An international best-seller with more than one million copies in print and a winner of France's Prix Goncourt, The Lover has been acclaimed by critics all over the world since its first publication in 1984.
Set in the prewar Indochina of Marguerite Duras's childhood, this is the haunting tale of a tumultuous affair between an adolescent French girl and her Chinese lover. In spare yet luminous prose, Duras evokes life on the margins of Saigon in the waning days of France's colonial empire, and its representation in the passionate relationship between two unforgettable outcasts.
Long unavailable in hardcover, this edition of The Lover includes a new introduction by Maxine Hong Kingston that looks back at Duras's world from an intriguing new perspective--that of a visitor to Vietnam today.
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This can be love
I'am a Chinese who born in the Deep South of China mainland and just came to a white-majored society in August. I'm a 16-year-old girl who read this book in my second language, English, and I surprisingly found myself totally understand this white girl, who is in love with a Chinese young man. For me, Chinese men are not exotic or foreign, they are not that attractive in a elusive way, I mean I can fall in love with a Chinese boy without the blindness of...it's sort of like the worship of Chinese characters derives from the admiration of the unknown. As Duras said in her book, she finds Chinese "incredibly foreign." It can be love because when you say you like someone, you are driven by your reason, or at least your reasonable passion; but when it comes to love, everything can be in either incredibly order of beauty or crazy chaos. Perhaps Duras is just a lotus-eater of that kind of slumming lovemaking, or else she has already been poisoned by the early memory on that side of the Mekong River, as if time has stopped since that afternoon when she crossed the river.
i love this novel
My heart literally breaks when i read this. I first saw it as a movie then i couldnt stop thinking about the lovers. Marguerite could have once told the chinese man that she loves her too. She conceals her feelings for him. :(
This story written like poetry brings the sensation of the book to life.