Near to the Wild Heart (Ndp; 1225)

I don't know how to review something that has racked my entire being inside and out, except to say that my next tattoo is going to be a Clarice Lispector! Without question. I'm hoping to get her eyes and a quote beneath them! The only question is which quote. So, I will leave this review with Lispector quotes: "I try to isolate myself in order to find life in itself." "The dense, dark night was cut down the middle, split into two black blocks of sleep....isolated in the timeless and the spaceless, in an empty gap. This stretch would be subtracted from her years of life." "...may they make a harp out of my nerves when I die." "As if she had tossed a hot coal at her husband, the phrase flipped about, wriggling through his hands until he rid himself of it with another phrase, cold like gray, gray to cover the interval: it's raining, I'm hungry, it's a beautiful day. Perhaps because she didn't know how to play. But she loved him, that way of picking up twigs of his." THE LOVE COULD NOT BE DEEPER!!! If you just read one more book in your life, make it one of Lispector's! This was her first novel written in 1943 and she was 23 yrs. old. She is a philosopher. Her work never ceases to take in the big picture of existence and everything is animate! xoxoxo

I'd never heard of Clarice Lispector a year ago, then starting seeing her name rather frequently. Its similarity to "Inspector" made me think perhaps this was some newly discovered detective series. Forgive my ignorance. A strongly-engaged review of her oeuvre prompted me to finally purchase this, her first, novel. (It was also mentioned as being short; what was there to lose?) The idea that this is the work of a twenty-three-year-old writing in 1943 is stunning. The writing is dense, fluid, and at times nearly inscrutable. It took forty or fifty pages of this 194 page book for me to get my footing. Lispector writes in a chanting, throbbing, stream-of-consciousness style that is almost breathtaking, relating bits of the female protagonist's childhood, abandonment, and eventual marriage to a man who comes to fear her fearlessness and her moral objectivity, driving her to the bed of another, a nearly unknown neighbor who provides her with both the depth and superficiality of her ideal relationship. While Near to the Wild Heart borders on philosophy, it also reminded me of the current trend of literary/souls-bared fiction by certain younger writers. And it clearly revealed how much deeper, more mature, and more fully realized Lispector's work is. There is little white space on her pages. She is no fan of short words, of short sentences or short paragraphs. She writes, one gets the sense, from the fuguelike state between sleep and wakefulness, a precise, accurate observer of her own thoughts. Though I am not one to reread books as a matter of course, I realize that this embroidery of thoughts and observations will take more than a single pass to fully unravel. And the benefit will be mine for doing so.

Lispector is a boss. This book is challenging, but not near as challenging as some of her other work (The Passion According To G.H. is perhaps the most obfuscated book I have ever read). This is the story of Joana, who we see, in childhood and adulthood, reject the sentimentalities of adult life as vapid disingenuousness. She just doesn't see the point, you know? She gets called a viper for it, but that doesn't seem to bother her. So I'm a viper, so what? Kind of reads like a pissed off Virginia Woolf. I loved it. In fact, I enjoy a lot of Lispector's work, but I would say try this before you go anywhere near her other books. She can be a bit abstract, you know.

Writing is of uneven quality. Remarkable in some parts, pretentious in many parts. The collected short stories are a much better read.

I did a school project around it and we concluded that it’s not for everyone, since the narrative is inconsistent and dreamy, but Lispector writes like no other, if you like flow of consciousness writing, this one is for you!

Another reviewer had described this novel as Joyce, but a woman, and from Brazil. Maybe there’s something to that. The narrative is deeply introspective and the protagonist (Joanna) is aware of the power of words to create, to lie, to invent. Her story of childhood, boarding school, marriage, and separation flows like her thoughts and touches on subjects like mortality, the nature of god, love, and the philosophy of Spinoza. I’ll probably be chewing on this one for a while...

Clarice is a splendid author. Near to the Wild heart was the first book I read by her and I fell in love. Book came in good condition.

amazing read

1) Short Verdict 🌊🧠 A blazing debut of interior life: Lispector’s stream-of-consciousness portrait of Joana turns ordinary moments into metaphysical voltage. Plot is secondary; perception and being are the drama. Hypnotic, demanding, unforgettable. Wikipedia 2) Literary Analysis (Themes, Style, Form) 🔎 Themes: Selfhood vs. social roles, freedom and amorality, eros and solitude, the shock of becoming. Style: Shifting tenses and free indirect thought; sentences move like weather fronts—lyrical, abrupt, ecstatic. The language makes experience, not just reports it; hence the Joycean echoes (title/epigraph), though Lispector insisted she hadn’t read Joyce. Form: Vignette-like chapters span Joana’s childhood to marriage and departure; cause-and-effect loosens, interior time takes over. The result is modernist intensity with mystical flicker. Wikipedia 3) Placement in Literature & Culture 📚 Published when Lispector was 23, the novel detonated Brazilian letters (nicknaming her “Hurricane Clarice”) and helped set the stage for later Latin American experiments in consciousness. Read alongside Woolf and (yes) Joyce, but also as something singularly Brazilian and metaphysical. Wikipedia 4) Trivia & Background 🗂️ 🇧🇷 Original: Perto do coração selvagem (1943); Graça Aranha Prize soon after publication. 📝 English translations: Giovanni Pontiero (1990) and Alison Entrekin (2012; ed. Benjamin Moser). 📘 Penguin Modern Classics paperback (UK): 6 February 2014 (ISBN 014119734X); this edition uses the Entrekin translation. Wikipedia ndbooks.com Penguin Biblio 5) Final Take & Rating 🏁⭐ Not a “story” so much as a revelation of consciousness—wild, lucid, and alive to the smallest spark. Rating: ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐

O livro é lindo, mas 0 pra entrega e pra qualidade da capa. É aquelas que se vc passar a unha, arranha. Não vale a pena comprar, pq com o tempo a capa vai se desfazer inteira. E veio parecendo livro usado. Terrível. Com certeza não vale a pena o preço.

As a first time reader of Clarice Lispector, I found it very difficult to understand where this book comes from. The book offers no context or insight about the author (at least for the Indian audience, who have no clue about Brazil's history, leave alone a writer who became famous only after she left Brazil). It painfully took me months to continue reading a book which only delves into the inner thoughts of the protagonist Joanna, with very little information on the background or the surroundings. I had to stop reading the book and figure out more about the writer, Brazilian literature, the Jews in the country and after going through many reviews I realised that I wasn't the only one to find this book difficult. It is said that the meaning was lost in the English translated text, so perhaps I am missing out on a lot of things. Brilliant book for those who'd like to go deep into introspection about morality, their own thoughts and the ones with existential crises.

Belle édition. Traduction très bonne, les Éditions New Directions sont vraiment de qualité. Si vous voulez lire en anglais ou ne trouvez plus la version originale en portugais du Brésil, n'hésitez pas, il s'agit d'un classique de la littérature contemporaine universelle, à mon sens.

A slim novel, it is nevertheless challenging, beautifully written – the perspective changes throughout, and is impressionistic, dreamlike and introspective. I was reminded particularly of Virginia Woolf – it being a very long time since I attempted James Joyce (one novel was enough). The central character; Joana continually asking herself philosophical questions – questioning her relationship with everything including objects around her. Much, I think is therefore required of the reader, and I’m certain some of it went over my head. Lispector’s prose is glorious, and even those more difficult sections are a joy to read. The novel tells the story of Joana, from her childhood, alone with her father, writing him poetry, through the changes that come to her childhood and adolescence, to her marriage to Otávio, through to her decision to make her own way in the world. Even as a child Joana is free thinking and unusual. Lispector’s descriptions of Joana’s thought processes and interactions with the world around her are quite wonderful.