A somewhat boring description of the life of a person who seems to be ashamed of both her past, present and future. The
ambition is actually great, but it doesn’t reach up.
The narrators poor French is annoying.
This is a wonderful memoir, I think best enjoyed by a mature woman.
It's easy to see why Ernaux won the Nobel Prize. The book is an intellectual tour de force ... Roland Barthes and Pierre Bourdieu combined with a novelist of intense subjectivity; so one gets an historical sociological and political survey of modern France (and the post WWII era in "the west") ong with an intimate - and feminist, in the best possible way - near autobiography of a very, very perceptive woman.
I was born in 1942, so this felt like a review of my life, except in French.