Lynne Ramsay’s film offers a powerful adaptation of an intense story about a woman’s life unraveling.
Reviewing Sylvia Plath’s Collected Poems, Philip Larkin noted that her later works were original and impactful but added:
“How valuable they are depends on how highly we rank the expression of experience with which we can in no sense identify, and from which we can only turn with shock and sorrow.”
Die, My Love is the debut novel by Ariana Harwicz, an Argentinian author living in France, published in 2012. The unnamed narrator, voicing all characters, reveals her rage, contempt, and frustrated desire as she narrates her life.
She declares, “A breath of irrationality had set fire to my existence.” After a hospital stay, she seems calmer but later erupts during her son’s second birthday:
“I hope you all die, every last one of you… Just die, my love.”
The diagnosis of postpartum psychosis only partially explains her turmoil. Amid numerous works by and about women who find motherhood alienating or difficult, including last year’s Nightbitch, Die, My Love stands out for its extremity.
This film and novel portray a stark, unsettling journey into motherhood, capturing deep emotional and psychological distress with striking intensity.
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