Name: Virgin suicides
ISBN: 9789511184478

Jeffrey Eugenides

Juhani Lindholm

A middle-aged male, or perhaps several middle-aged males, remember the events of adolescence, and their relationships with the 5 Lisbon sisters, whose claustrophobic family life is a source of fascination and frustration.

kauniina kuolleet

Virgin suicides

Romy

In the end, the tortures tearing the Lisbon girls pointed to a simple reasoned refusal to accept the world as it was handed down to them, so full of flaws.

Brittany

angie

Nele Braeger 

Gisselle Vazquez

[…]; his sallow complexion dying in sympathy with them; and his lost look of a man who realized that all this dying was going to be the only life he ever had. 

Mrs. Lisbon's mother, Lema Crawford, mentioned during that same crackling phone call to New Mexico that she had given Mrs. Lisbon most of her summer pickles and preserves (she had hesitated saying "summer" because that had been the summer Cecilia had died, and all the while the cucumbers, strawberries, and even she herself, seventy-one years old, had gone on growing and living).

Something sick at the heart of the country had infected the girls. Our parents thought it had to do with our music, our godlessness, or the loosening of morals regarding sex we hadn't even had. Mr. Hedlie mentioned that fin-de-siècle Vienna witnessed a similar outbreak of suicides on the part of the young, and put the whole thing down to the misfortune of living in a dying empire. It had to do with the way the mail wasn't delivered on time, and how potholes never got fixed, or the thievery at City Hall, or the race riots, or the 801 fires set around the city on Devil's night. The Lisbon girls became a symbol of what was wrong with the country, the pain it inflicted on even its most innocent citizens, and in order to make things better a parents' group donated a bench in the girls' memory to our school.

We could never understand why the girls cared so much about being mature, or why they felt compelled to compliment each other, but sometimes, after one of us had read a long portion of the diary out loud, we had to fight back the urge to hug one another or to tell each other how pretty we were. We felt the imprisonment of a girl, the way it made your mind active and dreamy, and how you ended up knowing which colors went together.

 "I don't know what you're feeling. I won't even pretend."

Often, in today's world, the extended child- hood American life has bestowed on its young turns out to be a wasteland, where the adolescent feels cut off from both childhood and adulthood. 

and his lost look of a man who realized that all this dying was going to be the only life he ever had. 

She took one more step and her face reappeared. For a second it didn't seem alive: it was too white, the cheeks too perfectly carved, the arched eyebrows painted on, the full lips made of wax. But then she came closer and we saw the light in her eyes we have been looking for ever since.

 She smiled then, a loose, clumsy smile, genuine, unpretty. 

 They made us participate in their own madness, because we couldn't help but retrace their steps, rethink their thoughts, and see that none of them led to us. We couldn't imagine the emptiness of a creature who put a razor to her wrists and opened her veins, the emptiness and the calm.

It didn't matter in the end how old they had been, or that they were girls, but only that we had loved them, and that they hadn't heard us calling, still do not hear us, up here in the tree house, with our thinning hair and soft bellies, calling them out of those rooms where they went to be alone for all time, alone in suicide, which is deeper than death, and where we will never find the pieces to put them back together.

None of the teachers insisted on their participating, with the result that all the healing was done by those of us without wounds. 

"’but why do you care? it’s not a contest.’” "’yes, it is. you just can't see it because you've always been the winner.’”

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“Basically what we have here is a dreamer. Somebody out of touch with reality. When she jumped, she probably thought she’d fly.”

Paige Leitner

"'At thirteen, Cecelia should be allowed to wear the sort of makeup popular among girls her age, in order to bond with them. The aping of shared customs is an indispensable step in the process of individualization.'"

Stas

They lost their high heels on the way kissed us in the humid darkness, and then slipped away to throw up demurely in the outside bushes.

หนูยังไม่แก่พอจะรับรู้ว่าชีวิตมันห่วยแตกยังไงด้วยซ้ำ

เห็นได้ชัดเลยล่ะ ว่าคุณไม่เคยเป็นเด็กสาววัยสิบสาม

LIMEKI 

"Está muy claro, doctor, que usted nunca ha sido una niña de trece años."

Jeffrey Eugenides evokes the emotions of youth with haunting sensitivity and dark humor and creates a coming-of-age story unlike any of our time.

The Virgin Suicides

It is really the ultimate right to choose. Girls dying is always a spectacle. Men. Everyone clap at the beauty!

martian1138

Ugh. Good book. Nice pace.

It is really the ultimate right to choose. Girls dying is always a spectacle. Men. Everyone clap at the beauty!



First published in 1993, "The Virgin Suicides" announced the arrival of a major new American novelist. In a quiet suburb of Detroit, the five Lisbon sisters--beautiful, eccentric, and obsessively watched by the neighborhood boys--commit suicide one by one over the course of a single year. As the boys observe them from afar, transfixed, they piece together the mystery of the family's fatal melancholy, in this hypnotic and unforgettable novel of adolescent love, disquiet, and death. Jeffrey Eugenides evokes the emotions of youth with haunting sensitivity and dark humor and creates a coming-of-age story unlike any of our time. Adapted into a critically acclaimed film by Sofia Coppola, "The Virgin Suicides" is a modern classic, a lyrical and timeless tale of sex and suicide that transforms and mythologizes suburban middle-American life.

“The girls took into their own hands decisions better left to God. They became too powerful to live among us, too self-concerned, too visionary, too blind.”

It was a strange read, I didn't know what to think half the time. The thing that frustrated me more about this book is that the Lisbon girls are never acknowledged as individuals in the whole book. Not by their parents, not by the press, not by the narrators. They are always referred to as sisters, as the Lisbon girls. The few mentions we get of them as individuals go no further than how beautiful and ethereal they are. As a reader, you never get to know the girls. You just have an idolised image of them, the same image the narrator has.

As for the narration, I found it a bit difficult to read; it was in a very slow pace (although I admit that this adds to the impact of the story) and I got lost in the many characters.

Honestly, having finished it, I have the strange feeling that I want to read it again, I think my experience would be different and I would pick up more things.

“The girls took into their own hands decisions better left to God. They became too powerful to live among us, too self-concerned, too visionary, too blind.”

It was a strange read, I didn't know what to think half the time. The thing that frustrated me more about this book is that the Lisbon girls are never acknowledged as individuals in the whole book. Not by their parents, not by the press, not by the narrators. They are always referred to as sisters, as the Lisbon girls. The few mentions we get of them as individuals go no further than how beautiful and ethereal they are. As a reader, you never get to know the girls. You just have an idolised image of them, the same image the narrator has.

As for the narration, I found it a bit difficult to read; it was in a very slow pace (although I admit that this adds to the impact of the story) and I got lost in the many characters.

Honestly, having finished it, I have the strange feeling that I want to read it again, I think my experience would be different and I would pick up more things.

quite frankly i don’t understand the hype, it’s really confusing just for it to be such a boring read, i think i might watch the film and try again at reading, and hopefully i’ll like it more if i know what’s going on .

i did the 50 page rule, but wanted to see why everyone loves it sm so i went to pg100 but still didn’t like or understand so i am quitting (for now)

nell reeves 

quite frankly i don’t understand the hype, it’s really confusing just for it to be such a boring read, i think i might watch the film and try again at reading, and hopefully i’ll like it more if i know what’s going on .

i did the 50 page rule, but wanted to see why everyone loves it sm so i went to pg100 but still didn’t like or understand so i am quitting (for now)

I finished reading the Virgin Suicides a few days ago - and what a book it was. The way the boys look at women as if they are divine, far for human - it's a cruel look into the world of girlhood, where boys don't have any responsabilities but girls are expected to care for them and act angelical as they do so.

The part where Lux is left alone truly set the book apart for me: the way the guy (forgot his name) gets ''sick of her'' because she acts like a human, like a girl, is simply sick and so, so painful to read. They worship those girls, they're some sort of myth and the style of writing (in the pov of those boys) truly shows that: their story is mystified, as are their suicides - even to the very bitter end, the Lisbon sisters are just that, sisters; they're not Lux, Mary, Bonnie, Therese. They're the sisters, a form of myth, of divine, far away from life itself.

dyonisos.

I finished reading the Virgin Suicides a few days ago - and what a book it was. The way the boys look at women as if they are divine, far for human - it's a cruel look into the world of girlhood, where boys don't have any responsabilities but girls are expected to care for them and act angelical as they do so.

The part where Lux is left alone truly set the book apart for me: the way the guy (forgot his name) gets ''sick of her'' because she acts like a human, like a girl, is simply sick and so, so painful to read. They worship those girls, they're some sort of myth and the style of writing (in the pov of those boys) truly shows that: their story is mystified, as are their suicides - even to the very bitter end, the Lisbon sisters are just that, sisters; they're not Lux, Mary, Bonnie, Therese. They're the sisters, a form of myth, of divine, far away from life itself.

I can’t believe that the lisbon sisters took their lifes on my birthday 

🌘

The National Bestseller from the Pulitzer Prize–Winning Author of Middlesex and The Marriage Plot With a New Introduction First published in 1993, The Virgin Suicides announced the arrival of a major new American novelist. In a quiet suburb of Detroit, the five Lisbon sisters—beautiful, eccentric, and obsessively watched by the neighborhood boys—commit suicide one by one over the course of a single year. As the boys observe them from afar, transfixed, they piece together the mystery of the family's fatal melancholy, in this hypnotic and unforgettable novel of adolescent love, disquiet, and death. Jeffrey Eugenides evokes the emotions of youth with haunting sensitivity and dark humor and creates a coming-of-age story unlike any of our time. Adapted into a critically acclaimed film by Sofia Coppola, The Virgin Suicides is a modern classic, a lyrical and timeless tale of sex and suicide that transforms and mythologizes suburban middle-American life.

A Novel

The Virgin Suicides (Twenty-Fifth Anniversary Edition)

well-written with an interesting style and an intriguing story. i feel like i simultaneously did and didn't understand what happened and the lisbons felt larger than life but also fully hollow, which i suppose is the point of the book. the outside perspective really worked for the story being told here and i thought the idea of a collective of items, documents, interviews, etc. all pertaining to a specific event/year of events that fundamentally altered a town was well executed. the narration was voyeuristic in a confounding way; i was largely disgusted by the second-hand account, but also could feel the fascination the narrator(s) had for the lisbon girls

It was compelling at the start but lost its pacing a little and I found myself getting bored during the middle, but it picked up towards the end and I enjoyed the last few pages.

kittie

This book has wrecked me. Do not read this if you're not in a good mental state because this book will absolutely crush your spirit. 

While I originally chose this book for it's links to my dissertation research, I'm very glad I read it for other reasons, as well. It will open your eyes to the cruelty of humans and the importance on relying on community. It will show you how bleak the world can become without leaning on and communicating with others. As I was reading, the gender disparities cannot be ignored, but oddly enough, that's not what stood out most prominently with this novel. This book is real and grim and really difficult to read at times. But, with all that said, it was fantastic. I'm not sure if I could point out a time when a book last made me feel this unnerved. 

If you're in a healthy mental state, give this book a read (it is a contemporary classic for a reason). Just be aware going in that it is not a light hearted novel. 

This book has wrecked me. Do not read this if you're not in a good mental state because this book will absolutely crush your spirit. 

While I originally chose this book for it's links to my dissertation research, I'm very glad I read it for other reasons, as well. It will open your eyes to the cruelty of humans and the importance on relying on community. It will show you how bleak the world can become without leaning on and communicating with others. As I was reading, the gender disparities cannot be ignored, but oddly enough, that's not what stood out most prominently with this novel. This book is real and grim and really difficult to read at times. But, with all that said, it was fantastic. I'm not sure if I could point out a time when a book last made me feel this unnerved. 

If you're in a healthy mental state, give this book a read (it is a contemporary classic for a reason). Just be aware going in that it is not a light hearted novel. 

“In the end, the tortures tearing the Lisbon girls pointed to a simple reasoned refusal to accept the world as it was handed down to them, so full of flaws.”

Oh what I would give to read this book from the point of view of the sisters.

Jillian Roberts

“In the end, the tortures tearing the Lisbon girls pointed to a simple reasoned refusal to accept the world as it was handed down to them, so full of flaws.”

Oh what I would give to read this book from the point of view of the sisters.

to be a woman is to perform or whatever that quote was

Uomini si chiederanno cosa voglia dire essere una ragazza e non troveranno risposta…..

Cédric Yorke

Maureen

“The Lisbon girls, on the other hand were ‘like something behind glass. Like an exhibit.’”

***

Elusive bodies constitute male desire. This is my key takeaway from the novel. We never learn who the Lisbon sisters truly are because information about them is delivered in fragments through the narratives of the neighborhood boys-turned-men. Essentially, the novel epitomizes the male gaze: the Lisbon sisters are reduced to objects of sight. Because of how much traction their family gained due to their unorthodox lifestyle, the girls’ ‘virgin’ suicides were treated as mere casualties in the end—prone to oversimplification not only by the boys but the suburban community as a whole.

The virgin suicides

Amina

I first read this book 11 years ago—it was 2013, I was 13 and on tumblr and that’s enough info for you to know what kind of person I was like back then. and so ofc back then I too was like the narrators and fetishized tf out of the lisbon girls. it’s only now realizing as an adult that the whole point is how these men were just the original incels lmfaooo. this book is fucking phenomenal.

so many reviews here are filled with people still speculating the suicides and it just proves that they can’t think outside of the narrators. it’s really not hard to understand why the girls did it—their lives fucking sucked. what made it unbearable to them is that nobody ever understood them, not just the boys but their entire community. they were constantly just interpreted as some abstract, mysterious creatures, when really, they were just girls.

First published in 1993, The Virgin Suicides announced the arrival of a major new American novelist. In a quiet suburb of Detroit, the five Lisbon sisters—beautiful, eccentric, and obsessively watched by the neighborhood boys—commit suicide one by one over the course of a single year. As the boys observe them from afar, transfixed, they piece together the mystery of the family’s fatal melancholy, in this hypnotic and unforgettable novel of adolescent love, disquiet, and death. Jeffrey Eugenides evokes the emotions of youth with haunting sensitivity and dark humor and creates a coming-of-age story unlike any of our time. Adapted into a critically acclaimed film by Sofia Coppola, The Virgin Suicides is a modern classic, a lyrical and timeless tale of sex and suicide that transforms and mythologizes suburban middle-American life.

glória

it’s literally impossible to be a woman 

Eugenia 

armoni mayes

** spoiler alert **
           I did think this book would be a five star read but it just didn’t meet that bar tbh. but i did find the book interesting because it gave us the perception of how the town saw the five lisbon girls, so we will never really know what they experienced in the time that cecila committed suicide and their own. i think we can only conjure up in our minds what they went through, considering we would later find out that their parents never cleaned up the party they threw for cecilia. the torment of not being able to leave the house on top of it falling apart/not being clean must’ve taken a massive toll on them along with their younger sisters death. i can only speculate that this along with other issues in their personal lives led to their suicides. i don’t want to sit here and point fingers at the parents but they definitely did not support their daughters in the way they probably should have after cecilia’s death, even though it must’ve been hard for them too.

Adapted into a critically acclaimed film by Sofia Coppola and starring Kirsten Dunst, this is the story of the five Lisbon sisters – beautiful, eccentric, and obsessively watched by the entire neighbourhood.

Marz 

The title of the virgin suicides made me curious hence I decided to read it. 

While I enjoyed various aspects of the book such as the portrayal of the male gaze through the boys that narrate the story or the impact of growing up in a religious house as a young girl, I ultimately did not enjoy reading this book. 

The writing was slow paced, it felt like nothing at all was happening, even events which should have an impact just felt flat to me. The book constantly goes on tangents speaking about random things in unessacary detail. 

Also while I understand this book came out in the nineties the ableism and racism in this book is so off putting. The description of a character named Joe in chapter one was so horrid I nearly stopped reading then. I only continued because online readers insisted it was just one weird passage. 


In summary the virgin suicides reads like your weird cousin telling you a story from years ago.

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Oliver Magnanimous

the blurry hasty pace of me speeding thru this book matched the hazy fog-like pace and ambience of the book. to be immortalised in the eyes of immature men as something divine when we’re just humans is the way men overcompensate for their lack of emotional growth when they were teens as well. 

Kira L

Emma Cline writing the into for the anniversary edition of this book was everything I never knew I needed

Grace M

cool use of narration, ethereal/timeless/drifty writing, but didn’t really catch me otherwise. I can see why this grabbed everyone when it came out, and Eugenides is indeed the goat when it comes to telling us how things look and smell and taste, but the rest of the book was bland and lacking traction in not a good way. I read it, probably won’t read it again.

Virgin suicides kauniina kuolleet

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