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“What lingered after them was not life, which always overcomes natural death, but the most trivial list of mundane facts: a clock ticking on a wall, a room dim at noon, and the outrageousness of a human being thinking only of herself.”

Quote by Jeffrey Eugenides

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The Virgin Suicides: A Novel

Set in Grosse Pointe, Michigan, during the 1970s, the story follows the five Lisbon sisters: Cecilia, Lux, Bonnie, Mary, and Therese. Raised under the strict and watchful eye of their overprotective parents, the sisters lead a sheltered existence that becomes increasingly isolated from the outside world after the youngest sister's first suicide attempt. The narrative is told from the collective perspective of a group of adolescent boys who live on the same street, who watch the sisters from afar and become fascinated by them. Through fragments of memory, secondhand accounts, and artifacts collected over the years, these now-grown men attempt to reconstruct the events that led to the sisters' eventual fates. The novel explores themes of suburban disillusionment, the mysteries of adolescence, the limitations of memory, and the distance between observers and the truths they seek to understand. Published in 1993, it was later adapted into a film directed by Sofia Coppola. more

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Jeffrey Eugenides
Jeffrey Eugenides

Jeffrey Eugenides is an American novelist known for his unique narrative style and profound portrayal of complex family relationships. His works often explore identity, genetics, and human emotions. more

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