The Lover: Giving Beaten Down Women Who Have Lost Their Looks Everywhere Hope That Their Old Love Will Always Remember Them As They Were

“The story of my life doesn’t exist. Does not exist. There’s never any center to it. No path, no line.” But, for as self-effacing as the unnamed narrator in Marguerite Duras’ The Lover might try to be in downplaying the tragedy of her existence as commonplace, there can be no denying that the circumstances and trajectory of her life in Sa Đéc and Saigon are especially … Continue reading The Lover: Giving Beaten Down Women Who Have Lost Their Looks Everywhere Hope That Their Old Love Will Always Remember Them As They Were