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To Dust We Return: Bombal's "The Shrouded Woman"

Bombal’s novel dives into the realm of death by weaving memories into an intricate story of life. This story ultimately is a testament to who Ana was, her phases of life, and how they all fit into a greater force than ourselves.  The Shrouded Woman is a rebuttal to Breton’s novel, "Nadja" which we read last week . It directly opposes the notion of women as a thing to be glorified and men as the driving purpose in a woman's life. She opposes the view of love in Latin America during that time and the expectations that came with it. On page 226 she says; “Why, oh, why, must a woman’s nature be such that a man has always to be the pivot of her life?” She states that it is not the sole means of fulfillment for women but it denies them of their personhood, their ability to shape their own independent lives. Ana also mentions how when Ricardo left her, she went to go kill herself, her life wasn’t worth living without the presence of a man. The relationship between Ana and Zoil

Nadja: Qui est elle??

I found he first part of the novel, an explanation of Breton's philosophies, quite hard to follow as surrealism is quite hard to comprehend when it is the stream of conscious of another individual. It's so easy to understand our own pattern of thought in the unconscious mind but Breton's transcribing of that seemed to be lost to me.  Despite the slight lack of plot, Nadja and the photographs give this story a sort of pseudo plot. Through the creative directive of Bretons unconscious mind, the reader is introduced to surrealism through the character of Nadja. To Breton, Nadja was the embodiment of surrealism, existing within this liminal space as a fluid being. Nadja does not adhere to societal normalities. Instead she chooses a name for herself and dresses how she pleases yet she is able to captivate all that come into contact with her. She reminded me so much of Natalie Portman's character, "Alice" in the movie; "Closer" When she first meets her lov

Unconscious Remembering's and Proust

     Proust uses drawn out monologues to convey moments of unconscious remembering's to the reader which point towards feelings of nostalgia and love. I found the narrators dialogues very captivating yet confusing at times. It felt as if his mind was jumping from one thought to another, or more like one remembrance to another as more senses awakened them within him. Remembering things stored away often feels difficult to do on command but Proust highlights that this can happen unconsciously through familiar scents or surroundings.      I found his relationship with his mother to be very interesting. At first I thought it odd that he was so attached to her but then I remembered that as children we see our parents as our means of survival and I understand his desperate attempt to get her to come and kiss him goodnight. When we lose them in a store we panic because we know we do not have the knowledge or means to make it on our own. For him, he sees his mother as a solace for moments

RMST 202 Intro Post

 Hey everyone!  My name is Lauren and I'm a second year student in psychology but currently debating on switching to sociology. I'm from Chilliwack, B.C. I love to ski, go to concerts, and hike. I am currently reading A Little Life by Hanya Yanagihra, although I am struggling to make my way through it. I always thought reading was such an annoying task all throughout high school, but every time I read the assigned novels, I realized I actually liked reading! I think I just hated being told to read, I wanted to do it on my own. But the structure of having something due helped me so much in actually sticking to a book. Now, in my adulthood, I tend to jump around from novel to novel never finishing any of them. I think the structure of this class will help with this problem and I am looking forward to immersing myself in new novels. I am excited to draw on similarities and differences between these texts and how that reflects on where they come from. I hope to further sharpen my l