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Sign up for LibraryThing to find out whether you'll like this book. No current Talk conversations about this book. Spoiler Alert I see that others were far more impressed with this novel than I was. A bleak slice of Argentinian rural life it may be, but radically feminist? I don’t think so. Nefer, a 16-year-old girl is raped by a drunk at a wedding. The author does not provide much detail about the assault. It is not evident that the girl struggled or called out for help. Did she freeze? Fatalistically submit? Maybe. Likely. Who knows? Nefer apparently has no words to explain what happened, even to herself. Lacking a relationship with her sister and her shrew of a mother, she cannot open up to them. The women in the story blame the victim and are complicit in her further victimization. The young girl’s godmother, Doña Mercedes, the patrona of a prosperous local ranch, fixes things: Nefer is to marry the rapist and bonus: the priest will marry them! The perpetrator feels no guilt. He’s quite jolly about the whole thing—in fact, he hopes she had a good time. The girl’s father acknowledges unlucky things happen; one must simply get on with life. How do I end this? Well, let’s just say I hated it. no reviews | add a review
In the sweltering Argentine pampas, all things bow to Nefer. Reeds nod when she digs her heels into her horse, unripe peaches snap and fall as she gallops past. Sickly-sweet air bends, churns in Nefer's throat. Nefer measures the distance between her body and the table, and feels something filling her up, turning against her. Her belly swells. Desperate, Nefer visits a local medicine woman who is known to perform abortions but Nefer becomes too afraid to explain why she is truly there. She attends confession at church but cannot confide in the priest. During a fierce argument with her mother, she finally blurts out her secret. A radical feminist text, January was the first Argentine novel to represent rape from the survivor's perspective and to explore the life-threatening risks pregnancy posed, in a society where abortion was both outlawed and taboo. With a narcotic musicality and voice scorched through with honesty, Gallardo hangs before us an experience that has been lived and igno No library descriptions found. |
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Originally published in Argentina in 1958, the book was just recently translated into English for the first time. It is apparently, from what I've read, considered one of the best Argentinian novels and an influential one there. I read about it in The New Yorker and The New York Review before ordering a copy.
The story is about Nefer, who is the sixteen year old daughter of laborers in rural Argentina. She is about three months pregnant at the start of the story, after having been raped at her sister's wedding party. She has been hiding her pregnancy from everyone, but she knows that she won't be able to do that for much longer, and she is afraid of what will happen to her.
She decides to visit a local healer woman, but cannot bring herself to tell her why she is there, and she refuses the woman's advances when she intuits the reason. Her family soon finds out.
The book is very short, only 114 undersized pages. The story progresses in relatively short chapters, jumping ahead from scene to scene, covering only about two week's time. The writing is excellent. Here's an example:
“Maybe it would be better to sit up, kick off the covers, lean against the rough wall, run her hand across her forehead, her damp hair, and close her eyes. The sounds mingling with the darkness are too intrusive: the heavy tick-tock of the alarm clock, Alcira’s breathing, her parents snoring in the next room, the restless dogs in the night, the near and far off roosters, her own heart pumping, rising to her throat, suffocating her. And on top of all this, time pacing ceaselessly past her bedroom door, tromping through the night, the world, carrying with it all that will come to pass, things that will come to pass and cannot be stopped.” ( )