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“Capitu, apesar daqueles olhos que o diabo lhe deu... Você já reparou nos olhos dela? São assim de cigana oblíqua e dissimulada”.
- Dom Casmurro
I nodded. I liked Augustus Waters. I really, really, really liked him. I liked the way his story ended with someone else. I liked his voice. I liked that he took existentially fraught free throws. I liked that he was a tenured professor in the Department of Slightly Crooked Smiles with a dual appointment in the Department of Having a Voice That Made My Skin Feel More Liked Skin.
Chapter 2, p.31 (TFiOS)
How does a 16 year old girl in college lack the tools to recognise a fuckboy? More to the point, why does this read like it was inspired by Jawn’s weekend-long binge on ‘Chick Flicks’? All this capitalisation doesn’t help.
(Reason no. 31 straight men are hopeless at writing about falling in love from the perspective of a straight girl.)
“Yeah, hurdlers. I don’t know why. I started thinking about them running their hurdle races, and jumping over these totally arbitrary objects that had been set in their path. And I wondered if hurdlers ever thought, you know, This would go faster if we got rid of the hurdles.”
Chapter 2, p.31 (TFiOS)
Well, that would be called a ‘sprint’. Which already exists as a type of race. Which doesn’t negate the fact that hurdlers can jump over hurdles because they have a set of skills that sprinters do not, and get a great sense of achievement from jumping over hurdles faster than the other hurdlers. It’s like saying ‘yeah, you can write a 90,000 word novel, but wouldn’t it just go faster if you just wrote a 5,000 word short story instead?’
I’d taken a seat on the corner of his unmade bed. I wasn’t trying to be suggestive or anything; I just got kind of tired of tired when I had to stand a lot. I’d stood in the living room and then there had been the stairs, and then more standing, which was quite a lot of standing for me, and I didn’t want to faint or anything. I was a bit of a Victorian Lady, fainting-wise.
Chapter 2, p.31 (TFiOS)
You do realise that this is a misogynistic stereotype from a sexist British era where a woman could rule as queen but couldn’t do much at all besides (including voting)? Geez Jawn. I know you have sexist tendencies, but way to flimsily attempt to validate them by having it come out of a female character’s mouth.
“Se você escolher a Abnegação, nunca conseguirá escapar dele”.
- Quatro
The earth splits open under our feet, and above our heads there is an infinite abyss. I no longer know who we are, nor what awaits us.
-Simone de Beauvoir, The Mandarins
She didn't have the words.
Gustave Flaubert, Madame Bovary