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propertiesofjoy · 4 months ago
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boulder, eva baltasar
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the-sappho-of-lesbos · 26 days ago
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“Self-medication is a permanent temporary solution, like the low-watt bulb hanging in the hall. Twenty years with a dimly lit hall - how little it takes to become used to seeing so little.”
Permafrost, by Eva Baltasar (translated by Julia Sanches )
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smokefalls · 2 years ago
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Language is and always will be an occupied territory. I have the feeling I was shackled to it the moment I was born. Only language can help you belong somewhere and make sure you don’t lose your way. It’s a nourishing underlayer that seems to live in the mind, migrate down to the mouth, and, spoken, melt on the lips. At the same time, language is everywhere, occupying the body’s farthest-flung cells, pushing them to unimaginable places. It urges you on and turns your stomach, confuses your animal instincts, makes you human. No emotion is more indulgent than feeling that you are intensely human. Though it can also be the most tyrannical. You are responsible for every word, and no statement is innocent.
Eva Baltasar, Boulder (translated by Julia Sanches)
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wavesketcher-sq · 17 days ago
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for my sapphic girlies,
I’ve read two GREAT gay gay gay books in January that I just need to rec:
Boulder by Eva Baltasar (translated from Catalan)
The Safekeep by Yael van der Wouden
The writing!???? The sex scenes!???? My my my.
; also, much frustration watching S2 of XO, Kitty and skipping all scenes from anyone who wasn’t gay/indulging in gay thoughts xoxo
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lesbianboyfriend · 2 months ago
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The thought of all the words that are implanted in us when we are young horrifies me. Now I know even poetry can't neutralize them, much less subdue them.
boulder, eva baltasar
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wordshaveteeth · 1 year ago
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Ah, the old days! The old days are always better. The present knows this and chooses to punish us out of jealousy.
- Eva Baltasar, Boulder
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lyra-azalea · 5 months ago
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“Loneliness may not make us intelligent, but it does force us to smarten up and choose life. And it imposes an enormous love of the most important kind: self-love.”
Eva Baltasar, Mammoth. Translated by Julia Sanches
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phaedraismyusername · 2 years ago
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I'm not a book awards girlie but I will say if you were considering reading anything off the Booker Prize list then I'd highly recommend Boulder by Eva Baltasar
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It's a hundred-ish pages of internal monologue about what happens when a restless soul almost accidentally settles down, and how love and resentment can exist in the same space in your chest when two people don't want the same things. It's beautifully written and the way the narrative voice translates her life through her love of food and the sea is just 🤌🤌🤌
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mandabookcorner · 1 year ago
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When I close my eyes, I’m in another world—the always perfect world of the past, which nostalgia has wiped clean of every blemish and bruise.
- Eva Baltasar, Boulder
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naberiie · 2 years ago
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finished boulder by eva baltasar today and am a bit conflicted. i really related to the disgust the pov character, a queer woman, felt towards all things pregnancy and childbirth related. it was so genuinely refreshing to read the way the author wrote never couched that disgust or ever shamed her for it. the despair i felt while reading as the noose of her situation gradually closed in with no way out was an incredibly unique experience. and then it flipped on its head to ‘i didn’t love my child until i held it and now i want nothing more’. i recognize that it’s a subversion of a heteronormative trope, where it’s the father who feels increasingly alienated from and confused by his changing partner throughout a pregnancy but then he holds the baby and finally Gets It. i didn’t want her to get it. i wanted her to get out, with that same utterly refreshing lack of condemnation
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propertiesofjoy · 4 months ago
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veryrandomposts · 19 days ago
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I read Boulder earlier this year for an amazing book club I recently joined, and oh my, I loved the protagonist. I loved her for her flaws, her self-centredness, her inability to communicate, her insufferable disdain for motherhood. I even saw a little of myself in her. Can we have more such unlikeable female protagonists, please (especially those that don't care about being unlikeable?)? At the book club, someone also pointed out how by not revealing the protagonist's gender at the beginning of the narrative, some are tricked into believing it's a man (but she's not, she is a woman who is self-absorbed and commitment-phobic and a bit of a drifter).
I started reading Enter Ghost some time back and it is so beautiful, so intense. And then a few days ago I wandered aimlessly into a tiny bookshop with a friend and picked up The Colossus of Maroussi by Miller and now I just want to visit Greece. They're both so stunning, I might just review them here.
Yours Truly is also attending film classes, studying Persian, and working on a book (while doing her 9 to 5), but she's not exhausted, just happy. Last year I made a film and I can't stop talking about it (please check out the trailer on YouTube or my Instagram). Anyway, this is the most I've shared all week, so ciao.
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smokefalls · 2 years ago
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The power she exudes is subtle, almost tender, beautiful and supple yet resilient, like the silk of a spider’s web. She entices as much as she ensnares, lets you step back but never abandon her.
Eva Baltasar, Boulder (translated by Julia Sanches)
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bysundaynight · 1 month ago
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Las mejores lecturas de este año fueron Chilenas, quiero leer mas literatura de otros continentes, espero este año mi visión de mundo se expanda.
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lesbianboyfriend · 2 months ago
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The yellow house waits at the end of the street. It looks tired under the streetlight, like it hasn't slept a wink. It recognizes me the moment we lock eyes, and indicts me with every last one of its windows. I realize the house is no longer a house but a wife that has grown over Samsa like a second skin that insulates and shelters her. A fresh layer of skin that wants for nothing and refuses to be touched, that wallpapers a generic name over the proper name of the woman I loved.
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wordshaveteeth · 1 year ago
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It is easier to put up a facade than it is to loosen the bolts you’ve been tightening, turn by turn, day by day, inside a house.
- Eva Baltasar, Boulder
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