Joy101 reviewed Gente Normal / Normal People by Sally Rooney
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304 pages
Spanish language
Published April 16, 2019
Rubbish. A quarter of it is love scenes. Very steamy like fifty shades of grey
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As an author, Sally Rooney (in Normal People), is very much not a typical Author. She doesn't use language to dazzle and flaunt, there are no long-winded poetic descriptions here. She uses language to explain something, arranging sentences in a series reminiscent of how a mathematical proof is constructed.
Maybe more accurate to call her an anthropologist: observing humans, their interactions. For the viewer, she is describing the motivations, the contexts, the individuals thoughts and feelings. And how what follows is nothing but the most natural course of events, given the full context.
She has an ability to and dissect, very subtle emotions and interactions.
He seemed to think Marianne had access to a range of different identities, between which she slipped effortlessly. This suprised her, because she usually felt confined inside on single personality, which was always the same regardless of what she did or said. …
As an author, Sally Rooney (in Normal People), is very much not a typical Author. She doesn't use language to dazzle and flaunt, there are no long-winded poetic descriptions here. She uses language to explain something, arranging sentences in a series reminiscent of how a mathematical proof is constructed.
Maybe more accurate to call her an anthropologist: observing humans, their interactions. For the viewer, she is describing the motivations, the contexts, the individuals thoughts and feelings. And how what follows is nothing but the most natural course of events, given the full context.
She has an ability to and dissect, very subtle emotions and interactions.
He seemed to think Marianne had access to a range of different identities, between which she slipped effortlessly. This suprised her, because she usually felt confined inside on single personality, which was always the same regardless of what she did or said. She had tried to be different in the past, as a kind of experiment, but it had never worked. If she was different with Connell, the difference was not happening inside herself, in her pesonhood, but in between them, in the dynamic.
Or how shifts in context affects feeling of self, after Connell moves from his hometown
Back home, Connel's shyness never seemed like much of an obstacle to his social life, because everyone knew who he was already, and there was never any need to introduce himself or create impressions about his personality. If anything, his personality seemed like something extenal to himself, managed by the opinions of others, rather than anything he individually did or produced. Now he has a sense of invisibility, nothingness, with no reputation to recommend him to anyone. Though his physical appearance has not changed, he feels objectively worse-looking than he used to be.
Solid Rooney
Fucking hell... I was going to give this three stars but the third to last sentence of the novel was such a damn farce. Is that supposed to be ironical? I really do hope so.
I liked the beginning but soon the story got really repetitive. And whenever something happened there was another jump in time and the parts which could've brought some true depth were skipped. Why was this book so superficial when it had the potential to be an impactfull masterpiece?
The writing was beautiful, though. And Lorraine is the best mom character ever (:
Fucking hell... I was going to give this three stars but the third to last sentence of the novel was such a damn farce. Is that supposed to be ironical? I really do hope so.
I liked the beginning but soon the story got really repetitive. And whenever something happened there was another jump in time and the parts which could've brought some true depth were skipped. Why was this book so superficial when it had the potential to be an impactfull masterpiece?
The writing was beautiful, though. And Lorraine is the best mom character ever (:
A compulsive and brutally nihalistic romance novel. This is my first Sally Rooney and not at all what I expected, but it's very easy to see why she has become so highly regarded. She writes her characters with such tenderness and empathy, in spite of their confounding decisions and cycles of self alienation. At the same time they possess an acute, almost meticulous physical awareness that nevertheless only makes their pain more acute.
This book is predominantly about an inability to connect to others, of superficial interactions insufficiently standing in for a deeper connection the two protagonists crave. The conclusions they arrive at are frustrating, but so deeply articulated that they make a sort of sense. Nobody is capable of unpacking their adolescent (and ongoing) trauma because it requires a vulnerability that frankly terrifies them. So they dissociate, attempt to mirror each other, cling to the closest approximation of happiness …
"He can’t help Marianne, no matter what he does. There’s something frightening about her, some huge emptiness in the pit of her being. It’s like waiting for a lift to arrive and when the doors open nothing is there, just the terrible dark emptiness of the elevator shaft, on and on forever. She’s missing some primal instinct, self-defense or self-preservation, which makes other human beings comprehensible. You lean in expecting resistance, and everything just falls away in front of you."
I'd obviously heard a lot of buzz about this book over the years, and among my friends, mostly mixed things. Which made me more intrigued to pick it up, as I'd heard it was a pretty intense character study of two people and how their relationship manifests from childhood into young adulthood, constantly orbit each other in irregular (and sometimes toxic) ways. I ended up really loving this. The depth …
"He can’t help Marianne, no matter what he does. There’s something frightening about her, some huge emptiness in the pit of her being. It’s like waiting for a lift to arrive and when the doors open nothing is there, just the terrible dark emptiness of the elevator shaft, on and on forever. She’s missing some primal instinct, self-defense or self-preservation, which makes other human beings comprehensible. You lean in expecting resistance, and everything just falls away in front of you."
I'd obviously heard a lot of buzz about this book over the years, and among my friends, mostly mixed things. Which made me more intrigued to pick it up, as I'd heard it was a pretty intense character study of two people and how their relationship manifests from childhood into young adulthood, constantly orbit each other in irregular (and sometimes toxic) ways. I ended up really loving this. The depth that Sally Rooney was able to develop Connell and Marianne was incredible. I loved the unique ways that they were both deeply flawed and broken, and instead of leaning on each other as a fix, they lean on each other as a source of unconditional love.
The pacing was slow at times, and I would buy the argument that some of the beats were repetitive (do we really need to head ANOTHER long winded story about how Marianne drunkenly fights with her current toxic boyfriend of the month?), but I didn't mind this detail. Rooney writes quite accessibly and don't let the other reviews dupe you into thinking the lack of quotes was off-putting. I got confused about it maybe twice in the whole book because the formatting makes the dialogue clear.
It might be silly to say about a book with such high praise, but I'd be hesitant to recommend this widely. For those who love plot, this isn't the book for you. While it wasn't aimless, it was absolutely hyper focused on character and relationship development. For people who adore lovable characters, I also wouldn't recommend this. The characters often act in brash, disagreeable ways, driven by emotion or with the intention to hurt. For me, that's great characterization, but I know it's not for everyone. There's a bit of light social commentary in here as well, Rooney dances around issues of injustice, wealth, and privilege, but don't expect any of this to be fully realized. She hits a bit harder on the topic of class disparity which I appreciated. But if you love learning about Ireland, this has some really cool detail on regional and cultural differences within the country!
Anyway, this was good. I'll probably have to take a beat to recover before I pick up anything else by the author, but I'd certainly continue to read her works.
Shallow crud for the brainless masses. Terrible writing, uninteresting characters, zero plot, no point. Just more demonstration of how far literature has fallen.
They should have called it 'Subnormal People'.
Shallow crud for the brainless masses. Terrible writing, uninteresting characters, zero plot, no point. Just more demonstration of how far literature has fallen.
They should have called it 'Subnormal People'.
I often felt like this was a lady in college recollecting what her high school sex life was like. Isn't everyone's sex life in their teens/early 20s depressing? Just me? and Sally Rooney? Anyway it was okay but I wouldn't read it again and I probably wouldn't recommend it to anyone.
I often felt like this was a lady in college recollecting what her high school sex life was like. Isn't everyone's sex life in their teens/early 20s depressing? Just me? and Sally Rooney? Anyway it was okay but I wouldn't read it again and I probably wouldn't recommend it to anyone.
Sin duda no era un libro para mí. No sé cómo llamó mi atención y me llevó a leerlo, pero no me ha gustado nada, ni el estilo de escritura, que no aporta nada por quitar guiones sino que dificulta la lectura y la llena de incisos, sin ningún porqué. Personajes planos, incompetentes emocionalmente, que no atraen en nada, con los que me ha resultado imposible empatizar, que intercalan reflexiones semiprofundas que no encajan para nada con ellos. Una trama inverosímil que no aporta nada.
Lo más profundo que he sacado es esto que resume mis sensaciones con la novela: "Nada de lo que Connell había hecho en ellas parecía haber dejado huella en él. Todo aquel viaje transcurría como una serie de cortometrajes, proyectados una única vez, y al terminar tenía la sensación de saber de lo que iban, pero ningún recuerdo preciso del argumento. Recuerda ver cosas …
Sin duda no era un libro para mí. No sé cómo llamó mi atención y me llevó a leerlo, pero no me ha gustado nada, ni el estilo de escritura, que no aporta nada por quitar guiones sino que dificulta la lectura y la llena de incisos, sin ningún porqué. Personajes planos, incompetentes emocionalmente, que no atraen en nada, con los que me ha resultado imposible empatizar, que intercalan reflexiones semiprofundas que no encajan para nada con ellos. Una trama inverosímil que no aporta nada.
Lo más profundo que he sacado es esto que resume mis sensaciones con la novela: "Nada de lo que Connell había hecho en ellas parecía haber dejado huella en él. Todo aquel viaje transcurría como una serie de cortometrajes, proyectados una única vez, y al terminar tenía la sensación de saber de lo que iban, pero ningún recuerdo preciso del argumento. Recuerda ver cosas por las ventanillas de los taxis."
Pues igual, espero olvidar pronto esta lectura.
Sin duda no era un libro para mí. No sé cómo llamó mi atención y me llevó a leerlo, pero no me ha gustado nada, ni el estilo de escritura, que no aporta nada por quitar guiones sino que dificulta la lectura y la llena de incisos, sin ningún porqué. Personajes planos, incompetentes emocionalmente, que no atraen en nada, con los que me ha resultado imposible empatizar, que intercalan reflexiones semiprofundas que no encajan para nada con ellos. Una trama inverosímil que no aporta nada.
Lo más profundo que he sacado es esto que resume mis sensaciones con la novela: "Nada de lo que Connell había hecho en ellas parecía haber dejado huella en él. Todo aquel viaje transcurría como una serie de cortometrajes, proyectados una única vez, y al terminar tenía la sensación de saber de lo que iban, pero ningún recuerdo preciso del argumento. Recuerda ver cosas por …
Sin duda no era un libro para mí. No sé cómo llamó mi atención y me llevó a leerlo, pero no me ha gustado nada, ni el estilo de escritura, que no aporta nada por quitar guiones sino que dificulta la lectura y la llena de incisos, sin ningún porqué. Personajes planos, incompetentes emocionalmente, que no atraen en nada, con los que me ha resultado imposible empatizar, que intercalan reflexiones semiprofundas que no encajan para nada con ellos. Una trama inverosímil que no aporta nada.
Lo más profundo que he sacado es esto que resume mis sensaciones con la novela: "Nada de lo que Connell había hecho en ellas parecía haber dejado huella en él. Todo aquel viaje transcurría como una serie de cortometrajes, proyectados una única vez, y al terminar tenía la sensación de saber de lo que iban, pero ningún recuerdo preciso del argumento. Recuerda ver cosas por las ventanillas de los taxis."
Pues igual, espero olvidar pronto esta lectura.
I really loved listening to this on audible. I loved how the author talks about psychological state of young adult mind. I was able to relate to it so much even when I don't live in Ireland. It feels how people from different countries goes through similar emotional and cognitive experiences irrespective of place.
I really loved listening to this on audible. I loved how the author talks about psychological state of young adult mind. I was able to relate to it so much even when I don't live in Ireland. It feels how people from different countries goes through similar emotional and cognitive experiences irrespective of place.
3.5
Quite enjoy the writing style but the story felt quite similar to the first book.
OOF. I don't recall reading any other book that portrays a relationship as painfully bare and true as this one. Marianne and Conell fall into a twisted dance that involves assumptions and interpretations of themselves, of each other; a dance that goes on for years, shifts and evolves with their own personal struggles, mutates accordingly.
It is fascinating in a horrible way, like witnessing a car crash in slow motion, to see these two seemingly normal people (ooooh see what I did there) get into certain destructive patterns unknowingly yet loving each other. Thx Sally Rooney for giving the world this perspective on relationships, which indeed ends up being a common occurrence, and shakes us awake from our romantic notion of love - love is good, love is pure, love is sugar, spice and everything nice (Corinthians 13).
Love, and acting upon love in the form of a relationship, can …
OOF. I don't recall reading any other book that portrays a relationship as painfully bare and true as this one. Marianne and Conell fall into a twisted dance that involves assumptions and interpretations of themselves, of each other; a dance that goes on for years, shifts and evolves with their own personal struggles, mutates accordingly.
It is fascinating in a horrible way, like witnessing a car crash in slow motion, to see these two seemingly normal people (ooooh see what I did there) get into certain destructive patterns unknowingly yet loving each other. Thx Sally Rooney for giving the world this perspective on relationships, which indeed ends up being a common occurrence, and shakes us awake from our romantic notion of love - love is good, love is pure, love is sugar, spice and everything nice (Corinthians 13).
Love, and acting upon love in the form of a relationship, can be ugly and problematic and we gotta be careful, I suppose. Let's face it, being so intensely close to another human being is a gargantuan task, yet all our lives we are made to believe that it is such a normal occurrence, to be in a normal relationship, involving normal people.
文笔风格是我能接受的。即使剧情狗血,但是我依旧顺畅地看完了整本书,甚至还有一丝迫不及待想要了解之后剧情走向的期待。
三星原因是因为当下的我无法接受男女主角的三观吧。即便三观不符,不可否认,有些地方还是能比较令人思考的。看书评得知已经被翻拍成电视剧,即使男女主角颜值再高也不会主动去看这部剧的,除非真的闲的无聊。。。
There is probably plenty of valid criticism to generate about Rooney, but at the end of the day she crafts novels that are incredibly fun to read- even if the characters are annoyingly unable to communicate with one another.
Liked this as much as Conversations with Friends, although its a bit simpler, but like that book it deals with class, sexuality, and shyness with well-drawn characters and sharp attention to gestures.