Unreliable Narrator That Pretends That Everything Turned Out The Way He Planned Just To Cope With The

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how do people read a little life and come to the conclusion that yanagihara is saying that if you’ve experienced trauma, you should just give up? excuse me but there’s approximately 700 pages that say the complete opposite did we read the same book?

IS THAT

Justice for "Poor Dear" Pamela

She had like 5 minutes of screentime and ate everybody up

I get a genuine stomach ache when I remember I never have and never will be even alive at the same time as elliott smith

(suicide cw) (a little life spoilers) I habitually go back to the last portion of the book. As I read it the first time, I was only dimly aware this was the ending. I could see the number of pages, sure, and the repetitive title of Lispenard Street was ominous enough that I should’ve known - after all, why else would you bookend it like that?

I think it didn’t hit me initially, though, because for all the arduous buildup, all the scares, this is all we get of Jude’s death.

We get the aftermath, of course (and naturally I sobbed through it) - but this is the tragedy we’re led to anticipate the whole book through, and so, aware of its inevitability, I’d expected all the magnitude of Jude’s suicide attempt, of all the tragedies that followed. But Jude’s life gets 800 pages and his death gets two sentences.

The story doesn’t end on an ending. It ends on Lispenard Street.

This is what Harold leaves us with: kindness, and a father and his grinning son reminiscing; and of course that’s how he would tell Jude’s story, of course that’s how you would speak of someone you love, after: with all the kindness of eternity. People aren’t endings. Jude’s life wasn’t a stopgap, it was the story.

I can see how A Little Life might be read as a gruesome, cobweb veiled backstory to a suicide to many. That’s certainly how Jude would see it, at times, I think; but that’s why Harold is the narrator. (Harold, to whom Jude’s life was so precious, who treasured it so wholly and selfishly, as parents often do.)

And so, as we’re taken back to Lispenard Street, I can’t possibly read this story as anything other than a love letter — from a father, to his son’s life.

postcard sent by elliot smith to friend sean croghan after moving from portland to la c. 1999

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Okja (2017)

Little Miss Sunshine (2006)

Good Will Hunting (1997)

Brokeback Mountain (2005)

The Royal Tenenbaums (2001)

Call Me By Your Name (2017)

Bones and All (2022)

The Exorcist (1973)

Beautiful Boy (2018)

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Russian Doll

Adventure Time

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Phoebe Bridgers

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Beautiful Boy by David Sheff

A Little Life by Hanya Yanagihara

Call Me by Your Name by Andre Aciman

A Thousand Spledid Suns by Khaled Hossieni

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