Clarice Lispector: The Apple in the Dark

“It was as if love were the desperate clumsy shape that living and dying take…”

“If it hurts, that’s the way in which things are alive.”

“But what kind of silence did she want to share with him?”

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The Penguin Classics covers got it right. Surrealist Giorgio de Chirico’s art answers the dreamlike quality of Clarice Lispector’s writing. Not in the sense that reality is bent, but in the sense that the unconscious corridors and objects of the soul, heart, and mind are suspended, isolated, turned over, and perused in poetic abstractions that only she can get away with. 

New Directions Publishing chose to be literal. With an apple. In the dark. And it’s an effective counterpoint to the metaphysical prose that the contemporary reader is more than willing to bite into. “After all a person is measured by his hunger… All I’ve got is hunger. And that unstable way of grasping an apple in the dark — without letting it fall.” But what is this hunger? And what is this apple? 

The book is about Martim, a fugitive who finds his way to an outlying ranch run by two women. There is a storyline. There is suspense and there are surprise twists. Lispector readers know that these are things she does not always give us because she deems them secondary to the subliminal probing of how we love, how we desire, how we live, and how we exist. Clarice for whom writing and being are one and the same thing. But she is especially generous here. This longest novel of hers is not fixed and final. It’s a sentient thing wherein her words and the reader gestate. It is a book only a Clarice Lispector can write.

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It’s one of my favorite reading months and I’m thrilled to have kicked it off with Hurricane Clarice. Happy Women’s Month to the women who hunger for life and endless learning!