Name: The Days of Abandonment
Rating: 4.03125 (72 reviews)
ISBN: 9781933372006

Elena Ferrante

Ann Goldstein

The Days of Abandonment

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“I am clean I am true I am playing with my cards on the table. No, I said to myself, those were affirmations of derailment. To begin with, I had better remember, always put in the commas. A person who utters such words has already crossed the line, feels the need for self-exaltation and therefore approaches confusion …

As a girl I had liked obscene language, it gave me a sense of masculine freedom. Now I knew that obscenity could raise sparks of madness if it came from a mouth as controlled as mine.”

Erika Monti 

“Non ero la donna che è fatta a brani dai colpi dell’abbandono e dell’assenza, fino a impazzire, fino a morirne. Solo poche schegge mi erano schizzate via, per il resto stavo bene. Integra ero, integra sarei rimasta. A chi mi fa del male, reagisco restituendo la pariglia. Io sono l’otto di spada, io sono la vespa che punge, io sono la serpe scura. Io sono l’animale invulnerabile che attraversa il fuoco e non si brucia.”

“Cancella i punti esclamativi. Lui è andato, tu resti. Non godrai più del lampo dei suoi occhi, delle parole, ma con questo? Organizza le difese, conserva la tua interezza, non farti rompere come un soprammobile, non sei un ninnolo, nessuna donna è un ninnolo. La femme rompue, ah, rompue, rotta un cazzo. Il mio compito, pensavo, è dimostrare che si può restare sane. Dimostrarlo a me, a nessun altro. Se sono esposta ai ramarri, combatterò i ramarri. Se sono esposta alle formiche, combatterò le formiche. Se sono esposta ai ladri, combatterò i ladri. Se sono esposta a me stessa, mi combatterò.”

I don't think I've ever read a book that encapsulated the complexities of being a woman: a lover, a mother, a daughter, and an individual. It was raw, suffocating at times, but understandable.<br /><br />Valid crashout, by the way.

ouw baik life after break up but make it literary

Saffy

cass

”i was not the woman who breaks into pieces under the blows of abandonment and absence, who goes mad, who dies. only a few fragments had splintered off, for the rest i was well. i was whole, whole  would remain. to those who hurt me, i react giving back in kind. i am the queen of spades, i am the wasp that stings, i am the dark serpent. i am the invulnerable animal who passes through fire and is not burned.”


so jaw-dropping, i cannot even begin to explain how incredible this book is. she feels so real, and alive within her thoughts of a nature that seemed akin to that of medea, i was mesmerised from the first sentence. cannot wait to read for of elena ferrante, this is truly an incredible book, i only wish it was longer. this is the perfect novel that tackles women vs the void, the feminine rage and it’s innate entanglement with sex is captured so effortlessly, im in awe everytime i reflect upon it.

Tada

Based on the first five of the chapters, I prepped up for an unpleasant reading. However, it escalated and deescalated into a whirlwind of emotions. Olga is a wrecked of a human being, resulted from (guess what) abandonment. But picking herself up, took some times. In this case, months become a phase of darkness itself, where numbness resides and anger takes charge as the captain. But then, it mellowed into self-actualization so vividly, that I could feel my breathing normalized again. What a read.

Oh, Elena Ferrante, how do you understand women so well? No one else can get into the head of a woman and make you co-live her experience like Ferrante.

My favourite bit, undoubtedly, was Olga hitting rock bottom. Ferrante manages to convey that feeling of sleepwalking, of confusion and one's own divorce from reality that comes with psychologically scarring events in our lives. There was something horrifying to see the way Olga acts and yet be entirely immersed into her experience; her lack of lucidity becoming the reader's own.

Oh, Elena Ferrante, how do you understand women so well? No one else can get into the head of a woman and make you co-live her experience like Ferrante.

My favourite bit, undoubtedly, was Olga hitting rock bottom. Ferrante manages to convey that feeling of sleepwalking, of confusion and one's own divorce from reality that comes with psychologically scarring events in our lives. There was something horrifying to see the way Olga acts and yet be entirely immersed into her experience; her lack of lucidity becoming the reader's own.

I Giorni Dell'abbandono

Molto ripetitivo, ma riesce a non annoiare grazie alla scrittura fluida e accattivante.

Gemma

this was such a wild ride, initially i loved it for its raw and emotional portrays of a woman being abandoned by her cheating husband, but at some point the feelings cause by abandonment such as loneliness, anger, isolation, mania, obsession, quickly turned into a horror story, i still really liked it but found the later development of the story line unnecessarily distorted and excessive, also imo the ending doesn't seem to fit or do justice to either the plot or the characters...

JoAnna

Elena Ferrante is amazing. Her sentences are incredibly dense and emotive and took more time to read, but were well worth the effort. I don’t have words right now. She’s a shapeshifter at transforming situations, moods, ambiances. I couldn’t read this book at night at first because the pervasive sense of loneliness she creates is so damn tangible that I was afraid I wouldn’t be able to sleep.

Zoe Stricker

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4/5 ⭐️


  
    “Yes, I was stupid. The channels of my senses were blocked, how long had it been since life flowed in them. What a mistake it had been to close off the meaning of my existence in the rites that Mario offered with cautious conjugal rapture. What a mistake it had been to entrust the sense of myself to his gratifications, his enthusiasms, to the ever more productive course of his life. What a mistake, above all, it had been to believe that I couldn’t live without him, when for a long time I had not been at all certain that I was alive with him.”
  



This book is a good introduction to Elena Ferrante for me. The first chapter captured me, the rest just flows so easily that I quickly devoured this book. It took me two sittings but during those two sittings, reading this book, it ignited in me the melancholic desire to read more stories like this.
Such a simple premise but explored, written, and described from all angles. If writing could have dimensions Elena Ferrante made it possible to write a book with four dimensions. The way Ferrante uses words is master class and skillful beyond comprehension. Truly astounding.



  
    “I looked at him attentively. It was really true, there was no longer anything about him that could interest me. He wasn’t even a fragment of the past, he was only a stain, like the print of a hand left years ago on a wall.”

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