The Days of Abandonment was my backpack book, mostly due to it’s slimness. But as it turned out, the emotional impact of this book worked best in small doses as well.
(My backpack book is the book that only gets pulled out at lunch time. It gets read in small, quick bites.)
“One April afternoon, right after lunch, my husband announced that he wanted to leave me.”
So begins Olga descent into disbelief, despair, and her days of abandonment.
This is raw stuff.
Ferrante delves into the deep, dark days of the soul after a break-up. Some sections are hard to read. You want to avert your eyes and push the pain away any way you can.
You feel Olga’s helplessness, you feel her rage. You want to shake her and tell her to wake up to herself. You wish she had a little more dignity and a little less bitterness.
Once again, you are left feeling that Ferrante must be writing from real life. The details are so specific and so authentic that it feels like you’re intruding on someone’s personal journal.
This is not an easy read, or a happy read.
But it is a very human reading experience.
Book 9 read for #15in31 challenge.