I really liked this. New Orleans. Had a vibe that was so good. Dangerous for sure but so good.
Not the best neighbourhood to be from but that’s what makes you tough. Its hard to find your own way but sometimes you do.
This also shows me that lesbians can be anywhere, anytime.
Good read
This was not a complicated story. A married woman and a married man started an affair and ultimately they are not quite happy with one another.
Then why start the affair in the first place? I also dont know. He didn’t sweep her off her feet. She wasn’t drop dead gorgeous or sexy. It wasn’t all about the sex. I guess sometimes its just the way things are.
There was nothing particularly wrong with her marriage. Her husband didn’t ill treat her or anything.
There was a child involved. How they will ever explain things to her I do not know. If there is an allusion that he strayed because he could not handle the pressure of his child and marriage then it is rubbish. It was not the first time that he has strayed. He has done it before andwill continue to do so.
With this I just feel bad for the child. Do I believe in just that 1 and only? Im not sure, considering that I haven’t found my 1 yet. But I do like the idea of 2 people staying together forever. Then again, if people are really not happy then it’s no point staying together just for thesake of it.
17… seriously. at 16, to go and live in Paris, an American. to sleep with others for money, to fall in love and then only to be betrayed. wow… that is some time. I am not sure if we have regressed or not. I cannot imagine making such decisions, or even having such freedom at 17. not even at 21 did I have such options open.
I don’t think its just the lifestyle of a few, I think it was an option open to all who wanted and were willing. she wasn’t rich, she wasn’t well educated. she just wanted out. she knew she wanted to go to Paris and that is where she went. In Paris, she didn’t have money, she didn’t have the language, so she did what she could to survive. people make friends, they make foes.
then the meet people. people who are either good to them or bad for them. in the age without facebook, with the social media, all that drama can be lived. I truly salute. I can picture a Paris so exciting, so dangerous and so enchanting.
why. why does material comforts mean so much? why is love not enough? I think there was love, love for art. I read about mastery of the lines, mastery of the strokes. the fabric, the material. nothing shy. same humans, same general features, yet lives can be so different.
it is so much like her other novel, ‘teahouse fire’. evokes so much emotion and draws a very clear picture of the times and place. transports me there. she managed Japan and Paris, that is amazing. East and West.
I liked the stories. It reminded me a lot about the American-Chinese communities. the ones who made it out and the ones still in the motherland. It is not the same culture, not the same feel. but it does have similarities. in some ways I have now understand how others would read Chinese-American literature. how it feels when they come upon words that have no meaning to them expect that it is foreign. I see certain words, I know they are supposed to be recognisable. words for mother, father, brother. but if not for the stories that clue me in about the words, I would not know.
that is what is like I think for others when the occasional Chinese words are used.
I don’t know how to put into words how I feel about these stories. its not a culture that I can relate to. but I picture the war when I read these. being lost and separated from what you know and grew up with is no fun at all.
Paris. The times right after the war. So much to rebuild and yet for alot life still goes on.
Who can ever really understand how is it that humans can connect. The relationships are so complex. A boy going over to paris. Why would he connect with an older eastern european war victim? Its all a puzzle but yet it makes sense as well. I dont have the words to describe it.
Finished this on the beach in koh samui. It was wonderful, reading on the beach chairs, letting the world pass. This was a very easy read. Everything about it was simple. Only the emotions were complex. To feel that much from postcards is pretty deep. And to like and admire dressings of the past, wow… I would like to have that kind of luxury as well. To ponder about people of the past.
Not something that i would do, but, respect. That kind of solace, that kind of physical hardship. It puts alot of things in perspective. You have other things to be thinking about when walking that your mind is not focused on your problems and issues.
Why I won’t do it? I dont like being in the wild to say the least. No electronic devices. The reading I can do but not the no showers and sleeping in tents. when I travel alone, that is the glimpse that I have of her journey. That is as far as I would go.
I didnt think that this road, trek would make for a good read but it was. Made me think about the length I might go to get that kind of ssolitude. She is definitely way tougher than alot of us.
I had not realised that I had not written about this. This was a family that I do not mind growing up in. There was so much at stake.
Why is it that when something that was once yours no longer is yours you want it back? It is something that I do not get. But the love I do. I get that. When you meet the one that un-defines you.
This has been an interesting book to read. The way in which your past can have a caertain effect on your future. Not even in a direct way but at the back of your mind. I’m not sure how I myself would have moved on from an incindent like that. Which is why I am always so careful when driving. Its not the getting hurting that I worry about but the hurting others that is so stressful.
The lifestyle that she has is quite envious. But, I don’t like the coming and going of it. I really did not see the fascination with that woman. I think that people Who are fixated with one person can be very tiring.
The drug use is another aspect that baffles me. Why is it that he is so into the drugs is beyond me. Then again, as someone who can be said to be addicted to nicotine i don’t think l have the right to criticise. That you can lose so much because of drugs and still be unable to Kick it is madness to me and l don’t think that l could ever understand that.
That need to continuosly improve is not something that i can totally relate. Maybe someday i may be that way but not right now. I think that it takes time to get used to life and the things that we may want to improve.
the fastest that I have read this year. almost and practically in one seating. I just had to know how one deals with something like that. what does it mean to put up no resistance, to put up all resistance. to have hate and still function, or try to. to not let it just loom in your entire life and completely take over.
this gives me a sense, but not quite. i don’t think even the fellow survivors themselves can truly stand in the others’ shoes. its just not the same for everyone. almost like veterans. it could be the very same war, the same company but the effects are very different, very personal.
i am one of those who lets my imagination get the better of me. i’m not proud of that. I really don’t know what I would do or how I would behave in such a circumstance. i have never met a survivor before and I am very sure I won’t know how to behave. what is the right attitude to have?
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