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Text ID: her desire and madness, her idiocy and pride, her hunger and her blood that ceased to flow.

Happy 84th, Annie Ernaux.

1977.

read my third ferrante of the year (altered my brain chemistry, per usual), and my first ever annie ernaux!! 📓 now onto 'first love' by ivan turgenev, a russian classic i've been meaning to read for years now.

While in Trieste I couldn’t find any interesting English books, and so I was a bit annoyed that I wanted to read something but couldn’t. Then I realised that French books are an option too?? So I found this one from my tbr! Experiences like this make language learning struggles so worth it :’) 

Text ID: her desire and madness, her idiocy and pride, her hunger and her blood that ceased to flow.

Annie Ernaux, excerpt from A Frozen Woman trans. by Linda Coverdale

Text ID: She has no defined self, but “selves” who pass from one book to another.

Text ID: her desire and madness, her idiocy and pride, her hunger and her blood that ceased to flow.

a man's place by annie ernaux

Les années Super 8 (Annie Ernaux & David Ernaux-Briot, 2022)  

Les années Super 8 (Annie Ernaux & David Ernaux-Briot, 2022)

"Sometimes I wonder if the purpose of my writing is to find out whether other people have done or felt the same things or, if not, for them to consider experiencing such things as normal. Maybe I would also like them to live out these very emotions in turn, forgetting that they had once read about them somewhere."

Annie Ernaux, Simple Passion

“Sœur Sourire is one of the many women I have never met, and with whom I might have very little in common, but who have always been close to my heart. Be they dead or alive, real people or fictional characters, they form an invisible chain of artists, authoresses, literary heroines and figures from my childhood. I feel that they embrace my own story.”

— From Happening by Annie Ernaux

“Sœur Sourire is one of the many women I have never met, and with whom I might have very little in common, but who have always been close to my heart. Be they dead or alive, real people or fictional characters, they form an invisible chain of artists, authoresses, literary heroines and figures from my childhood. I feel that they embrace my own story.”

— From Happening by Annie Ernaux

Annie Ernaux, The Years

My wowan, my mother, my comfort blanket