The Lover was an intimate and fascinating reading experience. Marguerite Duras has such a vivid way of telling the story that I was immediately drawn in. However, the sluggish aspects of the book eventually made it a bit difficult for me to get to the ending with speedish delight.
She implements both the first and third perspectives in the novel. The first perspective sections are fueled with vehement distaste for her mother and brothers, especially her elder brother. There are a lot of powerful emotions being exhibited with that viewpoint that makes it seems she has a severe complex in regards to her brothers. The third person perspectives takes on a more judgmental aspect, mostly in regards to herself and her provocative nature. She is proud and comfortable with her behavior, but these passages make it seem like her pride is nothing more than a mask of rebellious action against her mother’s biased attitude.
Another element of the book I found to be very delectable was the intimate nature of her telling. Her voice in this story is candid and personal, extremely private in nature, almost as if we are reading portions of a scandalous journal. Here, in this element does Duras’s elegance really come to light. It was exceptionally beautiful.
Her rants do lead to a slower pace here and there throughout the novel, but overall it is a fine piece of literature, as long as you don’t mind the complexities of her style.