Clarice Lispector Libri

In un mattino simile a tanti altri G.H., donna sicura della propria identità e delle proprie scelte, si scontra con un fatto, un evento infimo e mostruoso, che avrà sulla sua vita un effetto fortemente traumatico. In un lungo, minuzioso monologo G.H. riferisce il suo viaggio, allucinato, all’interno di una stanza: “Creerò ciò che mi è accaduto. Solamente perché vivere non è narrabile. Vivere non è vivibile”. Solo attraverso la totale perdita dell’identità, nello spaesamento, nel disorientamento, G.H. comprende che il vivere è “cosa sovrannaturale”, che “essere io,” scrisse Alfredo Giuliani in occasione della prima edizione italiana, “non è una peculiarità umana perché proviene da una fonte anteriore e assai più grande, da una materia infinitamente più ricca e sconosciuta”. Una estenuata interrogazione sul senso di vivere e la ricerca continua della faccia nascosta della realtà. “Il suo sguardo coglie l’incongruenza delle cose che sono e la volgarità dei nessi che le tengono insieme.” Antonio Tabucchi

If the magnificent work of Clarice Lispector comprises a literary feast (and it does), then the crônicas-short, spontaneous, intensely vivid newspaper pieces-are her delicious canapés

Here, gathered in one volume, are the stories that made Clarice a Brazilian legend. Originally a cloth edition of eighty-six stories, now we have eighty- nine in all, covering her whole amazing career, from her teenage years to her deathbed. In these pages, we meet teenagers becoming aware of their sexual and artistic powers, humdrum housewives whose lives are shattered by unexpected epiphanies, old people who don't know what to do with themselves-- and in their stories, Clarice takes us through their lives--and hers--and ours.

"In 1967, Brazil's leading newspaper asked the avant-garde writer Lispector to write a weekly column on any topic she wished. For almost seven years, Lispector showed Brazilian readers just how vast and passionate her interests were. This beautifully translated collection of selected columns, or crônicas, is just as immediately stimulating today and ably reinforces her reputation as one of Brazil's greatest writers. Indeed, these columns should establish her as being among the era's most brilliant essayists. She is masterful, even reminiscent of Montaigne, in her ability to spin the mundane events of life into moments of clarity that reveal greater truths."—Publishers Weekly

Written in agony, this book features elegiac meditation on the creation of life, and of art.

Despite its apparent spontaneity, this is a work of art, which rearranges language and plays in the gaps between reality and fiction.

A disoriented and confused young woman looks back on her life and her place in the world."

The Hour of the Star, Clarice Lispector's consummate final novel, may well be her masterpiece. Narrated by the cosmopolitan Rodrigo S.M., this brief, strange, and haunting tale is the story of Macabéa, one of life's unfortunates. Living in the slums of Rio and eking out a poor living as a typist, Macabéa loves movies, Coca-Cola, and her rat of a boyfriend; she would like to be like Marilyn Monroe, but she is ugly, underfed, sickly, and unloved. Rodrigo recoils from her wretchedness, and yet he cannot avoid the realization that for all her outward misery, Macabéa is inwardly free. She doesn't seem to know how unhappy she should be. As Macabéa heads toward her absurd death, Lispector employs her pathetic heroine against her urbane, empty narrator--edge of despair to edge of despair--and, working them like a pair of scissors, she cuts away the reader's preconceived notions about poverty, identity, love, and the art of fiction. In her last book she takes readers close to the true mystery of life and leaves us deep in Lispector territory indeed.