For a change, I'm reading a book by Joyce Carol Oates, Blonde * *. It 's the story of Norma Jeane Baker, aka Marilyn Monroe . Fictionalized biography, is keen to stress the Oates in the preface. I do not even realize, because of Monroe, I realized, I do not know anything, except some images in the memories.
Beautiful, however, as usual. Every book I read, I wonder how good this writer (and has not yet won the Nobel Prize for literature, Wow). The thing I
soprano more if I have to think, is his ability to present reality (because the reality is, even if it is a novel) from different points of view. That way, it seems trivial. But in * Blonde * introduces the narrative from time to time through the eyes of different people: the little girl Norma Jeane in the chapter * *, an orphan and frightened when the girl becomes a teenager, the older woman later. But not all. Occasionally, there are chapters choir (which I much appreciated * The Ballad of John Reddy Heart *), when such standard is presented in public in this case, it is with ordinary people that we identify ourselves, seems to be there we in the crowd into a frenzy.
great.
Then, of course, another credit goes to the skill of Oates's writing about women. Norma Jeane is presented as a real human being, with his weaknesses, but also its strengths and talents, beyond its being public. But do not flatter or put on a pedestal. The story of Norma Jeane, Marilyn would be to any woman faced with an insane mother and a father absent, a great desire to be loved and the inability to find someone who is really capable, the desire to be accepted that either by a few people, such as from around the world.
unread.
* giuliaduepuntozero
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