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“Започнах да пиша в обкръжение, което твърде силно ме тласкаше към целомъдрие. Писането тогава беше морален акт. Писането сега като че ли често е лишено от смисъл. Понякога осъзнавам следното: че ако писането не означава домогване до суетата и преходността като съвкупност от всички неща, то няма смисъл. Че ако не означава непременно сливане на всички неща в едно-единствено, неокачествимо по своята същност нещо, писането няма друг смисъл, освен самоизтъкване. Но най-често нямам мнение, виждам, че всички полета са открити, сякаш не съществуват вече стени, сякаш написаното не знае вече къде да се дене, за да се скрие, за да се осъществи, за да се прочете, сякаш изконната му неблагопристойност не се зачита вече, но не се замислям по-дълбоко над това.”

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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