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Orlanda
One afternoon in a Paris train station, as 35-year-old literature professor Aline Berger struggles to re-read Virginia Woolf's Orlando, a novel she has never enjoyed, an odd feeling comes over her when a handsome but strange young man asks her for aspirin. Haunted by the harsh words of her domineering mother, who demanded that she suppress her tomboyish tendencies during her childhood, Aline has become a demure, passive, conventional woman. She fails to recognize the man standing before her, who the author names Orlanda. The body belongs to that of Lucien Lèfrene, a lithe 20-year-old rock journalist, but it is inhabited by her once silenced spirit, and possesses her knowledge, memories, and desires, including her love of men.
When the two meet again in Belgium, Aline subconsciously sheds her prim tendencies for more assertive behavior, as she begins to understand that the audacious and lively Orlanda was born from her psyche. The more time the two spend together, the less time they can stand to be apart.
Winner of the Prix Meacutedicis, this lyrical novel, which recalls the erudition and imagination of Michael Cunningham's The Hours, and Patricia Duncker's Hallucinating Foucault, is a stunning evocation of a woman who is forced to confront every part of her soul, and embrace herself whole.
When the two meet again in Belgium, Aline subconsciously sheds her prim tendencies for more assertive behavior, as she begins to understand that the audacious and lively Orlanda was born from her psyche. The more time the two spend together, the less time they can stand to be apart.
Winner of the Prix Meacutedicis, this lyrical novel, which recalls the erudition and imagination of Michael Cunningham's The Hours, and Patricia Duncker's Hallucinating Foucault, is a stunning evocation of a woman who is forced to confront every part of her soul, and embrace herself whole.
224 pages, Hardcover
First published January 1, 1996
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Jacqueline Harpman
36 books1,538 followersJacqueline Harpman was born in Etterbeek, Belgium, in 1929. Being half Jewish, the family moved to Casablanca when the Nazis invaded, and returned home after the war. After studying French literature she started training to be a doctor, but could not complete her medical studies when she contracted tuberculosis. She turned to writing in 1954 and her first work was published in 1958. In 1980 she qualified as a psychoanalyst. She had given up writing after her fourth book was published, and resumed her career as a novelist only some twenty years later. She wrote twelve novels and won several literary prizes, most recently the Médicis for the present novel. She was married to an architect and had two children.
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September 19, 2025This unique book took me right back to the time when, as a carefree child, I ran across fields and jumped over streams with my brother, and climbed trees and hung from their branches, never doubting I could do anything he was able to do. We were complete equals in bravery and utter recklessness—within the admittedly safe environment we were lucky to grow up in.
Thirty-five year-old Aline, the main character of Jacqueline Harpman's ingenious novel, Orlanda, remembers a similar time in her life, a carefree time when she walked with large strides and spoke her mind freely. But she remembers too that at a certain point her mother began to urge decorum, that she not burst into the room like a tornado, that she not disagree with adults, that instead she should learn to be what people expected from a person of the feminine sex.
None of this impinged on Aline's behavior until one day her mother said something that stopped her in her gallop: "Comme tu es masculine!" (how masculine you are!). The words stung like nothing had before—and it's interesting that when I checked a sample of the English translation of this novel, the mother's words were given, not as I've literally translated them, but as: "what a tomboy you are", which I think reads as a much milder reproof.
In any case, Aline was affected by her mother's stinging words, and since she also got her first period with its attendant discomforts and limitations around then, she began to realise that she couldn't stride everywhere fearlessly anymore, that she had to take smaller steps, to be more aware of her body and how it was presented, all of which brought a new self-consciousness to how she expressed herself verbally as well.
So she became a quieter person, one who brushed her unruly hair more regularly and paid more attention to her chipped finger nails. She turned away from the keen interest she used to take in maths at school and concentrated on literature instead. She had begun to absorb the lesson her mother had been trying to instill for years: that she must learn to be decorative and to please others more than herself.
So far, so familiar to many woman born in the 20th century. But that's just the beginning of Jacqueline Harpman's project for this novel which she wrote in 1996.
When the reader meets Aline on the first page of the book, she is in a café at the Gare du Nord in Paris, waiting for the train that will take her back to her home in Brussels. While she waits, she is re-reading Virginia Woolf's androgynous novel Orlando which she plans to present to the students she lectures the following week. She has reached the part in Orlando where the main character switches from being a carefree male to being a careful female, and it is while contemplating that switch that Aline finds herself revisiting, for the first time in years, the transformation her twelve-year-old self experienced at puberty.
But to be completely accurate, it is not Aline's thirty-five year-old self who revisits her pre-pubertal state. No, it is the recalcitrant twelve year-old, the one who has been locked away inside Aline for the past two decades. The twelve year-old suddenly wakes up as Aline is thinking about Orlando's transformation, and she objectively examines the quiet and unassuming adult person she has become, concluding that this can't be all there is to life. It's as if Aline's 'id', kept down for too long by her strict 'superego', finds that it needs to break away and live independently of both the ego and superego.
This is a good time to mention Jacqueline Harpmann's narrator.
The narrator, and I don't think we ever know whether they are male or female, is seemingly the writer of Aline's story, but they are the kind of writer who is continually surprised at what their characters get up to, as if it were the characters who were really dictating how the story plays out. And by 'characters', I'm mainly referring to thirty-five-year old Aline and her twelve year-old self, to whom the narrator/writer gives the name Orlanda for convenience since Orlanda has managed, in spite of the narrator not knowing how it could be possible, to escape from Aline's body!
Yes, in the early pages of the novel, that unbelievable happening happens!
Once free of Aline's body, Orlanda decides to migrate into the body of a twenty year-old man—his ID card reveals his name to be Lucien—who has been sitting across from Aline in the restaurant at the Gare du Nord where they are both waiting for the train to Brussels. Lucien has been half-heartedly eating an 'œuf à la russe', and I mention it because it is one of the delicious details in this book that feed into the main theme perfectly: an 'œuf à la russe' is a hard boiled egg which has had the yolk removed and replaced with caviar. *
The more we learn about the young man whom Orlanda has taken over, the more shell-like his former existence appears—which makes the ease with which Orlanda moves into his body more credible. And as it turns out, Orlanda is the best 'caviar' ever! They like the good things in life, sex included, and before too many pages have passed, they have their first sexual encounter.
The rest of this book is as entertaining a romp as Virginia Woolf's original Orlando. The reader gets to follow along as Orlanda stretches their wings in all sorts of new ways. The tension is ramped up via the biological bond between Orlanda and Aline: what effect has loosing a part of herself on Aline's existence? Can Orlanda successfully survive separately from Aline? What is happening to Lucien's former life now that Orlanda has camped in his body? Why is there a gun in the story? I turned over the pages faster and faster.
When I finished the book, I wondered why I hadn't read Jacqueline Harpman before. I'll definitely be reading her other books as soon as I can find them. I'll start with Moi qui n'ai pas connu les hommes, a book I'd seen around in its English translation, I Who Have Never Known Men, but had not paid much attention to it, thinking it sounded too like science-fiction. And indeed, you might be thinking the same of Orlanda.
But I didn't detect the slightest whiff of science-fiction in Orlanda—unless you count the fact that Aline had a science-fiction book in her bag on that trip from Paris to Brussels: Darkover Landfall by Marion Zimmer Bradley (about which I know nothing except that it might have had some telepathy in it). So Darkover Landfall caused me to ask myself this question: if there's a science-fiction book mentioned in a story, is it as significant as a gun?
I haven't figured out the answer yet—but there's one little detail related to Darkover Landfall that I think is particularly interesting: the book was recommended to Aline by a minor character called Jacqueline who happens to be a psychoanalyst.
Jacqueline Harpman also happens to be a psychoanalyst.
*When I looked at the opening pages again, I saw that it wasn't Lucien who was eating an œuf à la russe, though I still think it's a significant detail.
Thirty-five year-old Aline, the main character of Jacqueline Harpman's ingenious novel, Orlanda, remembers a similar time in her life, a carefree time when she walked with large strides and spoke her mind freely. But she remembers too that at a certain point her mother began to urge decorum, that she not burst into the room like a tornado, that she not disagree with adults, that instead she should learn to be what people expected from a person of the feminine sex.
None of this impinged on Aline's behavior until one day her mother said something that stopped her in her gallop: "Comme tu es masculine!" (how masculine you are!). The words stung like nothing had before—and it's interesting that when I checked a sample of the English translation of this novel, the mother's words were given, not as I've literally translated them, but as: "what a tomboy you are", which I think reads as a much milder reproof.
In any case, Aline was affected by her mother's stinging words, and since she also got her first period with its attendant discomforts and limitations around then, she began to realise that she couldn't stride everywhere fearlessly anymore, that she had to take smaller steps, to be more aware of her body and how it was presented, all of which brought a new self-consciousness to how she expressed herself verbally as well.
So she became a quieter person, one who brushed her unruly hair more regularly and paid more attention to her chipped finger nails. She turned away from the keen interest she used to take in maths at school and concentrated on literature instead. She had begun to absorb the lesson her mother had been trying to instill for years: that she must learn to be decorative and to please others more than herself.
So far, so familiar to many woman born in the 20th century. But that's just the beginning of Jacqueline Harpman's project for this novel which she wrote in 1996.
When the reader meets Aline on the first page of the book, she is in a café at the Gare du Nord in Paris, waiting for the train that will take her back to her home in Brussels. While she waits, she is re-reading Virginia Woolf's androgynous novel Orlando which she plans to present to the students she lectures the following week. She has reached the part in Orlando where the main character switches from being a carefree male to being a careful female, and it is while contemplating that switch that Aline finds herself revisiting, for the first time in years, the transformation her twelve-year-old self experienced at puberty.
But to be completely accurate, it is not Aline's thirty-five year-old self who revisits her pre-pubertal state. No, it is the recalcitrant twelve year-old, the one who has been locked away inside Aline for the past two decades. The twelve year-old suddenly wakes up as Aline is thinking about Orlando's transformation, and she objectively examines the quiet and unassuming adult person she has become, concluding that this can't be all there is to life. It's as if Aline's 'id', kept down for too long by her strict 'superego', finds that it needs to break away and live independently of both the ego and superego.
This is a good time to mention Jacqueline Harpmann's narrator.
The narrator, and I don't think we ever know whether they are male or female, is seemingly the writer of Aline's story, but they are the kind of writer who is continually surprised at what their characters get up to, as if it were the characters who were really dictating how the story plays out. And by 'characters', I'm mainly referring to thirty-five-year old Aline and her twelve year-old self, to whom the narrator/writer gives the name Orlanda for convenience since Orlanda has managed, in spite of the narrator not knowing how it could be possible, to escape from Aline's body!
Yes, in the early pages of the novel, that unbelievable happening happens!
Once free of Aline's body, Orlanda decides to migrate into the body of a twenty year-old man—his ID card reveals his name to be Lucien—who has been sitting across from Aline in the restaurant at the Gare du Nord where they are both waiting for the train to Brussels. Lucien has been half-heartedly eating an 'œuf à la russe', and I mention it because it is one of the delicious details in this book that feed into the main theme perfectly: an 'œuf à la russe' is a hard boiled egg which has had the yolk removed and replaced with caviar. *
The more we learn about the young man whom Orlanda has taken over, the more shell-like his former existence appears—which makes the ease with which Orlanda moves into his body more credible. And as it turns out, Orlanda is the best 'caviar' ever! They like the good things in life, sex included, and before too many pages have passed, they have their first sexual encounter.
The rest of this book is as entertaining a romp as Virginia Woolf's original Orlando. The reader gets to follow along as Orlanda stretches their wings in all sorts of new ways. The tension is ramped up via the biological bond between Orlanda and Aline: what effect has loosing a part of herself on Aline's existence? Can Orlanda successfully survive separately from Aline? What is happening to Lucien's former life now that Orlanda has camped in his body? Why is there a gun in the story? I turned over the pages faster and faster.
When I finished the book, I wondered why I hadn't read Jacqueline Harpman before. I'll definitely be reading her other books as soon as I can find them. I'll start with Moi qui n'ai pas connu les hommes, a book I'd seen around in its English translation, I Who Have Never Known Men, but had not paid much attention to it, thinking it sounded too like science-fiction. And indeed, you might be thinking the same of Orlanda.
But I didn't detect the slightest whiff of science-fiction in Orlanda—unless you count the fact that Aline had a science-fiction book in her bag on that trip from Paris to Brussels: Darkover Landfall by Marion Zimmer Bradley (about which I know nothing except that it might have had some telepathy in it). So Darkover Landfall caused me to ask myself this question: if there's a science-fiction book mentioned in a story, is it as significant as a gun?
I haven't figured out the answer yet—but there's one little detail related to Darkover Landfall that I think is particularly interesting: the book was recommended to Aline by a minor character called Jacqueline who happens to be a psychoanalyst.
Jacqueline Harpman also happens to be a psychoanalyst.
*When I looked at the opening pages again, I saw that it wasn't Lucien who was eating an œuf à la russe, though I still think it's a significant detail.
July 22, 2024
i now have to learn french so i can read the rest of jacqueline harpman's works
October 23, 2025
Oh, I really liked this.
December 6, 2025
Riffing off of Orlando by Virginia Woolf, Jacqueline Harpman's Orlanda imagines what would happen if the soul of a 35 year old woman, Aline Berger, that had been repressed since she was 12 were to split in half, with the more reckless and uninhibited parts entering the body of a 20 year old man. Thus we get the titular character, the liberated lothario who goes on to show Aline the parts of herself she's kept hidden from her oppressive mother, society, and even herself. But when their reliance on one another becomes akin to a drug addiction, a decision must be made in how they will move forward with one soul in two bodies, if they can at all.
Harpman takes Woolf's premise and flips the genders. Doing so, she asks big questions about society, like at what point do certain members of it begin to alter themselves for more palatable public consumption? Or what happens to a woman who learns to keep quiet the louder (more masculine) inner voice that would typically get her labeled 'bossy' or 'rude'? And what if she let it out?
There is a recklessness and inherent sort of 'act before thinking' that Orlanda, in the man's body, is allowed that Aline spent the last 20 years controlling. Without that part of herself, nothing for Aline has really changed, until she sees the externalized elements of herself she's learned to ignore in the form of Orlanda. From then on she must wrestle, as we all do, with the age old question of "Who am I?" Especially considering half of herself is in another body. That level of observation, to have made manifest your inner private thoughts in the form of another human being, lends itself to some interesting discussions of gender, identity, ambition, and thought versus action.
I found this book to be a perfect balance of plot and commentary. Aline and Orlanda's stories bounce back and forth in a very satisfying way that compare and contrast their very different lived experiences; and through that Harpman can say a lot about how society expects certain people to behave and how that affects their psyche.
A big theme in this is the psyche, the androgyne (from Plato's Symposium), as well as Proust's In Search of Lost Time, and of course Woolf's Orlando. I don't think you have to have read all of these, but Woolf's novel is most critical to fully engaging with this text and understanding its deeper meanings.
The ending blew me away. I thought it was so clever, simple but profound, and a sort of inevitable conclusion. Harpman's insertion of herself as the narrator from time to time mirrored Woolf's own writing in the source material, and added a levity and cheekiness I appreciated.
Harpman takes Woolf's premise and flips the genders. Doing so, she asks big questions about society, like at what point do certain members of it begin to alter themselves for more palatable public consumption? Or what happens to a woman who learns to keep quiet the louder (more masculine) inner voice that would typically get her labeled 'bossy' or 'rude'? And what if she let it out?
There is a recklessness and inherent sort of 'act before thinking' that Orlanda, in the man's body, is allowed that Aline spent the last 20 years controlling. Without that part of herself, nothing for Aline has really changed, until she sees the externalized elements of herself she's learned to ignore in the form of Orlanda. From then on she must wrestle, as we all do, with the age old question of "Who am I?" Especially considering half of herself is in another body. That level of observation, to have made manifest your inner private thoughts in the form of another human being, lends itself to some interesting discussions of gender, identity, ambition, and thought versus action.
I found this book to be a perfect balance of plot and commentary. Aline and Orlanda's stories bounce back and forth in a very satisfying way that compare and contrast their very different lived experiences; and through that Harpman can say a lot about how society expects certain people to behave and how that affects their psyche.
A big theme in this is the psyche, the androgyne (from Plato's Symposium), as well as Proust's In Search of Lost Time, and of course Woolf's Orlando. I don't think you have to have read all of these, but Woolf's novel is most critical to fully engaging with this text and understanding its deeper meanings.
The ending blew me away. I thought it was so clever, simple but profound, and a sort of inevitable conclusion. Harpman's insertion of herself as the narrator from time to time mirrored Woolf's own writing in the source material, and added a levity and cheekiness I appreciated.
November 29, 2023
“For women devoted to the good of others never seem to worry about themselves. Their life is ascetic, their generosity boundless, day after day their altruism devours them and sometimes they succumb to depression. Then they are found dead holding an empty barbiturate bottle. They have missed out on life, events have passed them by, and one day the boredom that can blot out everything else gets the better of their heroism. It is dangerous to be good.
No such danger threatened Orlanda, that is certain.”
No such danger threatened Orlanda, that is certain.”
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August 25, 2025I'm locked in divas... In Harpman we trust
November 6, 2025
This was excellent and hilarious and brilliant and wonderful I love you Jacqueline Harpman
October 21, 2021
Jacqueline Harpman must be one of the best Belgian writers ever that even we, Belgians, never heard of. This is the second book I've read by her and it's another masterpiece.
November 18, 2025
a jeśli powiem, że podobało mi się bardziej niż orlando virginii woolf to co
December 14, 2025
A young(ish) woman of 35 named Aline is at the train station in Paris when an aspect of her personality (strongly hinted to be the masculine part) leaves her body and occupies that of a young 20-year-old man name Lucien LeFrene. The Aline inside this young man is no longer the Aline of her female host and so the narrator concludes that this is, in some way, a new consciousness that will be called Orlanda. What follows is a story of a consciousness existing in two people, the same soul but different qualities in search of different things. Of course there is an element of gender here, specifically the idea of the male and female existing within each individual, but the book (in my opinion) does not explore that aspect (male and female) so much as the idea of experiencing opportunities which might otherwise be remote (being limited to living just one life). Of course, the book takes its name from Virginia Woolf's Orlando (a story Aline happens to be reading) and while I understood why Harpman went in this direction (a novel where a man turns into a woman and lives over many centuries), it was ultimately not necessary and, in my opinion, a mistake to ride on the back of that book's premise. This book did not need to attach itself to that work as a kind of sequel or amendment, and, in my opinion, this book is significantly better and should have stood on its own merits. Even Aline (or is it Harpman) acknowledges that Orlando isn't actually that good:
I really enjoyed this book but it has many flaws. Putting the philosophical stuff to one side for a moment, the writing is very good, fun, inventive, thoughtful, and Harpman weaves a tale which keeps the reader fascinated. The story is straight-forward (allowing the philosophical stuff to be the focus) and sees Aline and Lucien conveniently living in the same area. Almost immediately (and rather hilariously) Orlanda (Aline occupying Lucien) instantly chooses to engage in promiscuous gay sex with a random man on the train (literally in the first few pages); because this, apparently, is either what men just do or what a woman inhabiting a man would do -- take your pick. Do women really just desperately want to have endless promiscuous sex but can't unless they're in the body of a man? This stuff slightly irritated me. Eventually, between his endless gay cruising, he approaches Aline (who is oblivious to this masculine part of her soul having been removed) and reveals himself to her as her masculine counterpart. It doesn't take long for Aline to believe him and accept what he's saying. It's a fun romp and easy to read albeit with sections that drag a little and probably don't need to be there. But overall, I really did love this thing.
Then we come to the philosophical stuff. As I said at the beginning, as much as Harpman plays with the idea of gender, I really don't think that's what the book is about. It always felt more like an exploration of a life otherwise kept at arm's length, even, given the age discrepancies, an opportunity to have an early mid-life crisis. Yes, Harpman makes Aline the good one, meek, respectful, and oppressed by social norms, whereas Lucien/Oranda is confident, self-assured, and free to engage in promiscuous sex and to be himself. But to me, this felt presumptuous, cliched, and frankly a little obvious. Does Aline really want to screw countless men? Does she only avoid doing so because society judges women harshly for that? Really? It all felt a little simplistic, lazy, and silly. Even Harpman acknowledges the banality of our modern obsession with identity; and she's equally less enthralled by the gender stuff.
I honestly did feel that this book was pursuing something more interesting than that. The road not taken, those aspects of individuality which define us but are only expressed in certain settings and yes, are often cultivated or oppressed by gendered norms. But the gender stuff took second place to the idea of living two lives, having your cake and eat it, jumping from one version of existence to another without consequences. The fork in the road is more significant than the person making the actual journey. And in that regard, the book was utterly fantastic.
Additionally, there are also many questions left unanswered: what has Aline learnt from this exactly? Why do we insist on making personality traits either male or female? And, when we do, aren't we equally guilty of playing the game we claim to hate? Plus, was poor Lucien Lefrene, who was straight and had a girlfriend, a victim of repetitive sexual assault at the hands of Aline/Orlanda given that he has countless sexual encounters with men? And this goes double for the ending (eek!). I really did enjoy this and think Harpman is quite brilliant, but there were also quite a lot of flaws that I couldn't ignore and, truth be told, I find modern gender stuff (and identity navel gazing in general) rather tedious. But otherwise, this was utterly superb.
What I find exhausting is that there isn't a single line that isn't exquisitely beautiful, and yet the whole thing is horribly dull
I really enjoyed this book but it has many flaws. Putting the philosophical stuff to one side for a moment, the writing is very good, fun, inventive, thoughtful, and Harpman weaves a tale which keeps the reader fascinated. The story is straight-forward (allowing the philosophical stuff to be the focus) and sees Aline and Lucien conveniently living in the same area. Almost immediately (and rather hilariously) Orlanda (Aline occupying Lucien) instantly chooses to engage in promiscuous gay sex with a random man on the train (literally in the first few pages); because this, apparently, is either what men just do or what a woman inhabiting a man would do -- take your pick. Do women really just desperately want to have endless promiscuous sex but can't unless they're in the body of a man? This stuff slightly irritated me. Eventually, between his endless gay cruising, he approaches Aline (who is oblivious to this masculine part of her soul having been removed) and reveals himself to her as her masculine counterpart. It doesn't take long for Aline to believe him and accept what he's saying. It's a fun romp and easy to read albeit with sections that drag a little and probably don't need to be there. But overall, I really did love this thing.
Then we come to the philosophical stuff. As I said at the beginning, as much as Harpman plays with the idea of gender, I really don't think that's what the book is about. It always felt more like an exploration of a life otherwise kept at arm's length, even, given the age discrepancies, an opportunity to have an early mid-life crisis. Yes, Harpman makes Aline the good one, meek, respectful, and oppressed by social norms, whereas Lucien/Oranda is confident, self-assured, and free to engage in promiscuous sex and to be himself. But to me, this felt presumptuous, cliched, and frankly a little obvious. Does Aline really want to screw countless men? Does she only avoid doing so because society judges women harshly for that? Really? It all felt a little simplistic, lazy, and silly. Even Harpman acknowledges the banality of our modern obsession with identity; and she's equally less enthralled by the gender stuff.
Never has a woman been a man, never has a man been a woman. Each sex possesses a knowledge that they are incapable of sharing and any attempt to bridge the gap is just an illusion
I honestly did feel that this book was pursuing something more interesting than that. The road not taken, those aspects of individuality which define us but are only expressed in certain settings and yes, are often cultivated or oppressed by gendered norms. But the gender stuff took second place to the idea of living two lives, having your cake and eat it, jumping from one version of existence to another without consequences. The fork in the road is more significant than the person making the actual journey. And in that regard, the book was utterly fantastic.
Additionally, there are also many questions left unanswered: what has Aline learnt from this exactly? Why do we insist on making personality traits either male or female? And, when we do, aren't we equally guilty of playing the game we claim to hate? Plus, was poor Lucien Lefrene, who was straight and had a girlfriend, a victim of repetitive sexual assault at the hands of Aline/Orlanda given that he has countless sexual encounters with men? And this goes double for the ending (eek!). I really did enjoy this and think Harpman is quite brilliant, but there were also quite a lot of flaws that I couldn't ignore and, truth be told, I find modern gender stuff (and identity navel gazing in general) rather tedious. But otherwise, this was utterly superb.
November 20, 2025
this story was incredibly different from i who have never known men, and i think my expectations made orlanda a bit challenging to get into at first. however, harpman is exploring some really interesting ideas about gender roles, freedom, and the self here, and she takes a much more playful tone than i was expecting. once i oriented myself within the story i found myself really enjoying it and thinking about the different sides each of us have and how we suffer if we don’t explore them.
i love that isle mcelroy did the afterword, having read people collide which is also a body swap story. the afterword helped me to tie together themes from orlanda with i who have never known men which was helpful.
“Time kills us, second after second, and we fools continue to be impatient, Oh! for tomorrow, next week, for the moment were awaiting finally to come. But, reckless soul, it will all end! Suppose you tried instead to enjoy the present? Stop, listen. Your heart is beating, thick blood flows through your veins, you are alive, make the most of it now, don't say that the enjoyment will come later. It's here, it's happening now and it won't last long, every note of the concerto dies away. When you come to the end of the first movement, you can play the record again, but you can't restart the record of your life, for that is only played once.”
i love that isle mcelroy did the afterword, having read people collide which is also a body swap story. the afterword helped me to tie together themes from orlanda with i who have never known men which was helpful.
“Time kills us, second after second, and we fools continue to be impatient, Oh! for tomorrow, next week, for the moment were awaiting finally to come. But, reckless soul, it will all end! Suppose you tried instead to enjoy the present? Stop, listen. Your heart is beating, thick blood flows through your veins, you are alive, make the most of it now, don't say that the enjoyment will come later. It's here, it's happening now and it won't last long, every note of the concerto dies away. When you come to the end of the first movement, you can play the record again, but you can't restart the record of your life, for that is only played once.”
August 14, 2025
I don't know why I am in the minority here and this book didn't work for me, but what I do know is it REALLY didn't work for me.
August 7, 2024
Translated from the French, this bold yet subtle probing into one woman’s psyche serves as allegory, satire and social critique. Aline has stifled the more irreverent and forceful parts of her nature all her life, conforming to the demands her kindly yet rigid mother and indifferent father have set upon her.
The author widens her net to show how many people smother parts of their inner selves to deal with demanding parents and the world at large. Aline’s situation is by no means unique or uniquely French. No doubt many women will nod to themselves as they read how she stopped behaving in a rough-and-tumble manner, shut off sharp opinions or placidly accepted dull company to please a stalwart boyfriend with whom she’s endured a ten-year-old affair.
The novel shuffles giddily among the viewpoints of three main characters: Aline who becomes more and more aware of a void opening in her mind; Lucien Leftène, his mind quickly snuffed out by the invading piece of Aline’s psyche and the narrator, whose vacillating POV shifts us between these two and the inner part of Lucien that calls itself Orlanda.
Throw in a nosy neighbor, a gay lover who fights against loving someone he fears is only a temporary fancy, a needy ex-girlfriend, an alcoholic mother, intensive students and a Chekhov’s gun and we see a complex web that would make this a fine French farce if it weren’t a sublime tracing of a woman coming to terms with the fiercely repressed parts of her soul. But perhaps it’s both?
This is a novel that can support multiple interpretations, making it something to savor, linger over and re-read.
The author widens her net to show how many people smother parts of their inner selves to deal with demanding parents and the world at large. Aline’s situation is by no means unique or uniquely French. No doubt many women will nod to themselves as they read how she stopped behaving in a rough-and-tumble manner, shut off sharp opinions or placidly accepted dull company to please a stalwart boyfriend with whom she’s endured a ten-year-old affair.
The novel shuffles giddily among the viewpoints of three main characters: Aline who becomes more and more aware of a void opening in her mind; Lucien Leftène, his mind quickly snuffed out by the invading piece of Aline’s psyche and the narrator, whose vacillating POV shifts us between these two and the inner part of Lucien that calls itself Orlanda.
Throw in a nosy neighbor, a gay lover who fights against loving someone he fears is only a temporary fancy, a needy ex-girlfriend, an alcoholic mother, intensive students and a Chekhov’s gun and we see a complex web that would make this a fine French farce if it weren’t a sublime tracing of a woman coming to terms with the fiercely repressed parts of her soul. But perhaps it’s both?
This is a novel that can support multiple interpretations, making it something to savor, linger over and re-read.
November 17, 2025
Ależ to było dziwne, w pozytywnym znaczeniu dziwne. Fantastycznie napisana książka, bardzo mi się podobały stylistyczne zagrywki autorki. Fabularnie zostałam zachęcona do sięgnięcia po powieść Virginii Woolf, z którą nasza „Orlanda” koresponduje.
September 4, 2025
Interesting ideas and thoughts throughout the book but a very difficult read nonetheless. Took me a long time to get through such a short book.
July 15, 2025
Cackling at the absolute madness of this, especially the abrupt ending.
Definitely some duff moments - sorry Francophiles, I don't know anything about Proust and Balzac so I glazed over the parts where the characters insisted on discussing them. But as a study of identity, morality, gendered society, introjected values, etiquette, repression and sex, it absolutely rivals the book it knowingly riffs on. And it's more entertaining, too.
A 90s queer coming-of-age story by a horned-up septuagenarian Belgian woman is not the book I was anticipating joining my best reads of the year, but here we are.
Definitely some duff moments - sorry Francophiles, I don't know anything about Proust and Balzac so I glazed over the parts where the characters insisted on discussing them. But as a study of identity, morality, gendered society, introjected values, etiquette, repression and sex, it absolutely rivals the book it knowingly riffs on. And it's more entertaining, too.
A 90s queer coming-of-age story by a horned-up septuagenarian Belgian woman is not the book I was anticipating joining my best reads of the year, but here we are.
January 27, 2013
A powerful novel, witty, wicked and teasing that pays tribute to Virgina Woolf, Proust and even Balzac (and Schrödinger's cat!) and explores the boundaries of identity, repressed desires and emotions. In a playful way the author herself is present as a reporter of the strange adventure of her main character(s). Harpman received for Orlanda the Prix Médicis in 1996. An interesting writer...
July 14, 2025
As i enjoyed I who have never known men so much I didn’t even check the synopsis before picking this up. Needless to say the beginning shocked me a little bit, but I flew through the rest of it! So so so good - it did not disappoint!!
November 24, 2025
Słowa ranią, to wiadomo. Słowa usłyszane w dzieciństwie mogą spowodować skutki, które odczuwa się nawet w dorosłym życiu. Dwunastoletnia Aline usłyszała, że jest zbyt męska. Tak ją to przeraziło, że wszystko, co "męskie", zepchnęła głęboko w podświadomość. "Męskie", czyli luz, otwartość, gotowość do przygód. Na zewnątrz pozostało to, co "kobiece" - zachowawczość, rozwaga, skromność.
35-letnia Aline, przygotowując wykład dla studentów, wraca do utworu "Orlando". Wraca niechętnie, jest znudzona frazą Virginii Woolf, a tak naprawdę jest znudzona swoim poukładanym życiem. Rzut oka na młodzieńca siedzącego przy stoliku obok wprawia w ruch machinę, która zostawia czytelnika w osłupieniu. Cząstka Aline wnika w Luciena. Lucien staje się Aline? Aline Lucienem? Tu nie ma prostej odpowiedzi. Skrywana przez lata tożsamość odnalazła się w pięknym, smukłym ciele dwudziestolatka głodnego wrażeń wszelkiego typu.
Wraz z narratorką śledzimy losy obu postaci, a są to losy przecinające się na wielu płaszczyznach. Aline, pozbawiona cząstki siebie, paradoksalnie zyskuje sporo. Tłem tego wszystkiego jest interpretowanie "Orlanda" i to takie, że muszę koniecznie wrócić do lektury Woolf!
Harpman wspaniale żongluje tą historią. Odczytanie "Orlanda" staje się tu rozważaniem nad istotą męskości i kobiecości, tożsamości płciowej i kulturowej, stereotypami, tym wszystkim, co wkładamy w szufladki "męskie" i "kobiece". Jest tu sporo fikołków narracyjnych, niektóre rozwiązania wprawiały mnie w konsternację (zakończenie!), ale finalnie widzę, że to po prostu wspaniała gra z czytelnikiem. Gra, która daje sporo przyjemności. Aline płynnie przechodzi w Luciena, Lucien w Aline, tak jak i jestestwo przecież nie jest - jak się okazuje - stałe i niezmiennie.
Wyborna lektura.
35-letnia Aline, przygotowując wykład dla studentów, wraca do utworu "Orlando". Wraca niechętnie, jest znudzona frazą Virginii Woolf, a tak naprawdę jest znudzona swoim poukładanym życiem. Rzut oka na młodzieńca siedzącego przy stoliku obok wprawia w ruch machinę, która zostawia czytelnika w osłupieniu. Cząstka Aline wnika w Luciena. Lucien staje się Aline? Aline Lucienem? Tu nie ma prostej odpowiedzi. Skrywana przez lata tożsamość odnalazła się w pięknym, smukłym ciele dwudziestolatka głodnego wrażeń wszelkiego typu.
Wraz z narratorką śledzimy losy obu postaci, a są to losy przecinające się na wielu płaszczyznach. Aline, pozbawiona cząstki siebie, paradoksalnie zyskuje sporo. Tłem tego wszystkiego jest interpretowanie "Orlanda" i to takie, że muszę koniecznie wrócić do lektury Woolf!
Harpman wspaniale żongluje tą historią. Odczytanie "Orlanda" staje się tu rozważaniem nad istotą męskości i kobiecości, tożsamości płciowej i kulturowej, stereotypami, tym wszystkim, co wkładamy w szufladki "męskie" i "kobiece". Jest tu sporo fikołków narracyjnych, niektóre rozwiązania wprawiały mnie w konsternację (zakończenie!), ale finalnie widzę, że to po prostu wspaniała gra z czytelnikiem. Gra, która daje sporo przyjemności. Aline płynnie przechodzi w Luciena, Lucien w Aline, tak jak i jestestwo przecież nie jest - jak się okazuje - stałe i niezmiennie.
Wyborna lektura.
October 21, 2025
harpman po raz kolejny udowodniła, że jej możliwości literackie, pomysłowość, przenikliwość są iście godne podziwu i zachwytu!
uosobienie odwiecznych wyrzeczeń, pragnieniem, zahamowań głównej bohaterki wytrąca się z jej duszy i świadomości przenikając jednostkę przypadkowo spotkanego na stacji kolejowej młodego mężczyzny.
dusza roszczepia się zatem pomiędzy dwie płcie, pomiędzy jednostki zgoła od siebie różne, odmienne na każdej płaszczyźnie. frywolność, niewyżyta seksualność kontra ugładzona codzienność lawirująca wokół zwyczajnego, nijakiego męża i akademickiej pracy skoncentrowanej wokół samego dzieła Woolf. Virginia nie jest u Haprman tylko luźnym kontekstem, ale realnie nieustannie wspominaną postacią. odniesienia bohaterki swojej pozycji i sytuacji do samego Orlanda występują tu ze znaczną częstotliwością, więc chyba nie muszę podkreślać z moim uwielbieniem względem oryginalnego Orlanda, jak radowałam się wewnętrznie natykając się na nie!
boskie to było doświadczenie literackie! narracyjnie właśnie z uwagi na tę płynność płciową, płynność przenika i do narracji. warstwa narracyjna gdzie naprzemiennie widzimy myśli zarówno jednej jak i drugiej strony osobowości Alice jest zatem przeciekawa, unikalna. prozę harpman cechuje znaczna znaczna dojrzałość, precyzja, dbałość. czuć to bardzo, więc uwielbiam! uwielbiam tak jak i samą tematykę wykazaną tu nietypowo, nieprzewidywalnie! kwestie tożsamości, płynności płciowej, jakoby podwójnej, rozszczepionej świadomości ponownie autorka bierze na warsztat w sposób doskonały! pod kątem akcji, jej przebiegu, nie tylko samej narracji, to pozycja również wspaniała.
uosobienie odwiecznych wyrzeczeń, pragnieniem, zahamowań głównej bohaterki wytrąca się z jej duszy i świadomości przenikając jednostkę przypadkowo spotkanego na stacji kolejowej młodego mężczyzny.
dusza roszczepia się zatem pomiędzy dwie płcie, pomiędzy jednostki zgoła od siebie różne, odmienne na każdej płaszczyźnie. frywolność, niewyżyta seksualność kontra ugładzona codzienność lawirująca wokół zwyczajnego, nijakiego męża i akademickiej pracy skoncentrowanej wokół samego dzieła Woolf. Virginia nie jest u Haprman tylko luźnym kontekstem, ale realnie nieustannie wspominaną postacią. odniesienia bohaterki swojej pozycji i sytuacji do samego Orlanda występują tu ze znaczną częstotliwością, więc chyba nie muszę podkreślać z moim uwielbieniem względem oryginalnego Orlanda, jak radowałam się wewnętrznie natykając się na nie!
boskie to było doświadczenie literackie! narracyjnie właśnie z uwagi na tę płynność płciową, płynność przenika i do narracji. warstwa narracyjna gdzie naprzemiennie widzimy myśli zarówno jednej jak i drugiej strony osobowości Alice jest zatem przeciekawa, unikalna. prozę harpman cechuje znaczna znaczna dojrzałość, precyzja, dbałość. czuć to bardzo, więc uwielbiam! uwielbiam tak jak i samą tematykę wykazaną tu nietypowo, nieprzewidywalnie! kwestie tożsamości, płynności płciowej, jakoby podwójnej, rozszczepionej świadomości ponownie autorka bierze na warsztat w sposób doskonały! pod kątem akcji, jej przebiegu, nie tylko samej narracji, to pozycja również wspaniała.
October 22, 2025
Intriguing and nuanced analysis of selfhood, concerning repression of self, feeling like a stranger to yourself, the compartmentalization of self, amongst many more deeply ponderable themes and ideas.
Quite significantly different from Harpman's viral novel.
I think those who enjoyed August Blue by Deborah Levy or On The Calculation of Volume by Solvej Balle would find themselves captivated by this one.
Quite significantly different from Harpman's viral novel.
I think those who enjoyed August Blue by Deborah Levy or On The Calculation of Volume by Solvej Balle would find themselves captivated by this one.
August 31, 2024
Η Ζακλίν Αρπμάν είναι απ’ τις πιο σπουδαίες και ταυτόχρονα underrated συγγραφείς που έχω διαβάσει, με μονάχα δυο βιβλία της να έχουν μεταφραστεί τόσο στα ελληνικά όσο και στα αγγλικά. Crime against humanity. Το αστείο είναι πως δεν είναι αρκετά γνωστή ούτε στη γενέτειρά της, το Βέλγιο.
Το Ορλάντα είναι ένα μυθιστόρημα που εξερευνά την ταυτότητα, το βιολογικό και ίσως εντονότερα, το κοινωνικό φύλο και τη ρευστότητα του εαυτού. Με χειρουργική ακρίβεια και διορατικότητα η Αρπμάν συνθέτει μια περίπλοκη αφήγηση αντικατοπτρίζοντας τη ρευστότητα των ταυτοτήτων των χαρακτήρων, την ελαστικότητα της ανθρώπινης ψυχής και των κοινωνικών ρόλων που στοχεύουν να την περιορίσουν. Η αφήγηση εναλλάσσεται αβίαστα μεταξύ των POV, θολώνοντας τα όρια μεταξύ του αρσενικού και του θηλυκού, του εαυτού και του άλλου. Τονίζει, έτσι, ότι η ταυτότητα δεν είναι σταθερή, αλλά εξελίσσεται και μεταβάλλεται συνεχώς καθώς δύναται να διαμορφωθεί τόσο από εσωτερικές συγκρούσεις, αλλά και απο εξωτερικές επιρροές.
Όσο η ιστορία ξεδιπλώνεται, διακρίνουμε το πόσο περιοριστικοί είναι οι κοινωνικοί κανόνες που επιβάλλονται στα άτομα, καθώς εξυπηρετούν τη φυλάκιση τους σε προκαθορισμένους ρόλους που ενδεχομένως να μην είναι ταυτόσημοι με τον αυθεντικό τους εαυτό. Βλέπουμε πως όταν ο Ορλάντα αποσχίζεται απ’ την Αλίν αισθάνεται απελευθερωμένος και ευτυχής καθώς την ίδια στιγμή αποχωρίζεται τα όποια όρια της επιβαλλόμενης θηλυκότητας. Δεν είναι τυχαίο, εξάλλου, ότι ο Ορλάντα είναι το πιο confident κομμάτι της Αλίν, το πιο ματαιόδοξο και αλλαζονικό ενώ η εναπομείνασα Αλίν είναι ντροπαλή και καθωσπρέπει. Ενσωματώνει τους κοινωνικούς ρόλους περίτεχνα και subtly. Σημαντικό είναι επίσης ότι δεν προσεγγίζει τα ζητήματα φύλου με διδακτικό τόνο, αλλά με ενσυναίσθηση. Σχολιάζει και απογυμνώνει τα κοινωνικά φύλα με διακριτικότητα, δίχως να ενδίσει στα στερεότυπα. Απλώς τα τονίζει.
Το Ορλάντα δεν είναι απλώς μια ιστορία μεταμόρφωσης, αλλά ένα έντονα υπαρξιακό και φιλοσοφικό βιβλίο που καταπιάνεται με τα προβλήματα που παρουσιάζονται στην πορεία της ζωής. Η γραφή της Αρπμάν είναι άψογη, ειρωνική όπου χρειάζεται, με χιούμορ σε πιο ανάλαφρα σημεία, αλλά και με την απαραίτητη σοβαρότητα σε άλλα. Θα μπορούσαμε να χαρακτηρίσουμε το βιβλίο αληγορικό, συμβολικό.
Το Ορλάντα είναι ένα μυθιστόρημα που εξερευνά την ταυτότητα, το βιολογικό και ίσως εντονότερα, το κοινωνικό φύλο και τη ρευστότητα του εαυτού. Με χειρουργική ακρίβεια και διορατικότητα η Αρπμάν συνθέτει μια περίπλοκη αφήγηση αντικατοπτρίζοντας τη ρευστότητα των ταυτοτήτων των χαρακτήρων, την ελαστικότητα της ανθρώπινης ψυχής και των κοινωνικών ρόλων που στοχεύουν να την περιορίσουν. Η αφήγηση εναλλάσσεται αβίαστα μεταξύ των POV, θολώνοντας τα όρια μεταξύ του αρσενικού και του θηλυκού, του εαυτού και του άλλου. Τονίζει, έτσι, ότι η ταυτότητα δεν είναι σταθερή, αλλά εξελίσσεται και μεταβάλλεται συνεχώς καθώς δύναται να διαμορφωθεί τόσο από εσωτερικές συγκρούσεις, αλλά και απο εξωτερικές επιρροές.
Όσο η ιστορία ξεδιπλώνεται, διακρίνουμε το πόσο περιοριστικοί είναι οι κοινωνικοί κανόνες που επιβάλλονται στα άτομα, καθώς εξυπηρετούν τη φυλάκιση τους σε προκαθορισμένους ρόλους που ενδεχομένως να μην είναι ταυτόσημοι με τον αυθεντικό τους εαυτό. Βλέπουμε πως όταν ο Ορλάντα αποσχίζεται απ’ την Αλίν αισθάνεται απελευθερωμένος και ευτυχής καθώς την ίδια στιγμή αποχωρίζεται τα όποια όρια της επιβαλλόμενης θηλυκότητας. Δεν είναι τυχαίο, εξάλλου, ότι ο Ορλάντα είναι το πιο confident κομμάτι της Αλίν, το πιο ματαιόδοξο και αλλαζονικό ενώ η εναπομείνασα Αλίν είναι ντροπαλή και καθωσπρέπει. Ενσωματώνει τους κοινωνικούς ρόλους περίτεχνα και subtly. Σημαντικό είναι επίσης ότι δεν προσεγγίζει τα ζητήματα φύλου με διδακτικό τόνο, αλλά με ενσυναίσθηση. Σχολιάζει και απογυμνώνει τα κοινωνικά φύλα με διακριτικότητα, δίχως να ενδίσει στα στερεότυπα. Απλώς τα τονίζει.
Το Ορλάντα δεν είναι απλώς μια ιστορία μεταμόρφωσης, αλλά ένα έντονα υπαρξιακό και φιλοσοφικό βιβλίο που καταπιάνεται με τα προβλήματα που παρουσιάζονται στην πορεία της ζωής. Η γραφή της Αρπμάν είναι άψογη, ειρωνική όπου χρειάζεται, με χιούμορ σε πιο ανάλαφρα σημεία, αλλά και με την απαραίτητη σοβαρότητα σε άλλα. Θα μπορούσαμε να χαρακτηρίσουμε το βιβλίο αληγορικό, συμβολικό.
August 20, 2024
Πόσα καταπιεσμένα θέλω; Πόσα όνειρα;
Πόσες επιθυμίες φυλάκισα στο πίσω μέρος του μυαλού μου;
Πόσα πρέπει υπαγόρευσαν τις κινήσεις μου;
Πόση ορμή κατέστειλα;
Για το "τι θα πει ο κόσμος"
Τι κάνει κρακ και σπάει σε μια στιγμή;
Διαλύεται στον αέρα
Μεταφέρεται, ταξιδεύει
Από μένα, για μένα, αλλού.
Δραπετεύει και ζει
Πόσοι εαυτοί κάνουν την ύπαρξη του ενός;
Πόσες φωνές μιλούν, ουρλιάζουν, παλεύουν να ακουστούν πιο δυνατά και να υπερισχύσουν;
Πόσες ψυχές χωρούν σε ένα σώμα;
"animula vagula blandula..."
Πόσες επιθυμίες φυλάκισα στο πίσω μέρος του μυαλού μου;
Πόσα πρέπει υπαγόρευσαν τις κινήσεις μου;
Πόση ορμή κατέστειλα;
Για το "τι θα πει ο κόσμος"
Τι κάνει κρακ και σπάει σε μια στιγμή;
Διαλύεται στον αέρα
Μεταφέρεται, ταξιδεύει
Από μένα, για μένα, αλλού.
Δραπετεύει και ζει
Πόσοι εαυτοί κάνουν την ύπαρξη του ενός;
Πόσες φωνές μιλούν, ουρλιάζουν, παλεύουν να ακουστούν πιο δυνατά και να υπερισχύσουν;
Πόσες ψυχές χωρούν σε ένα σώμα;
"animula vagula blandula..."
October 14, 2025
کافیه کتابی کوچکترین ارتباطی به وولف داشته باشه تا برای من کتاب خوبی باشه اما حتی اگه این نکته نبود هم باز کتاب بینظیری بود.
August 15, 2025
Orlanda je román, který se čte jako sen na hranici reality, ale zároveň má pevné kořeny v psychologické pravdě. V metru se náhodně setká Alina, žena ve středním věku, a Lucien, dvacetiletý mladík. Jejich spojení ale překročí běžné lidské chápání…v jediném, transcendentním okamžiku se část Alininy duše přesune do Lucienova těla. Od té chvíle se oba dívají na svět nejen očima toho druhého, ale i skrze tělo, paměť a vědomosti, které si sdílejí.
Lucien získává Alininy akademické znalosti klasické literatury a díky jejím zkušenostem a touhám začíná objevovat svou homosexualitu. Alina naopak vstupuje do Lucienovy fyzické vitality, mládí a bezprostřednosti. Vzniká tak zvláštní vztah, v němž se oba stávají zrcadly i zkreslenými odrazy toho druhého.
Harpman zde nevypráví příběh jen o genderu a sexualitě, ale o propustnosti identity samotné. Její prozaický jazyk je přesný, zároveň citlivý k neviditelným nuancím duševních stavů. Psychoanalytické zázemí autorky je patrné v tom, jak jemně rozplétá vnitřní motivace, potlačené touhy a vzpomínky, které vyplouvají na povrch, když se naruší hranice mezi „já” a „ty”.
Lucien získává Alininy akademické znalosti klasické literatury a díky jejím zkušenostem a touhám začíná objevovat svou homosexualitu. Alina naopak vstupuje do Lucienovy fyzické vitality, mládí a bezprostřednosti. Vzniká tak zvláštní vztah, v němž se oba stávají zrcadly i zkreslenými odrazy toho druhého.
Harpman zde nevypráví příběh jen o genderu a sexualitě, ale o propustnosti identity samotné. Její prozaický jazyk je přesný, zároveň citlivý k neviditelným nuancím duševních stavů. Psychoanalytické zázemí autorky je patrné v tom, jak jemně rozplétá vnitřní motivace, potlačené touhy a vzpomínky, které vyplouvají na povrch, když se naruší hranice mezi „já” a „ty”.
January 17, 2023
Chiedo perdono ma per me la pesantezza della narrativa di questo libro ha reso la storia e le tematiche impossibili da affrontare.
August 25, 2025
Igual que el año pasado, Jacqueline Harpman me sorprendió. La compré sin pensarlo, cuando fui de chismosa a una librería que no conocía. Y pensé ja si le encuentro algo de Harpman lo compro y pasa que lo primero que veo es Orlanda… así que lo hice! Y si la disfruté mucho, tomando como base la Orlando de Virginia Woolf, nos muestra a Aline una mujer, maestra de literatura que se aburre leyendo Orlando, hasta que se separa de ella una parte de su alma y se transfiere al cuerpo de Lucien un joven de 20 años. Ahora Lucien se llama así mismo Orlanda y comienza un viaje donde Jacqueline nos muestra que el alma no tiene género.
Graciosa, profunda, un lenguaje donde busca a Woolf, hay mucha conversación de literatura porque es lo que ama Harpman pero lo gocé mucho.
Ay necesito más novelas de ella y casi no está traducida ni en inglés ni en español :(.
Graciosa, profunda, un lenguaje donde busca a Woolf, hay mucha conversación de literatura porque es lo que ama Harpman pero lo gocé mucho.
Ay necesito más novelas de ella y casi no está traducida ni en inglés ni en español :(.
August 17, 2025
"She doesn't know herself, but who does? Don't we all go through life in the same ignorance of who we really are, eager to grasp any description of ourselves that gives us the illusion of having a simple identity that can be summed up in a few words?”
I guess I have a favourite of 2025.
I guess I have a favourite of 2025.
November 14, 2025
I loved this, and I also wish I could split my consciousness in two so I could hang out with myself. There was a good quote about sci fi in here but I couldn’t find it.
August 1, 2025
Added to the English curriculum. Maybe I need to be a Harpman scholar…
You are what you embody 👏🏼 it is the soul that makes the person 👏🏼 there is no you without your past 👏🏼 women contain multitudes yet are forced to lose themselves at 12 years old for the sake of etiquette👏🏼
Wholeheartedly recommend this to everyone! Especially my gender studies ppl and those who didn’t love I Who Have Never Known Men. Between IWHNKM and this book, I genuinely have no idea what Harpman’s author’s voice is, and that’s pretty epic given that both of these are 5 star novels with extremely strong narration. While similar in its magical realism and potential sci-fi basis, this was a complete mix of intertextuality and subversion with Woolf’s text, yet an entirely original reading experience that brings up so many complex themes within a hilariously illogical and fantastical scenario.
It was impossible to get a copy of this so lmk if you want it 😚
Have to add that her self insert character and narration had me totally cackling. So so different from IWHNKM #range. Someone said (I still haven’t figured out how to link other reviews) that this was a “90s queer coming of age story by a horned up Belgian septuagenarian woman” and heck yeah, it is.
Guess I have to learn French! Ros Schwartz keep doing your thing 🫶🫶
You are what you embody 👏🏼 it is the soul that makes the person 👏🏼 there is no you without your past 👏🏼 women contain multitudes yet are forced to lose themselves at 12 years old for the sake of etiquette👏🏼
Wholeheartedly recommend this to everyone! Especially my gender studies ppl and those who didn’t love I Who Have Never Known Men. Between IWHNKM and this book, I genuinely have no idea what Harpman’s author’s voice is, and that’s pretty epic given that both of these are 5 star novels with extremely strong narration. While similar in its magical realism and potential sci-fi basis, this was a complete mix of intertextuality and subversion with Woolf’s text, yet an entirely original reading experience that brings up so many complex themes within a hilariously illogical and fantastical scenario.
It was impossible to get a copy of this so lmk if you want it 😚
Have to add that her self insert character and narration had me totally cackling. So so different from IWHNKM #range. Someone said (I still haven’t figured out how to link other reviews) that this was a “90s queer coming of age story by a horned up Belgian septuagenarian woman” and heck yeah, it is.
Guess I have to learn French! Ros Schwartz keep doing your thing 🫶🫶
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