I loved reading this book. As a non English-speaker I find Jean Rhys’ way to begin her books quite difficult and I had the same impression when I read Wide Sargasso Sea. But, page after page the reader is drawn in more and more. The story is told inI loved reading this book. As a non English-speaker I find Jean Rhys’ way to begin her books quite difficult and I had the same impression when I read Wide Sargasso Sea. But, page after page the reader is drawn in more and more. The story is told in the third person from the point of view of Marya, a British-born girl who marries a Polish guy after a troubled life and moves to Paris with him. The problems arise after he is arrested, because she needs help and money to go on and she finds them both thanks to a new acquaintance. Marya isn’t depicted as remarkably beautiful but, to be honest, she’s very little described apart from thoughts and gestures. This is one of Jean Rhys’ particularities that I actually appreciate: she’s not explicit in her descriptions, but there’s no lack of accuracy. Everything appears clear from a glance, a thought, a grimace. Without even noticing it, sometimes the reader’s attention is stolen by a shift in focus and that’s how with little and occasional strokes Jean Rhys gives a wide perspective of the whole picture, portraying some other character’s opinions and ideas. It’s a flow, an uninterrupted dialogue which becomes more and more passionate. Even Paris, the city where the story is set, is not just a place in the background: it’s evidently a part of Marya herself which contributes to create a strong feeling of empathy. Thus, when the girl walks down the streets, you smell the pouring rain as well as you can feel her getting wet; whilst she sits at a Café table, the fragrance of coffee surrounds you with the metallic sound of the little spoons banging against the brim of the cups. Jean Rhys gives such true emotions that, at the very last page, you truly miss her.
“But of course it wasn’t a love affair. It was a fight. A ruthless, merciless, three-cornered fight. And from the first Marya, as was right and proper, had no chance of victory. For she fought wildly, with tears, with futile rages, with extravagant abandon – all bad weapons.” ...Continua Nascondi