The Dry Heart

Natalia Ginzburg

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The Dry Heart begins and ends with the matter-of-fact pronouncement: "I shot him between the eyes." As the tale--a plunge into the chilly waters of loneliness, desperation, and bitterness--proceeds, the narrator's murder of her flighty husband takes on a certain logical inevitability. Stripped of any preciousness or sentimentality, Natalia Ginzburg's writing here is white-hot, tempered by rage. She transforms the unhappy tale of an ordinary dull marriage into a rich psychological thriller that seems to beg the question: why don't more wives kill their husbands?

Book Details

Publisher: New Directions Publishing Corporation
Publish Date: Jun 25th, 2019
Pages: 96
Language: English
Edition: undefined - undefined
Dimensions: 7.80in - 5.10in - 0.30in - 0.30lb
EAN: 9780811228787
Categories: • Family Life - Marriage & Divorce• Literary• Women

About the Author

Ginzburg, Natalia: - Natalia Ginzburg (1916-1991), "who authored twelve books and two plays; who, because of anti-Semitic laws, sometimes couldn't publish under her own name; who raised five children and lost her husband to Fascist torture; who was elected to the Italian parliament as an independent in her late sixties--this woman does not take her present conditions as a given. She asks us to fight back against them, to be brave and resolute. She instructs us to ask for better, for ourselves and for our children" (Belle Boggs, The New Yorker).

Frenaye, Frances: - Frances Frenaye (1908-1996) was an American translator of French and Italian literary works. She worked at the Italian Cultural Institute from 1963 to 1980 and was responsible for editing its newsletter. She won the Denyse Clairouin Memorial Award (1951) for her translation from French to English of Georges Blond's The Plunderers and J.H.R. Lenormand's Renee. She also wrote for an Italian newspaper, Il Mondo, for some time. Frenaye graduated from Bryn Mawr College and spent 50 years living in Manhattan before dying in Miami Beach.

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I'm utterly entranced by Ginzburg's style--her mysterious directness, her salutary ability to lay things bare that never feels contrived or cold, only necessary, honest, clear.--Maggie Nelson

Originally published in 1947, The Dry Heart is by far Ginzberg's strangest work of fiction, a taught psychological thriller laced with horror about a woman who -- very matter-of-factly in the first few sentences -- murders her husband. "I shot him between the eyes," the nameless narrator says, then goes out for coffee. Short enough to read in one sitting, it's a feminist classic that exposes the dark side of marriage in clean, captivating prose.-- "Chicago Tribune" (5/24/2019 12:00:00 AM)

Marriage, which had seemed an enchanting escape from her tedious, impoverished isolation--the "worn gloves and very little spending money," the "dingy boarding-house," the chilly schoolroom in which she taught Ovid--is in every way disappointing. (It probably doesn't help that the husband's mistress has told her she looks "like too much of a simple country girl" to murder anyone.) The prose is plain, direct but restrained, and much goes unsaid. Domestic life, its frustrations and miseries, occupies the foreground, the outside world barely discernible at the edges.--Lidija Haas "Harper's" (5/15/2019 12:00:00 AM)

Unvarnished: Ginzburg, it's clear, is a master of the deceptively simple plot. To say that she's understated is itself a serious understatement. This slim, swift book was first published in Italy in 1947, but it feels chillingly modern. Haunting, spare, and utterly gorgeous, Ginzburg's novel is a classic.-- "Kirkus (starred)" (4/28/2019 12:00:00 AM)

Ginzburg modernizes the form...Between generational differences, genealogical secrets, former and secret lovers, and the desires and limitations related to real and aspirational social milieux, Ginzburg seems to suggest that in the sphere of the family there is always more to tell, and differently.-- "Los Angeles Review of Books"

A flawlessly negotiated descent into the deep and dangerous chasm separating love's fantasies from life's realities.-- "Los Angeles Times"

What impels her forward is the voice: free, pellucid, almost always first-person, interested not in the long view but in the here and now.-- "The New Republic" (8/6/2019 12:00:00 AM)

Her observations are swift and exact, usually irradiated by an unruly and often satirical humor. The instrument with which she writes is fine, wonderfully flexible and keen, and the quality of her attention is singular. The voice is pure and unmannered, both entrancing and alarming, elegantly streamlined by the authority of a powerful intelligence.--Deborah Eisenberg "The New York Review of Books" (7/19/2019 12:00:00 AM)

This book is a Roman candle -- quick and explosive.-- "The New York Times" (7/19/2019 12:00:00 AM)

Where does style come from? Is it knowingly constructed or unconsciously secreted? Invented or inherited? These questions dog me whenever I read Ginzburg, whose thumbprint is so unmistakable, so inscribed by her time, yet whose work stands so solidly that it requires no background information to appreciate.-- "The New York Times" (7/19/2019 12:00:00 AM)

Ginzburg never raises her voice, never strains for effect, never judges her creations. Though blessed with the rhythms and tensile strength of verse, her language is economical and spare, subordinate to the demands of the story. Like Chekhov, she knows how to stand back and let her characters expose their own lives, their frailties and strengths, their illusions and private griefs. The result is nearly translucent writing--writing so clear, so direct, so seemingly simple that it gives the reader the magical sense of apprehending the world for the first time.--Michiko Kakutani "The New York Times"

It's good to have The Dry Heart back.--Joan Acocella "The New Yorker" (7/22/2019 12:00:00 AM)