She was born at Gia-Dinh, near Saigon, French Indochina now Vietnamafter her parents responded to a campaign by the French government encouraging people to work in the colony. Marguerite's father fell ill soon after their arrival, and returned to France, where he died. After his death, her mother, a teacher, remained in Indochina with her three children. The difficult life that the family experienced during this period was highly influential on Marguerite's later work.
I heard her voice as if it were inside my head, Very early in my life it was too late. It was already too late when I was eighteen. How did you get there, my friend? Or should I call you my sister, since from the beginning I discovered we shared anguishes and most certainly a great multitude of passions and dreams?
We both were introduced to this world by tortured mothers, who experienced this deep despondency about living. Sometimes it lasted, sometimes it would vanish with the dark. That image of our mothers certainly stayed with both of us for life, my friend.
But what can we do, but go on living? I glance outside, and the wind is speeding like my heart is beating, faster and faster, bum, bum, bum, as I get to know you.
But suddenly my mind gets back inside. Yes, I was also there when you met the nameless man while crossing the river going back to Saigon with a storm blowing inside the water. I have to agree with you, The crucial ambiguity of the image lies in the hat.
He was elegant, not a white man but wearing European clothes. Again I remember myself, walking hand in hand with a year-old man when I was just sixteen. But while I had two fine sisters, you had two wild brothers that would never do anything. Going back to your nameless young man, as you told me he got out of the limousine and is smoking an English cigarette.
He slowly comes over to you. I was still a boy, at And you simply got into his car. A barely discernible distress suddenly seized you, weariness, the light over the river dims, but only slightly.
Further memories of those times we shared during one of our meetings, comes running back to me. It is as if I was there with you, peeping into your afternoons.
He says he loves you madly, says it very softly. He looked at you in horror, asked, Is that what you want? You said it is. Then you let him say it. You were a cool one, weren't you? It's dark inside, for nothing could be harder than remembering those times.
We who are now almost old ladies, at least well into our mature years.
On top of my supposed wisdom, I wonder what is it so mysterious about being a woman. As a matter of fact, I often asked myself that before meeting my first lover at sixteen.
Yes, I was some months older than you. Not that it would have made any difference if I could envision what and where that would lead me to.
As you said some women just wait, they dress just for the sake of dressing. They look at themselves, dream of romance. Some of them go mad.
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A revelation and a confrontation in equal measure, it was as if I had burst. Marguerite Duras was probably the 20th century’s greatest writer on the subject of desire, in part because she never wrote about desire alone. In her most famous works, the theme of romantic.
Marguerite Donnadieu, better known as Marguerite Duras (pronounced [maʀgəʁit dyˈʁas] in French) (April 4, – March 3, ) was a French writer and film director.
She was born at Gia-Dinh, near Saigon, French Indochina (now Vietnam), after her parents responded to a campaign by the French government encouraging people to work in the colony.