I tried valiantly to finish this biography of the Brazilian writer, Clarice Lispector, but when I was still warily opening its pages after 150 pages, I gave up. Some interesting bits on her early life, born in the Ukraine as a cure for her syphallitic mother (raped by Russian soliders during the pogroms), she never set foot on the ground (was always carried), and thus felt Brazil to be her rightful homeland.
Bits of Brazilian history, the political reign of Vargas, her marriage to a diplomat while being in love with a gay writer. I wish it the bio had focused more on her life, and less on trying to fit in a deconstruction of her work, especially because I have yet to read anything by her.
Leave a comment