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Free download ä Good Morning, Midnight ´ eBook, PDF or Kindle ePUB ¼ In 1930s Paris where one cheap hotel room is very like another a young woman is teaching herself indifference She has escaped personal tragedy and has come to France to find courage and seek independence She tells herself to expect nothiExpect nothing especially not kindness least of all from men Tomorrow she resolves she will dye her hair blonde. Emily Dickinson poem 382 “Good Morning—Midnight—I'm coming Home—Day—got tired of Me—How could I—of HimSunshine was a sweet place—I liked to stay—But Morn—didn't want me—now—So—Goodnight—DayI can look—can't I—When the East is RedThe Hills—have a way—then—That puts the Heart—abroad—You—are not so fair—Midnight—I chose—Day—But—please take a little Girl—He turned away” The desperation of having sunk so low to a bottomless pit where disaffection has taken over the zest for life is at the background of the syncopated rhythm of this non story as it is in Emily Dickinson’s poem which gives title to this confessional novella Was Jean Rhys an eccentric woman like Dickinson; a social outcast unable to accept her place in the corseted roles attached to their gender at the timeOr was she another victim of straddling two worlds the inner and the outer two cultures two expectations hers and the other that society nursed on her since her birthWhen depression is no longer a novelty but the dominant state in which a person operates for long periods of time there is no room for self pity or compassion Sasha the protagonist of this stream of consciousness monologue is a castaway woman Abandoned by her lover completely destitute and in a permanent state of intoxication she slowly drinks herself away to utter obliteration Present past and uncalled memories knit a downward spiral into the recondite corners of Sasha’s subconscious that waxes and wanes into events happening in real time A succession of casual encounters with assorted males combined with all kind of cocktails leads the reader into the depths of the resigned misery that subjugates the narrator Rhys’ tone gradually acuires the darkness that lies in wait ready to ambush pushing Sasha and the reader closer to the edge of the precipice that threatens to engulf everything all thought all hope but also the unfathomable sadness that corrodes from withinRhys’ intimate meditations on the “improbable truths” and hypocrisies of life bring about sharp observations on the dynamics among classes and the correlation between physical spaces and social decline towards the complete annulation of the self Paris the city of light goes out modestly giving way to shabby hotel rooms and superficial descriptions of dead empty streets where soulless people roam without directionSasha’s final success relays in her bold unafraid glance into the crudeness of her reality and in the pluck she gathers from scratch to defy life which is about to defeat her In the silent hollowness of her impersonal room she promises herself that she’ll never allow anybody to look down on her Relief might never come but she’ll fight her own demons holding her head up high And only for that reason she has my total respect

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E has escaped personal tragedy and has come to France to find courage and seek independence She tells herself to. 45 rating I’m not home now I’ll write a review tomorrow Great buddy read with VioletUPDATEThis is my 3rd book within a couple of months by Jean Rhys so one can assume correct that I think Rhys was a phenomenal writer This is the bleakest of the 3 novelsbut it’s possibly my favoritemuch to reflect onmany pages ‘to pause’ set the book down to examine the story itself and our own lives Since I’m having discussions with Violet through buddy reading I don’t feel compelled to make this a lengthy review But Violet got me going on BAD HAIR DAYS I couldn’t NOT see the ‘word’ hair again with any neutrality no matter what context after Violet planted the ‘hair seed’Two things stood out for me rather uickly besides hair feelings of unworthiness despair loneliness pain authentic truth and multitude of blows I KNOW isn’t that enoughWAS1 The ongoing usage of the way Rhys repeated words back back back Sick sick sick Chewing chewing chewing Chlorophyll chlorophyll chlorophyll Yes yes yesEtc Rhys’ triple words throughout only intensified the emotions 2 CRYINGlots of crying in public and or alone The type of crying where one tries hard to suppress but those tears come anyway“I am talking away uite calmly and sedately when there it is again — tears in my eyes tears rolling down my face Saved rescued but not uite so good as new”“I’m so sorry I’m such a fool” “I don’t know what’s the matter with me” “Oh Madame oh MadameDelmar says why do you cry”“I’m such a fool Please don’t take any notice of me Just don’t take any notice and I’ll be all right”“But cry le peintre says Cry if you want to Why shouldn’t you cry You’re with friends” “If I could have a drink”Sasha often wanted to cry She said“That is the only advantage women have over men at least they can cry”There was another section in this book that I did a lot of thinking about Sasha was only 25 years old single she saw herself too thin dirty and haggard Her clothes were shabby her shoes were worn out she had circles under her eyes and her hair was straight and lanky She was so incredibly critical of herself Sasha DID experience suffering from loss and tragedyHer life wasn’t the life she bargained forBut SASHA WAS ONLY IN HER 20’s I put my book down to think about how life was for me when in my 20’s They ‘were’ some of my hardest yearsI ran away for a couple of years Paris and London too’running’ is the wordThere were days I ate large amounts of sugar instead of real food the way Sasha drank So I wanted to have a chat with Sashaand all young people hurting loss without much than a dime to their nameComfort themand tell themTHAT LIFE COULD GET BETTERI know people who killed themselves in their 20’s even younger heartbreakingI just wanted to tell Sasha to not give into the eternity of the downhill grade Of coarse I felt bad for Sasha laughed a few times at funny storiesbut I loved this woman The way she was and the way she wasn’tThanks Violet for being my reading buddy

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Good Morning MidnightIn 1930s Paris where one cheap hotel room is very like another a young woman is teaching herself indifference Sh. A clear eyed chronicle of desperation etched in diamond hard prose It amazes me how any book so filled with despair could be so completely free of self pity and how any book consisting entirely of an inward monologue could contain such vivid realistic details and make Paris in the '30's come alive