The Passion According to G.H.

i am g.h. and g.h. is me (ignore the fact that she ate a cockroach's dead body)

The Passion According to G.H. is the internal monologue of a woman undergoing a paradigm shift. Lispector's prose is nebulous and challenging due to the constraints of language to outwardly communicate inner experiences while also feeling intuitive and validating for anyone who's tried.

Inherent are themes of identity such as authenticity and the vulnerability that accompanies it:

“If I talk to you will I frighten you and lose you? But if I don't, I'll lose myself and in losing myself, lose you anyhow.”

The unfamiliarity of ourselves:

“Why don't I have the courage to find just a way in? Oh, I know that I have gone in. But I've been afraid because I don't know where that way in leads. And I've never before let myself go without knowing where.”

Of having more questions than answers but asking anyway then realizing the answers lie within and always have:

“What was happening to me? I shall never be able to understand it, but there must be someone who can. And I shall have to create that someone who can inside myself.”

And the resulting surprise of being more than you thought you were.

Truly one for the mistresses, mad-women, and poets.