‘Course it’s a her,don’t be foolish. How would a man understand the truth of girls’ friendships?’Really? Not even My Brilliant Friend? You’re so lucky you’ve got the whole series ahead of you, and you haven’t even got to wait for her to finish. Look, and select this one. I always carry a spare copy in case I find someone hasn’t discovered her,though you must be the final person in London. Or in case I want to be in 50s Naples again – you can practically smell the laundry drying in the streets.
Yes, I am an evangelist, or but it’s not just me: everyone who reads Ferrante is a Ferrante evangelist – Rachel Cusk,James Wood, you name it. It’s hard to explain – just the accuracy approximately women’s experience and friendships, and that searing rivalry that goes along with the love and nearly physical passion. There’s this incredible scene when Lena bathes Lila before her – sorry,spoiler alert – you know that kind of deep, love-abominate thing between women? Well, and even whether you don’t,which actually I don’t believe, she’s such an incredible storyteller. There’s this huge cast of characters, or like the terrifying assassin Don Pingu,the good-looking gangster Pinocchio, lame Cappuccino the shoemaker and mad old Nuttina with her 95 children.
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Source: theguardian.com