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“I feel a sadness I expected and which comes only from myself. I say I’ve always been sad. That I can see the same sadness in photos of myself when I was small. That today, recognizing it as the sadness I’ve always had, I could almost call it by my own name, it’s so like me.”

Quote by Marguerite Duras

Work

The Lover

This novel is a poignant exploration of a complex love story set against the backdrop of colonial Vietnam. It delves into the intricate relationships and societal pressures that shape the lives of its characters, offering a rich tapestry of historical and emotional depth. more

Author

Marguerite Duras
Marguerite Duras

Marguerite Duras was a renowned French writer born on April 4, 1914, and passed away on March 3, 1996. Her works are known for their unique narrative style and profound social insight, with notable titles including 'The Lover' and 'The River'. more

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