the mother will love the child, without the child doing anything in particular to earn it. But the love of a wife has to be earned, to be won in the first place and then kept.
grief, which concerns itself not with the dead, but with those who are left behind. An act of consignment occurs: the dead became fixed, their internal lives were no longer the fathomless and unsolvable mystery they might have once been, on some level their secrets no longer of interest.
In this way, I thought, we make ghosts of the dead.