“Now that the affair is behind me, I can recollect it more serenely.” This sentence opens up an early long story by Clarice Lispector, where a woman involves in an intense affair finds out what happens when things simply change one day. This story, from around 1950, feels like an early exploration of the end of passion, and not have the kind of judgment or consequential factors in it. This isn’t “Daisy Miller” or an Edith Wharton story, and it’s not there to exact punishment. […]
Clarice Lispector
The Collected Stories of Clarice Lispector by Clarice Lispector