A sensational international bestseller, and winner of Frances' coveted Prix Goncourt, `The Lover' is an unforgettable portrayal of the incandescent relationship between two lovers, and of the hate that slowly tears the girl's family apart. Saigon, 1930s: a poor young French girl meets the elegant son of a wealthy Chinese family. Soon they are lovers, locked into a private world of passion and intensity that defies all the conventions of their society. A sensational international bestseller, 'The Lover' is disturbing, erotic, masterly and simply unforgettable.
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The book is like being trapped inside a deep and disturbing dream on a stifling hot summer night. A dream steeped in melancholy and half memories and you wake up choking. Is it Duras' writing style or the translation that creates the sparse atmosphere, the jumping around from present to memory to thoughts to.I'm not sure exactly what. But it worked so beautifully, so tragically.Early in the book Duras writes about her mother in a way that did something to me.
I found myself tearing up, my heart beating a little faster. I put the book aside, picked it up again, re-read, left the room, came back. This book unsettled me. It haunted me.
If you've lost your mother, if you never had a relationship with her, if she was troubled or cold or failed to love you.the first thirty pages of this book will slay you.And then we meet the lover. And his hands. And his mouth.You need pauses to breathe during this book. It plows into your gut and you're there, right there, in the jungle, in the heat, in the darkness and you can barely see through the fog.
You can just make out the shadows and shapes of the story but you're never entirely sure what's going on. You feel the lover's breath on your flesh and you should be squirming, because this is after all another Lolita, but you're not squirming.
You're hypnotised and depressed and lost and, just like the narrative, you're broken into pieces.