A woman, writer and mother who says the unsayable, thinks the unthinkable and puts it all down in her notebooks in all its raw emotional and intellectual chaos.Four Notebooks pouring with self contempt, full of disillusionment, tolls for searching clues in her past in order to reconcile her unbearably miserable present.The black recalls Anna’s youth in wartime Rhodesia, her initial involvement with the Communist Party and how her early experiences served as material for her later successful novel. I have even despised Anna, the narrator of the story, thinking her naive, selfish and snobbish.But being a woman who dwells in constant contradiction, I have irrevocably fallen under the spell of Lessing Anna’s radical voice.
“The Golden notebook” is not a kind book.It has challenged my patience and tolerance with its apparent non direction. Reckless and foolish, I know.My head still spinning around and my heart wrenched into a tight ball as I write these lines. “Art is the mirror of our betrayed ideals” page 385.Still under the effects of the inebriating The Brothers K, I thought the best way to overcome a book hungover was to get drunk again.
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