The Days of Abandonment is not for the faint of heart. It is claustrophobic. It is ugly. But it is also, strangely, liberating.
If you have ever felt the floor drop out from under your life—whether from a breakup, a death, or a betrayal—this book will speak to you. It whispers: The person you were is dead. Grieve her. But do not stay in the locked apartment forever. Los dias del abandono
Ferrante writes the female rage that society tells us to suppress. Olga wants to kill. Olga wants to scream. Olga wants to die, but only after she has made Mario watch. The Days of Abandonment is not for the faint of heart
5/5 emotional bruises.
There is a specific kind of horror that lives not in haunted houses or dark alleys, but in the sudden, inexplicable quiet of a suburban apartment. It’s the horror of a phone that doesn’t ring, a key that doesn’t turn in the lock, a husband who looks at you one morning as if you are a stranger he tolerates. But it is also, strangely, liberating