MY BRILLIANT FRIEND, p. 83

So sedate is Elena Ferrante’s pacing that, when something truly horrible happens, on p. 83 of My Brilliant Friend, it is like (to borrow an over-used term) a punch in the gut.

There.

Also, needless to say, SPOILERS.

Don Achille, the terrible Don Achile, was murdered in his house in the early afternoon of a surprisingly rainy August day.

He was in the kitchen, and had just opened the window to let in the rain-freshened air. He had got up from bed to do so, interrupting his nap. He had on worn blue pajamas, and on his feet only socks of a yellowish color, blackened at the heels. As soon as he opened the window a gust of rain struck his face and someone plunged a knife into the right side of his neck, halfway between the jaw and the clavicle.

A few days ago, self was telling a friend that she didn’t think My Brilliant Friend was as good as some of Elena Ferrante’s earlier work.

But this event is so masterfully delivered. Kudos, Elena Ferrante. Just — kudos all over the place.

Stay tuned.

Everlark: The Body Flip

By now loyal blog readers know that self adores fan fiction. And that she only ships Everlark.

One of her favorite ff writers is _______ (Apologies. Everyone has to hide. If you write fan fiction. Just because)

______’s newest story is one where the Victors are freed from the Capitol in a daring raid led by Gale. So far, this is all strictly Mockingjay canon.

Katniss can hardly wait to see Peeta.¬† At which point, Haymitch gives her “the talk” :

“They’re back?” Katniss says.

“Well, yeah,” Haymitch says. He rubs a hand over his face. “Well, you’ll see.”

Peeta and Johanna come back from the Capitol. They’re a little . . . different.

SPOILERS  SPOILERS  SPOILERS

Peeta is not hijacked. There’s something a little odd, though, about Johanna.

Eventually, Katniss figures it out: Peeta is now in Johanna’s body, and Johanna is in Peeta’s!

Which is hard for Katniss, until she realizes that Gale is never jealous when she’s with Johanna (who is really Peeta. Inside). And that’s a very good thing!

LOL

ROFL

Stay tuned.

 

 

 

Lawrence Ferlinghetti, San Francisco 1958

Self stood beneath the wisteria on her front porch and thought of this poem by Lawrence Ferlinghetti:

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Wisteria: Evening, 28 March 2019

I am waiting for my case to come up
and I am waiting
for a rebirth of wonder
and I am waiting for someone
to really discover America
and wail
and I am waiting
for the discovery
of a new symbolic western frontier
and I am waiting
for the American Eagle
to really spread its wings
and straighten up and fly right
and I am waiting
for the Age of Anxiety
to drop dead
and I am waiting
for the war to be fought
which will make the world safe
for anarchy
and I am waiting
for the final withering away
of all governments
and I am perpetually awaiting
a rebirth of wonder

— from I am Waiting, by Lawrence Ferlinghetti

The rest of the poem can be found on the Poetry Foundation website.

Can we all agree that 1958 sounds a lot like 2016.

Stay tuned.

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