A Hora da Estrela
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Summary
Um dos maiores clássicos da literatura brasileira， A hora da estrela completa 40 anos e chega às livrarias em edição comemorativa com projeto gráfico sofisticado， capa dura e recheada de textos críticos assinados por nomes de prestígio como Nadia Gotlib， Eduardo Portella， Clarisse Fukelman， o irlandês Colm Tóibín e a francesa Hélène Cixous， entre outros。 A edição especial traz ainda um caderno， em papel couchê， com reproduções em fac-símile do texto original da autora， com texto de apresentação inédito da escritora， tradutora e pesquisadora Paloma Vidal。 Romance mais popular de Clarice Lispector， lançado em 1977， ano da morte da escritora， o livro expõe os dilemas criativos do escritor Rodrigo S。 M。 （alter-ego da própria Clarice） para narrar a história de Macabéa， uma jovem alagoana órfã， virgem， feia e solitária， criada por uma tia tirana， que a leva para o Rio de Janeiro， onde trabalha como datilógrafa e onde cumpre seu triste destino com total resignação。 Em seu romance de despedida， Clarice põe um pouco de si nas personagens Rodrigo e Macabéa。 Ele， um escritor atormentado， à espera da morte; ela， uma moça infeliz e desprezada por todos， que gosta de espantar a solidão ouvindo a Rádio Relógio e que passou a infância no Nordeste， como a própria autora。 Uma obra que se mantém instigante， inovadora e profundamente comovente há 40 anos， ganhando reimpressões sucessivas e traduções em todo o mundo。 Agora， A hora da estrela atinge seu apogeu com esta edição que já nasce clássica e predestinada a se tornar um item de coleção。
Reviews
Carlos Valladares
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Gorgeous， gorgeous， gorgeous。 In its perfected ugliness。 All of life is here。 Has the vile wisdom， the malignancy， the cruelty and the steely grasp on the terror that is living that only comes naturally （and most frighteningly） to the late artists: Bresson’s L’ARGENT （1983）， Buñuel’s THAT OBSCURE OBJECT OF DESIRE （1977）。
Sanjana Idnani
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A short book but yet packed full of stylistic genius， probing questions and innocence so beautiful it’s cruel
Clarissa
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"Como la norestina， hay millares de muchachas diseminadas por chabolas， sin cama ni cuarto， trabajando detrás de mostradores hasta la estafa。 Ni siquiera ven que son fácilmente sustituibles y que tanto podrían existir como no。 Pocas se quejan， y que yo sepa， ninguna reclama porque no sabe a quién。 ¿Ese quién existirá？"Dicha frase podría resumir de que trata esta novela de la escritora brasileña Clarice Lispector， la cual fue publicada en 1977 poco antes de su fallecimiento。 No obstante， hay otro "Como la norestina， hay millares de muchachas diseminadas por chabolas， sin cama ni cuarto， trabajando detrás de mostradores hasta la estafa。 Ni siquiera ven que son fácilmente sustituibles y que tanto podrían existir como no。 Pocas se quejan， y que yo sepa， ninguna reclama porque no sabe a quién。 ¿Ese quién existirá？"Dicha frase podría resumir de que trata esta novela de la escritora brasileña Clarice Lispector， la cual fue publicada en 1977 poco antes de su fallecimiento。 No obstante， hay otros aspectos importantes que se abordan como lo es el papel del narrador de esta historia a quien conoceremos como Rodrigo S。 M。 En este aspecto vemos cómo la autora experimenta con la figura del narrador， quien además reflexiona sobre la escritura y nos relata en primera persona la vida de una norestina de nombre Macaeba， quién trabaja como mecanógrafa y vive con un grupo de chicas contrastantes a ella。Es a través de la historia de Macaeba que nos encontramos ante una profunda introspección por parte del narrador sobre la marginalidad， la felicidad， la existencia y la muerte。 Es peculiar la narrativa porque el personaje que se nos presenta， es de esos que pocas veces aparecen como estelares， por ejemplo nuestra joven norestina， no encuadra dentro de los estereotipos de la mujer brasileña exuberante y carece de cualquier atributo convencional。 Como dice la autora es un ser con una existencia anodina。Los personajes secundarios son Olímpico de Jesús， un hombre del que se enamora Macaeba y que después la deja por su compañera Gloria。 Asimismo， encontraremos a un médico y a una cartomante， estos últimos personajes son a quienes nuestra norestina se acerca con toda su inocencia característica para transformar su vida， pero que al final sirven para hacer una parodia de la sociedad y sus vidas， ya que Lispector nos habla de los otros， de la clase obrera que se alinea al mundo voraz， pero que son constantemente rechazados。El título de esta novela tiene sentido al final de la historia， ya que es el desenlace en donde nuestra protagonista "insignificante" obtiene la grandeza y la atención de los demás。 。。。more
Fernanda
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A hora das cinco estrelas （hehehe）Dou cinco estrelas pra o livro， os ensaios levam 3/6。 Uns são bem bons e de fácil compreensão， mas outros achei muito acadêmicos ou uma viagem mesmo。 Queria ver Clarice na terra lendo e dizendo: "Mas gente， nada a ver isso daqui， o livro é o que tá escrito nele。" E o livro é vivo， o livro é。 Eu nem sabia ainda， por exemplo， que ela escreveu pouco antes de morrer， o que me parece ter feito a diferença。 Mesmo。 O livro parece um soltar， um flutuar， o livro é libert A hora das cinco estrelas （hehehe）Dou cinco estrelas pra o livro， os ensaios levam 3/6。 Uns são bem bons e de fácil compreensão， mas outros achei muito acadêmicos ou uma viagem mesmo。 Queria ver Clarice na terra lendo e dizendo: "Mas gente， nada a ver isso daqui， o livro é o que tá escrito nele。" E o livro é vivo， o livro é。 Eu nem sabia ainda， por exemplo， que ela escreveu pouco antes de morrer， o que me parece ter feito a diferença。 Mesmo。 O livro parece um soltar， um flutuar， o livro é liberto não é escrito。 E Clarice tinha uma coisa com a morte e não uma coisa negativa， uma curiosidade， uma conformidade， uma segurança da morte que faz compensar a vida， e não digo a vida 'aaahh， alegria， emoções， grandes momentos， altas aventuras。。。'， a vida pra ela （pelo que li até agora） me parece ser o próprio ser， o respirar， existir， estar ciente da existência e do pertencimento ao mundo， ao que te rodeia。 Meditativo。Também pontuo que apesar de muito intrínseco e cheio dos devaneios profundos que às vezes nos dão aquela facadinha que a gente adora， esse livro me pareceu mais fácil de acompanhar， bom pra quem nunca leu Clarice começar， experimentar。O autor e Macabéa na verdade Clarice Lispector。Como em todas as minhas reviews da Clarice， falo falo e nem eu me entendo。 Paro aqui。 。。。more
Sofía Bak
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La hora de la estrella para mi fue como leer poesía en prosa。 No podía quitarme las ganas de leérsela en voz alta a alguien y compartir las palabras que Lispector nos regaló。
Esther Espeland
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Clarice， you dog！ Her writing is so precise， so odd！ Kinda sounds like if an alien was in a human suit trying to blend in and speak English。 Really liked the meta narration。 Just so much packed into 77 pages
Karen
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Filing under latinx-lit although it’s actually a Portuguese-language Brazilian novella by a Ukrainian Jewish woman。 And under philosophical fiction even though it’s maybe more meta fiction。 Good luck categorizing Lispector， is the thing。 I’m getting old and I like narrative， but even I can tell there’s something real in the awkward， abrupt， original strangeness of her sentences。 Like dancing with Martha Graham—it’s not going to be a nice mutually agreeable two-step， but that’s because she’s doin Filing under latinx-lit although it’s actually a Portuguese-language Brazilian novella by a Ukrainian Jewish woman。 And under philosophical fiction even though it’s maybe more meta fiction。 Good luck categorizing Lispector， is the thing。 I’m getting old and I like narrative， but even I can tell there’s something real in the awkward， abrupt， original strangeness of her sentences。 Like dancing with Martha Graham—it’s not going to be a nice mutually agreeable two-step， but that’s because she’s doing something different。 。。。more
Graham Brown
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I see a lot of quotes from 'The Hour of the Star' posted on social media。 People no doubt think they are sharing something profound， but don't they realise Lispector is making fun of her pretentious narrator？ So the people quoting Lispector's "deep" thoughts are sort of making themselves look foolish。In contrast to the moribund narrator， the female character is unaffected and full of life。 I see a lot of quotes from 'The Hour of the Star' posted on social media。 People no doubt think they are sharing something profound， but don't they realise Lispector is making fun of her pretentious narrator？ So the people quoting Lispector's "deep" thoughts are sort of making themselves look foolish。In contrast to the moribund narrator， the female character is unaffected and full of life。 。。。more
Isa Bezana
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4。5
Flor Penelas
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Interesante novela metaficcional y existencialista， te deja con un dulce amargo al terminar de leerla。
Gerko
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Prachtige novelle waarin het verhaal van de schrijver zich verstrengelt met dat van de hoofdpersoon - een arme jonge vrouw uit een Braziliaanse achterbuurt。 Heel verfrissend geschreven en behalve tergend tragisch vooral bewonderenswaardig mooi！
m。
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Não tenho nem palavras pra descrever esse livro então vou só deixar minhas frases favoritas aqui:"E dever meu， nem que seja de pouca arte， o de revelar-lhe a vida。Porque há o direito ao grito。Então eu grito。""Ainda bem que o que eu vou escrever já deve estar na certa de algum modo escrito em mim。""Experimentei quase tudo， inclusive a paixão e o seu desespero。 E agora só quereria ter o que eu tivesse sido e não fui。""Mas eu tenho plena consciência dela: através dessa moça dou o meu grito de horro Não tenho nem palavras pra descrever esse livro então vou só deixar minhas frases favoritas aqui:"E dever meu， nem que seja de pouca arte， o de revelar-lhe a vida。Porque há o direito ao grito。Então eu grito。""Ainda bem que o que eu vou escrever já deve estar na certa de algum modo escrito em mim。""Experimentei quase tudo， inclusive a paixão e o seu desespero。 E agora só quereria ter o que eu tivesse sido e não fui。""Mas eu tenho plena consciência dela: através dessa moça dou o meu grito de horror à vida。 À vida que tanto amo。""— Eu vou ter tanta saudade de mim quando morrer。""Hoje， pensou ela， hoje é o primeiro dia de minha vida: nasci。""Eu， que simbolicamente morro várias vezes só para experimentar a ressurreição。" 。。。more
Giselle
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This review has been hidden because it contains spoilers。 To view it， click here。 Macabea， no comprenderte al final me hizo quererte。
Jim
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Clarice Lispector's The Hour of the Star is a strange novel about a thin young woman from the Northeast of Brazil named Macabea who leads a strange sort of half-life which is neither happy nor sad。 At one point， the author says of her:That girl didn’t know she was what she was， just as a dog doesn’t know it’s a dog。 So she didn’t feel unhappy。 The only thing she wanted was to live。 She didn’t know for what， she didn’t ask questions。 Maybe she thought there was a little bitty glory in living。 She Clarice Lispector's The Hour of the Star is a strange novel about a thin young woman from the Northeast of Brazil named Macabea who leads a strange sort of half-life which is neither happy nor sad。 At one point， the author says of her:That girl didn’t know she was what she was， just as a dog doesn’t know it’s a dog。 So she didn’t feel unhappy。 The only thing she wanted was to live。 She didn’t know for what， she didn’t ask questions。 Maybe she thought there was a little bitty glory in living。 She thought people had to be happy。 So she was。 Before her birth was she an idea？ Before her birth was she dead？ And after her birth she would die？ What a thin slice of watermelon。The very first sentence of the book gives us an odd clue to where we're headed: "All the world began with a YES。 One molecule said yes to another molecule and life was born。"Lispector was born in the Ukraine in 1920 of Jewish parents， shortly after which her family moved to Brazil。 Strangely， the Portuguese in her novels and stories is so unidiomatic that native Brazilians have a hard time reading it， yet the meaning always comes across clearly。 The Hour of the Star is Lispector's last novel， after which she died of ovarian cancer at the age of 57。Although her work is not much known in the U。S。， she is shaping up to my mind as one of the great women writers of the 20th century。 。。。more
Pablo Rojas
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Poco puedo decir de esta novelita。 No porque no quiera， sino porque no sé qué se puede decir。 Ojeé otras reseñas y nadie parece saberlo。 En todo caso， la estructura narrativa es a la vez compleja y simple de entender， experimental y clara。 La historia llena de ternura pero no de lástima。 Creo que lo mejor que puedo decir es que nadie que lea esta novela va a quedar indiferente。 No se puede。
Núria Baltrons
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"¿Per què escric sobre una jove que no té ni una pobresa afortunada？ Potser perquè en ella hi ha un recolliment i també perquè en la pobresa de cos i esperit toco la santedat， jo que vull sentir el buf del meu més-enllà。 Per ser més que no pas jo， perquè sóc tan poca cosa。" "¿Per què escric sobre una jove que no té ni una pobresa afortunada？ Potser perquè en ella hi ha un recolliment i també perquè en la pobresa de cos i esperit toco la santedat， jo que vull sentir el buf del meu més-enllà。 Per ser més que no pas jo， perquè sóc tan poca cosa。" 。。。more
Naomi
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Ugh I didn't like this。 It was as much about the male narrator as about the girl supposedly at the center of the story and it just reminded me of so many men who talk just about themselves instead of those around them。 Some interesting philosophical musings and language but not a fan。 As the librarian said though， at least the cover is pretty。 Ugh I didn't like this。 It was as much about the male narrator as about the girl supposedly at the center of the story and it just reminded me of so many men who talk just about themselves instead of those around them。 Some interesting philosophical musings and language but not a fan。 As the librarian said though， at least the cover is pretty。 。。。more
Luis Conte
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4 Stars- A strong 4This book was brilliant and not what I expected from the summary on the back。 I thought I was in for a contained Brazillian narrative about a woman with simple pleasures。 However， what I was treated to was a narrative that questioned the nature of happiness， womanhood， and the process of writing itself。 This book's final sequence is nothing short of perfect and brings together one of the most unique narratives I have ever read。 I particularly enjoyed the basic fast dialogue sh 4 Stars- A strong 4This book was brilliant and not what I expected from the summary on the back。 I thought I was in for a contained Brazillian narrative about a woman with simple pleasures。 However， what I was treated to was a narrative that questioned the nature of happiness， womanhood， and the process of writing itself。 This book's final sequence is nothing short of perfect and brings together one of the most unique narratives I have ever read。 I particularly enjoyed the basic fast dialogue shared between the characters within the novel and how it， despite its often nonsensical nature， proved to develop the characters fully without the need for pages of exposition。 This is particularly impressive and indeed I believe many authors could learn a lesson from the minimalist， yet effective nature of Lispector's character development。 We are fed enough about the characters in order to understand them/be intentionally perplexed by them as well as fed small enough amounts to maintain one's curiosity and investment within the characters themselves。 This is a commendable achievement by Lispector。 I also have to commend the ending of this book。 Lispector was courageous with her writing and provided an ending that was well thought through， meaningful， and allowed for the main philosophical message of her novel to be brought up。 It left me feeling completely satisfied and happy I had spent my time in the world that she had created。 This is indeed what every author should strive to do with their book and I have to once again offer praise to Lispector for doing so。Now， unfortunately， there is one issue with this book that prevents it from being a 5-star read despite its brilliant conclusion。 It is here I must address the narrator， for two-thirds of the book the narrator indeed compliments how this book is written， as it is written in two layers- the story and then the perspective of the writer （the narrator）。 For these periods he allows the reader a glimpse into the writing process and forms a surrogate voice for Lispector allowing one to feel close to the author when reading as he often makes comments on the story he is recording， to his readers。 However， the first third of this book is extremely hard to get trough， it is very slow and the layered writing style of an author writing about an author， writing about a character we haven't met yet is difficult to comprehend at first。 This issue is rectified once we have some interaction with the main character however， before this the book is incredibly difficult to read- not in a negative way， simply in the way it takes much comprehension and understanding to realize what is going on。 This is what generates a feeling of sluggishness and lack of progression within the reader which may put people off。The only other issue I took from the narrator figure is I am not sure as to why Lispector specifically gendered him as a man。 To me， I couldn't work out the reason as to why this was the case/ what it added to the narrative。 In my opinion， a genderless narrator that just served as a philosophical voice would have made more sense as I would feel closer to Lispector as well as it removing implicit gender biases associated with the sex of the in text author I would definitely recommend this book， however， it is written in a particularly advanced way with specific punctuation choices， as well as the layered narrative meaning I would get into the reading rhythm before tackling this novel。 I would not recommend it to people who would consider themselves beginner readers as despite this book's page count it is incredibly dense。 What I would do， however， is read the passages and quotes because there are some phenomenal ones in here。 All in all a wonderful surpise。 。。。more
Em
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“She didn’t feel anything and deities were strangers to her。”
Mayra Freire
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Achei muito confuso pra minha cabecinha， mas tem umas reflexões legais sobre a vida
Jenna
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Hectic meta-fiction， with a narrator by turns surprising， witty， pathetic and profound telling a story that is more an idea - what is it to be a person who is too poor in love and relations to have learned to think， is basically instinct/animal - deprived of words is she more or less？ Or better: how is she both more and less， and how should we be more。
Zaalv D。 M。
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This review has been hidden because it contains spoilers。 To view it， click here。 “Macabea me mató。Ella estaba finalmente libre de sí y de nosotros。 No se asusten， morir es un instante， pasa enseguida， lo sé porque acabo de morir con la muchacha。 Discúlpenme esta muerte。 Es que no pude evitarla， la gente acepta todo porque ya besó la pared。 Pero he aquí que， de repente， siento mi último gesto de rebelión y aúllo: ¡¡¡los palomos son mortales！！！ Vivir es un lujo。”“¿El final fue demasiado grandilocuente para las necesidades de ustedes？ Al morir， ella se volvió aire。 ¿Aire enérgi “Macabea me mató。Ella estaba finalmente libre de sí y de nosotros。 No se asusten， morir es un instante， pasa enseguida， lo sé porque acabo de morir con la muchacha。 Discúlpenme esta muerte。 Es que no pude evitarla， la gente acepta todo porque ya besó la pared。 Pero he aquí que， de repente， siento mi último gesto de rebelión y aúllo: ¡¡¡los palomos son mortales！！！ Vivir es un lujo。”“¿El final fue demasiado grandilocuente para las necesidades de ustedes？ Al morir， ella se volvió aire。 ¿Aire enérgico？ No lo sé。 Murió en un instante。 El instante es aquel momento de tiempo en que el neumático del auto corriendo a alta velocidad toca el suelo， después no toca y después vuelve a tocar。 Etc。， etc。， etc。 En el fondo ella no había pasado de ser una cajita de música medio desafinada。”Sin duda esta mujer escribía como nadie。 。。。more
Hannah
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Clarice proves once again that she’s one of my favorite writers。 I devoured this in one sitting and wondered why I hadn’t read it sooner。 If you like your books introspective and enigmatic， look no further。
Fay Van Kerckvoorde
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Clarice Lispector schrijft betoverend， geestig en zo helder ingewikkeld。 Ik kijk uit naar het moment dat ik alles van haar heb gelezen en kan beginnen met herlezen。In dit boek heb ik vooral genoten van de mijmeringen van 'de schrijver'。"Zoals ik al aanstipte probeer ik steeds eenvoudiger te schrijven。 Bovendien is het materiaal waarover ik beschik te schaars en te uniek， de gegevens over de personages zijn gering en niet erg verhelderend， gegevens die maar moeizaam vanuit mezelf naar mij toe kom Clarice Lispector schrijft betoverend， geestig en zo helder ingewikkeld。 Ik kijk uit naar het moment dat ik alles van haar heb gelezen en kan beginnen met herlezen。In dit boek heb ik vooral genoten van de mijmeringen van 'de schrijver'。"Zoals ik al aanstipte probeer ik steeds eenvoudiger te schrijven。 Bovendien is het materiaal waarover ik beschik te schaars en te uniek， de gegevens over de personages zijn gering en niet erg verhelderend， gegevens die maar moeizaam vanuit mezelf naar mij toe komen， het is timmerwerk。Ja， maar niet vergeten dat om wat dan ook te schrijven mijn basismateriaal het woord is。 Dus dit verhaal zal opgebouwd worden uit woorden die zinnen vormen en daaruit zal een geheime betekenis voortspruiten die woorden en zinnen overstijgt。 Uiteraard kom ik zoals iedere schrijver in de verleiding om sappige termen te gebruiken: ik ken schitterende adjectieven， vlezige substantieven en werkwoorden die zo rank zijn dat ze al doende de lucht doorklieven， daar het woord immers daad is - mee eens？ Maar ik ga het woord niet verfraaien want als ik het brood van het meisje raak zal dat brood in goud veranderen - en zal de jonge vrouw （ze is negentien） en zal de jonge vrouw er niet in kunnen bijten en omkomen van de honger。 dus moet ik op de eenvoudige wijze spreken om haar tere， vage bestaan te vatten。 Ik beperk er er nederig toe - maar zonder prat te gaan op mijn nederigheid， want dan zou ik niet meer nederig zijn - ik beperk me ertoe de onbeduidende avonturen te vertellen van een meisje in een stad die zich helemaal tegen haar keert。" 。。。more
Rachel
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A book for academics。
Tina
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A masterpiece。 The narrator， a character in itself， is at once a beast， man and deity。 His tongue is sharp:"I am not an intellectual， I write with my body。 And what I write is a moist fog。 Words are sounds transfused with unequal shadows that intersect， stalactites， lace， transfigured organ music。 I hardly dare shout out words at this vibrant and rich， morbid and dark web which has its countertone in the thick bass of pain。 Allegro con brio。" His eyes on his subject--the girl--are piercing: "Tha A masterpiece。 The narrator， a character in itself， is at once a beast， man and deity。 His tongue is sharp:"I am not an intellectual， I write with my body。 And what I write is a moist fog。 Words are sounds transfused with unequal shadows that intersect， stalactites， lace， transfigured organ music。 I hardly dare shout out words at this vibrant and rich， morbid and dark web which has its countertone in the thick bass of pain。 Allegro con brio。" His eyes on his subject--the girl--are piercing: "That girl didn't know she was what she was， just as a dog doesn't know it's a dog。 So she didn't feel unhappy。 The only thing she wanted was to live。 She didn't know for what， she didn't ask questions。 Maybe she thought there was a little bitty glory in living。 She thought people had to be happy。 So she was。"And he reveals himself in such musings now and then: "Meanwhile the clouds are white and the sky is all blue。 Why so much God。 Why not a little for men。"In rendering this plain， insignificant， poor girl （Macabéa） through the eyes of this narrator， Lipsector gave life and movement and a relatable quality to both。 The story unfolds slowly after long passages of monologue yet I was deeply engaged in the narrative， sinking deeper into Macabéa's world as I ponder on life， breath and existence itself。 This is a book to be read slowly， returning to the same passages more than once if needed as they will continue to deliver and give you pleasure， pain， thoughts and all those other things you want out of a good book。 。。。more
Ville
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near to the wild heart， agua viva， besieged city， chandelier， a breath of life ja tämä， en usko että merkittävämpää tekstiä on tullu vastaan， kiitos clarice
Giovanni Gregory
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Sobre la falta de sustancia。
Nente
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Normally， if you tell me something on the lines of "of course there's no point in this - that is the point！" I'd be the first to ridicule。 But not this time。That idea is ridiculous in fiction; sometimes it is done for the sake of the ridiculous。 But Macabea is so real it's heartbreaking that she has no point。The author isn't pushing any agenda， though it's easy to see how you could use almost this same text to do so - and lose that reality， let it slip away， exchange it for a pot of message。I ca Normally， if you tell me something on the lines of "of course there's no point in this - that is the point！" I'd be the first to ridicule。 But not this time。That idea is ridiculous in fiction; sometimes it is done for the sake of the ridiculous。 But Macabea is so real it's heartbreaking that she has no point。The author isn't pushing any agenda， though it's easy to see how you could use almost this same text to do so - and lose that reality， let it slip away， exchange it for a pot of message。I came to Lispector in strange ways， via not liking a book by her American translator。 Now that I say it， it seems I should probably just shut up about any other ideas being ridiculous。The Russian translation was fine; it wasn't too slicked down， at least， as I understand the urge to smooth the prose and how wrong it is when the author was going for the rough。 。。。more
Ana
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"Por que escrevo sobre uma jovem que nem pobreza enfeitada tem？" Macabea。 Uma quase não-personagem， com uma não-vida， um não-corpo， um não-namorado， frases de não-dizer e um desfecho quase-quase。 E， ao mesmo tempo， uma personagem social e psicologicamente denunciante e com uma imensa força literária。 Perturbadora e inesquecível。Macabea era pouco mais do que analfabeta， "só tinha até ao terceiro ano primário"。 Mas ouvia avidamente a Rádio Relógio， que não passava música， mas que "entre "Por que escrevo sobre uma jovem que nem pobreza enfeitada tem？" Macabea。 Uma quase não-personagem， com uma não-vida， um não-corpo， um não-namorado， frases de não-dizer e um desfecho quase-quase。 E， ao mesmo tempo， uma personagem social e psicologicamente denunciante e com uma imensa força literária。 Perturbadora e inesquecível。Macabea era pouco mais do que analfabeta， "só tinha até ao terceiro ano primário"。 Mas ouvia avidamente a Rádio Relógio， que não passava música， mas que "entre os pingos do tempo dava curtos ensinamentos dos quais algum dia viesse a precisar saber"。 Macabea sentiu-se atraída por um título de livro esquecido sobre uma mesa: "Humilhados e Ofendidos"。 Macabea era ignorante， mas a sua sensibilidade permitia-lhe emocionar-se quando ouvia "Una Furtiva Lacrima" numa língua que não compreendia。 A história de Macabea poderia ter sido outra se a percepção que construiu de si própria tivesse sido diferente。 Se lhe tivesse sido permitido aspirar a algo mais do que uma qualquer "goiabada com queijo"。 Fico a pensar em como a ausência de projecto pessoal ainda é uma condição imposta a tantas raparigas dos nordestes da vida e do mundo。Sob uma capa de romance de cordel， este livro é uma obra depurada， de uma falsa simplicidade e com imensas camadas。 O discurso é marcado pela introspecção e fluxo de consciência do narrador。 Sublinhei metade do livro e senti necessidade de reler muitas passagens。 Também achei muito interessante a transferência do papel de narrador para um personagem masculino - Rodrigo S。 M。 （significará Substantivo Masculino？） - que permite dar uma maior universalidade ao que é retratado。 É minha obrigação contar sobre essa moça entre milhares delas。 E dever meu， nem que seja de pouca arte， o de revelar-lhe a vida。 Porque há o direito ao grito。 Então eu grito。 Confesso que nunca tinha sentido especial apelo em relação a esta autora， não obstantes os muitos e enormes elogios da sua obra。 Aconteceu agora por proposta de outrem e， embora também tenha lido que este obra sai um pouco do que é o estilo mais comum da autora， fiquei com bastante curiosidade para conhecer mais。 。。。more
Reference
google book https://www.google.com/search?tbm=bks&q=A Hora da Estrela
hathitrust digital library https://babel.hathitrust.org/cgi/ls?q1=A Hora da Estrela&field1=ocr&a=srchls&ft=ft&lmt=ft
The British Library https://bll01.primo.exlibrisgroup.com/discovery/search?query=any,contains,A Hora da Estrela&tab=LibraryCatalog&search_scope=Not_BL_Suppress&vid=44BL_INST:BLL01&lang=en&offset=0