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I heard her voice as if it were inside my head, Very early in my life it was too late. It was already too late when I was eighteen. How did you get there, my friend?
Or should I call you my sister, since from the beginning I discovered we shared anguishes and most certainly a great multitude of passions and dreams? We both were introduced to this world by tortured mothers, who experienced this deep despondency about living.
Sometimes it lasted, sometimes it would vanish with the dark. That image of our mothers certainly stayed with both of us for life, my friend. But what can we do, but go on living? I glance outside, and the wind is speeding like my heart is beating, faster and faster, bum, bum, bum, as I get to know you.
But suddenly my mind gets back inside. Yes, I was also there when you met the nameless man while crossing the river going back to Saigon with a storm blowing inside the water. I have to agree with you, The crucial ambiguity of the image lies in the hat.
He was elegant, not a white man but wearing European clothes.
Again I remember myself, walking hand in hand with a year-old man when I was just sixteen. But while I had two fine sisters, you had two wild brothers that would never do anything. Going back to your nameless young man, as you told me he got out of the limousine and is smoking an English cigarette.
He slowly comes over to you. I was still a boy, at And you simply got into his car. A barely discernible distress suddenly seized you, weariness, the light over the river dims, but only slightly.
Further memories of those times we shared during one of our meetings, comes running back to me. It is as if I was there with you, peeping into your afternoons.
He says he loves you madly, says it very softly. He looked at you in horror, asked, Is that what you want? You said it is. Then you let him say it. We who are now almost old ladies, at least well into our mature years. On top of my supposed wisdom, I wonder what is it so mysterious about being a woman.
As a matter of fact, I often asked myself that before meeting my first lover at sixteen.
Yes, I was some months older than you. Not that it would have made any difference if I could envision what and where that would lead me to.Sep 12, · The main plot of The Lover is the story of a fifteen-and-a-half-year-old French schoolgirl’s love affair with the son of a rich Chinese businessman in Saigon during the ’s.
The novel is. MARGUERITE DURAS is the author of many acclaimed novels and screenplays, including The Lover, The Ravishing of Lol Stein, and the film script for Hiroshima, Mon Amour. One of France’s most important literary figures, Duras died in Paris in Marguerite Donnadieu, known as Marguerite Duras A film version of The Lover, produced by Claude Berri and directed by Jean-Jacques Annaud, was released to great success in Duras's novel The Sea Wall was first adapted into the film This Angry Age by René Clément.
The Lover (French: L'Amant) is an autobiographical novel by Marguerite Duras, published in by Les Éditions de Minuit.
It has been translated to 43 languages and was awarded the Prix caninariojana.com: Marguerite Duras. The Lover Summary & Study Guide Marguerite Duras This Study Guide consists of approximately 46 pages of chapter summaries, quotes, character analysis, themes, and more - everything you need to sharpen your knowledge of The Lover.
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