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Then the knife plunges in. The farmhand gives it two little shoves to push it through the thick skin, after which the long blade seems to melt through the neck fat as it sinks in up to the hilt.
At first the boar doesnÂ’t understand a thing, he remains stretched out for a few seconds, thinking about it. Aha! Then he realizes he is being killed and utters strangles cries until he can scream no more.
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We all should be feminists or rather we all have to be feminists, as put by Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie, this phrase keeps reverberating in my mind throughout the book as if it’s some sort of gospel. Well, it would be another thing to observe that even our religions fail to be feminists, perhaps all of them, it may come as some sort of blasphemy to the careless and impatient readers. If we can put our biases aside and try to look at it at a deeper level, deeper than religion (of course some would argue what could it be deeper than religion), somewhere the basic level of humanity, at the level of morality and ethics; for morality encompasses what made us- our customs and habits, of course, over the years morality and religion have become intertwined, well that has been a problem of humanity in almost all aspects- we devise things and then we struggle to get free from them, we would be able to realize that the problem is deep-rooted in human civilization. A few of us would argue that what is the need for feminism as we have or are going to become progressive and there would be others, who would say feminism would create another sort of divide as it gives an unfair advantage to ‘the other sex’ I would say we need to broaden our intellectual horizon (of course we talking of empathy and emotional intelligence here) and see the problem from the perspective of entire humanity- for any civilization may grow and be progressive only when its all sections advance simultaneously, and hence feminism should be taken as a sort of affirmative action, at the basic philosophy of humanity. We need to be feminists so that those who have been deprived, suppressed, and unexpressed for years, maybe given some tools to improve their representation in various domains of society, and hence, it is about equity than equality, for equality presupposes an idealistic social condition. And therefore, feminist literature is a must for a society that takes everything for granted.


ThatÂ’s why I write: it is because I remain myself through my sorrow over Yvan. Even when IÂ’m in the forest with the other pigs, they often sniff me suspiciously, sensing that human thoughts are still going on in there. IÂ’m unable to rise to their expectations.


Pig Tales is not just a feminist tale it is much more than that as we would come to know during the course of the book. I bought the book just a few days ago, I read in one of the comments by Vogue- “A combination of Metamorphosis and Candide with a sprinkling of David Lynch”, it immediately caught my mind since both Kafka and Lynch are my favorites. I thought that I would read just a few pages, to get the taste of the narrative and would read it later in my leisure time but, to my pleasant surprise, I found myself stuck to the book and finished it in just two sittings. Right from the first page, we find that the book is full of misogynist references, of course, to portray the situation of its narrator, sometimes it may get a bit uncomfortable too, for the text is coarse, direct and may put the humanity to shame to look at its own disgust. The book hits upon the morality of our society, what role it plays on our social life, however, it seems to address the point that more than morality we require a society with a soul, which could be humane.


After drying my tears, he had sit me on him and he shoved something up my rear end. That hurt even more than with the clients, but he told me it was for my own good, everything would be fine afterwards, and I wouldnÂ’t have any more problems. I bled a lot, but you couldnÂ’t call it a period.

The narrative of the book starts as a staunch critique of the misogyny prevalent in our society but soon it shifts to a calmer and more subtle approach, which of course does have regular doses of contrasting feminist elements to keep the vigor alive, and moves towards adopting a holistic approach about the bleakness of human existence. And we feel that it touched upon the usual features of a Kafkaesque world. The narrator, who is devoid of any name/ reference or anything or everything, of book, takes you through the account of her unusual life, in which she is being treated as an object of desire as if she does not have being of her own and lives on the mercy of those whose desires she has to fulfill. She moves from man to man, only to find that all are the same, gradually it corrupts her too as we see that our habits take better of our conscience, with time. This ‘civilized’ society is based upon her bodily features (satires our concept of beauty with acerbic wit) and gradually condemns her to nothingness- she is robbed of even her inauthentic, commodified existence- as soon as her bodily features start to betray her.


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During the course of her life account, something strange happens to her, she starts turning to something strange, something who/ which is not generally associated with humanity. She grows perplexed about her condition as it’s her natural reaction. However, gradually she starts to come to terms with it, in fact, over a period of time, she increasingly s her new form. The new form somewhat frees her from the shackles of the morality of human society which has been exploiting her by objectifying her as she belongs to ‘the other sex’ with which man can do as they please.

A craving for life sent shivers through me, engulfed me; it was wild boars galloping in my brain, lightning streaking through my sinews, something that came from the depths of the wind, from the most ancient bloodlines. I felt in the very fibers of my being the anguish of the dinosaurs, the tenacity of coelacanths, and knowing that these big fishes were still alive impelled me to go on- I donÂ’t know how to explain it now, and I donÂ’t know any more how I know all that.

She experiences the joy of freedom, the taste of dignity, and the essence of her being, the very first time in her life- whichever may be. She enjoys her newly found derives for food and sex as if she is achieving ultimate happiness through these, perhaps moving towards enlightenment. She finds her real love after losing all her bodily features which are seemingly essential in her human form and life slowly starts turning into a fairy tale for her. Over the course of time, she loses her voice too, for what do words require for in this form of life as she no more has to deal with problems of humanity- expression, etc; she relishes her newly found niche in this world of ‘wordlessness’ as she gets all other features, in exchange, which are required for authentic existence. She loses her humane voice but she gets another sort of voice, through which she writes down the account of her life which essentially, we are reading. But suddenly, ‘humanity’ strikes her, she is robbed of all kind of solaces she has developed in her form of earthly existence, she has been brutally raped for the pleasure of ‘humanity’ even when it’s not actively involved in it, but she gets hurt more when existence is not acknowledged when she is commodified.

Yvan loved me equally well as a woman and as a sow

The narrator of the story behaves in a somewhat strange manner throughout the story, as a reader you feel surprised at her reactions at times when she is being exploited. Perhaps, it accentuates our habitual fallacy as we quickly become used to, to our circumstances, or probably it reflects the basic problem with our mentality wherein we donÂ’t even recognize that we are being denied a life of dignity and honor, as, in the case of the story, the narrator mostly looks at herself from the point of view of other sex. The language of the book is razor-sharp as it strikes straight into your heart with a dagger of irony, absurdity, and shame. The tale of our nameless, mute (just humanly though) narrtor may look innocuous at the outset but if you delve deeper into it and observe closely, you would find that it points out the absurdity of metamorphosis of the narrator, in fact, we are encountered with this absurdity in both her life forms, as a masseuse in the parlor wherein she is actually working as a prostitute, she metamorphoses into an abominable beast and then she eventually turns to a sow, you feel as if you are in familiar bleak Kafkaesque world. The tale may also be a sort of protest against the upsurge of right-wing politics, almost in all major countries of the world however, the book may refer specifically to France.



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The novel is quite short for the impact may create on its readers, in fact, it's a great book for debut, for it's been written with great control and mastery. Though the language is quite fluid, and there are no long sentences infused with adjectives; in fact, the sentences are short and crisp but they are full of irony and satire, and direct which may take you off guard at times but precise enough to keep you engaged. We see that racism is also touched upon briefly in the book but in an ironic way, to ridicule our concepts of skin color. It also addresses the issue of animal meat, from the perspective of animals. The end of the story is deservingly and rightly left open-ended which, I think, entails greatness to it. I feel there is just one part of the book where I feel a bit disconnected with the narrative- when the narrator apparently turns in sow and lives with her lover in a Parisian flat, her lover who turns to a werewolf and relishes their life there, I fear that it might turn out to be one of those teenage fantasy books- such as Twilight but eventually, I feel happy to be proven wrong.

The book might be disturbing to some but it's been written to portray human existence, bare, stripped off any sort of fake consolations since humanity fundamentally is deranged as we may see from the history of our civilization. Those who would be able to brave through the book would be rewarded heftily. It's a heart-wrenching rendition of challenges one faces in a domineering world in which one tries to make way through courage, pain, isolation, alienation, anxiety, and existential angst with one's limitations, to define oneself or in other words to find one's identity. Though it raises quite a few important feministic issues but, as we say initially, it is much more than just that, it encompasses entire life, perhaps touches upon most of the things which define humanity- sex, lust, power, beliefs, morality, ethics, prejudice, exploitation, freedom, expression, love, despair, happiness, sadness and most important of all human emotions- perseverance. The tale could be interpreted in many ways as the author leaves it loose and undetermined in the conscious space of her authors, though it launches staunch critique against patriarchy, prejudice, exploitation of women, the ostensible risk associated with the power which may come through cultural and social biases but it's essentially an account of narrator's struggle in pursuit of finding herself.



I try to do what Yvan taught me, but for the opposite reason: when I crane my neck towards the Moon, itÂ’s to show, once again, a human face.

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I've come across many a happy couple in literature before but never anything quite this: two lovers being a sow and a wolf. From their various Parisian apartments (or lairs when transformation occurs) whilst trying to avoid the authorities they regularly order take-out pizzas as a way to survive: she eats the pizzas grunting with delight at getting her snout all mucky, he eats the pizza delivery guys and tries not to howl whilst staring at the moon. I think the phrase happy as a pig in shit comes to mind. Anyway, all this is kept for the last third, which was actually my least favourite part of the novel. I found it far more interesting and symbolic before, when we witness a normal woman, with a normal life, slowly start to notice strange things happening to her body. And it all starts with the appearance of a third nipple.

The nameless narrator of this fable/satire is a young woman working in a beauty parlor in a Paris of the near future, where sexual favors are of high value for females in the hunt for what really makes them them tick: perfumes, fancy ointments, and other bodily emollients for the flesh. At first the narrator becomes highly distressed when realising she is in fact turning into a pig, but gradually gets in touch with her porky side after she is kicked out by her boyfriend and left to wander the streets, where she eventually ends up giving birth to piglets. Along side the increasingly strong drive for food and sex, a lot of the narrative in the first half of the novel is the narrator's documented transformation: from changes in her complexion, extra bodily hair and increased weight around the rump area, to the loss of speech, fully-formed trotters and a little piggy wiggly corkscrew tail.

Despite it being a rather a short novel Darrieussecq crams a lot of stuff in: our narrator; with all that is going on with her body, is sexually held captive, nearly slaughtered by her own mother, seen as the face of a fascist political campaign, gets trapped in a cathedral crypt, is the guest of honour at an orgy for sick perverts, and falls in love with a businessman who also happens to be a wolf. This was my third Darrieussecq novel and it easily ranks as my favourite. The writing was quirky and sharp, and as first novels go it's one of the most original I've ever read. Jean-Luc Godard bought the rights to make a movie but that was never going to work. If France had a Studio Ghibli Japan then I'd say this would make for one crazy animated film. Only it would most definitely not be for kids!fiction france101 s MJ Nicholls2,101 4,441

You have this friend, she’s been out of work for months. Then she gets this gig at a perfume counter, which also involves being a prostitute. She is routinely abused by her “clients” who use her for increasingly perverse sexual practices. She is also, at that time, transforming into a sow. You keep calling to meet for a coffee, but all you get is the answer machine, oinking and grunting her absence. You hear she’s taken up with a politician who sweeps her into the dark sexual underbelly of Paris’s powerful elite, where her fluctuating pigginess proves popular with the higher-ups she lets abuse her rectally. You can forget trying to reach her now. She’s leading a new life with her six teats and wolf boyfriend, she has no time for YOU. It’s frustrating when friends fall away. (This is a delightfully surreal tale with no paragraph breaks).distaff novels pernod-and-gauloises42 s Celeste Corrêa 330 206

A fusão dos universos femininos e suínos.

A metamorfose de um humano no corpo de um animal não é inédito na literatura; contudo, neste livro, alcança contornos muito angustiantes para a minha condição de mulher.
Há machismo, prostituição e banalização da mulher num texto com passagens incomodativas que me provocaram repulsa.
A própria autora inicia o livro suplicando a todas as pessoas que possam sentir-se chocadas com esse facto que tenham a bondade de lhe perdoar.

Escrito em 1996, é ambientado na França dum futuro próximo pois a moeda Euro já circula.
Não acompanho a sociedade francesa, mas sou de opinião que a autora pretende passar uma mensagem universal e não apenas descrever a conjuntura do seu país.
Uma jovem desempregada consegue um emprego numa perfumaria, que é também local de massagens, sexo e humilhações.
Começa a engordar e transforma-se gradualmente numa porca gorda não de acordo com o estereótipo de beleza exigido às mulheres e passa por vicissitudes não completamente explicadas ou difíceis de entender.
Um relacionamento amoroso termina; ela e o seu novo namorado, transformado em lobo, apenas podem sair ao crepúsculo pois não devem ser vistos ou arriscam uma denúncia à SPA.

«Doravante sou porca a maior parte do tempo, é mais prático para a vida na floresta.»

No Brasil intitularam o livro «Porcarias» - bem mais perto do original francês «Truismes» -, pois palavra truie em francês, significa porca, como me ensinou uma amiga fluente no idioma.marie-darrieussecq31 s Zadignose261 161

"No one talked in there, they all screamed, sang, drooled, ate on all fours and that kind of thing. We had fun."

This stunning book caught me completely by surprise, it is brilliant, and it's right up my alley. It's full of viciousness and humor, remarkable understatement in the midst of insane circumstances, and bitter, intense irony. It is a madcap romp through a hell in which our culture's most sadistic fantasies are made a concrete reality.

Outrage at the commodification of women is quite apparent throughout. For instance, the protagonist has little to complain about when she is gang raped and forced to have sex with dogs, but she's more profoundly hurt when someone refers to her as "not so hot."

Apathy is also brutally skewered. E.g., when hearing authorities laugh about a plan to convert prisoners into pigs to butcher them and sell them as meat, the protagonist's only reaction is "personally, I've never understood anything about politics."

Intense absurdism is everywhere. At any moment, the reader can anticipate being baffled, startled, and confronted with the most ridiculous and unexpected circumstances. Yet the book remains cohesive. It doesn't fall apart, there's a consistent--though consistently odd--narrative.

One of the most amazing things about the book is the strangely sunny attitude of the protagonist. Things don't get her down all that much, most of the time. She even has sympathy where you would think sympathy were impossible. E.g., she worries about the well-being of people who have cruelly victimized her in every possible way.

The book is full of zingers and amazing punchlines as well.

I think it would be fair to call this a perfect book.20th-century stuff-to-share23 s S?e?a?n?904 465

Breezy little feminist dystopian romp that devolves into a frantic race to break every taboo and still mean something by the end. I'd love to see the faces of the right-wing censors if this got slipped in between some copies of Animal Farm at the school library.2024 dystopian16 s Marcos117 13

a momentos eran 2 estrellas y a momentos 4, no sé gestionarlo sorry. si me viniese alguien a preguntarme si es un buen libro o no, os juro que no sabría qué responder. leedlo supongo13 s Henning33 1 follower

Few books have touched me as this one has!
At the time of reading it, ten or so years ago, I actually got really scared and had a hard time sleeping for a couple of days. It's so bizarre but in a sense so realistic and true too human behaviour that it far exceeded the horror of most I'd seen/read up too that point (and still today). The naive narrator and how she, from her perspective, focuses and draw the readers attention to what she thinks is important and how she hides things from herself or society and possibly how society views her together with the span from somewhat comical events to almost unbearable dark ones, yet within a frame of what is possibly all too human (and in the same instance not, she is, after all a pig) really made this book an eye opener for me, or rather, a mind opener.

This is one of those books you carry around all your life and in your mind open up, more or less voluntarily, to use for reference in your everyday events, while watching the news and reality TV or just reading about all crazy shit going on around in the world while you're stuffing nachos on the couch. It's so filled with nuances and context and so much material for thought that it, after more then ten years, still keeps on giving.

So basically, it's a book that takes a couple of hours to read and will take a couple of decades to forget, all while getting several new takes on the phrase "Ignorance is bliss". I gave it a freaking five star rating as it profoundly reshaped the core of what is me, but at the same time I think it's terrible and wouldn't recommended it to anyone.12 s João ReisAuthor 88 books575

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"Estranhos Perfumes", de Marie Darrieussecq. Tradução de Miguel Serras Pereira.
Com este livro bizarríssimo e violento, M. Darrieussecq criou uma história surrealista sobre uma sociedade ditatorial que tem início num período não determinado. A narradora-protagonista trabalha numa perfumaria ou, para se ser mais correto, num misto de casa de massagens com bordel, e vai sofrendo, ao longo de toda a narrativa, uma metamorfose, transformando-se em porca. É então sujeita a todo o género de violências sexual, física e psicológica, encarando todos os abusos com uma naturalidade ingénua, infantil, para não dizer indiferença, o que atribui ao romance um ambiente opressivo e angustiante. O estilo fluido, o sarcasmo, o humor negro e a ausência de parágrafos tornam a leitura viciante, e conquanto algumas abordagens rocem o cliché (a porca como símbolo da mulher vista como um naco de carne, o homem-lobo), é um livro de estreia originalíssimo, e é interessante constatar como um livro escrito em 1996 antecipa já muitos dos temas em voga na atualidade, embora o faça com um estilo literário que, ao contrário do que aconteceu na época, jamais se tornaria comercialmente apelativo nos dias que correm. Um livro com um tom muito europeu, muito francês, de uma enorme brutalidade, que pode ser alvo de várias leituras. Para quem as quiser fazer.
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A most bizarre and violent book. M. Darrieussecq wrote a surrealist story about a dictatorial society that arises in the near future. The protagonist-narrator works in a perfume shop or, let's be honest, in a mix of a massage parlor and a brothel, and she undergoes, throughout the entire narrative, a metamorphosis, transforming herself into a pig. She is then subjected to all kinds of sexual, physical, and psychological violence, facing all abuses with a naive, child naturalness, or even indifference, which provides the novel its oppressive and distressing vibe. Its fluid style, sarcasm, dark humor, and the absence of paragraphs make the reading addictive, and while some parts verge on the cliché (the pig as a symbol of the woman seen as a piece of meat, etc.), this was a very original debut novel, and it is interesting to see how a book written back in 1996 already anticipated many of the issues being discussed right now, although it does so with a literary style that, un what happened at that time, would never become commercially appealing these days. A very European, very French, quite brutal novel. 13 s Ana Cristina Lee713 304

Marranadas, o cuando Amélie Nothomb encontró a Kafka Franz y la cosa no salió bien. A mí no me ha acabado de gustar, pero le pongo 3 estrellas porque reconozco que tiene literatura y es un esfuerzo creativo importante, no en vano fue finalista del Goncourt y ha vendido un millón de ejemplares en todo el mundo.

Es difícil decir de qué va, más bien es lo que quiere decir, la tesis, con la que estoy totalmente de acuerdo. Básicamente la explotación del cuerpo de la mujer como objeto sexual, llevado a limites extremos. Pero la manera de exponerlo, aunque muy cruda y original, no me ha convencido. A pesar de ser breve se me ha hecho larga y predecible.
2,5*contemporánea humor11 s2 comments Francine Maessen639 45

I never thought I would be the kind of person who would become a vegetarian, but some of the books I read lately made me reconsider eating meat and I'm afraid this book was the last drop.

Pig Tales is about a young, naive, ambitious sex worker who slowly turns into a pig. It is set in some dystopian setting but that doesn't really play a big role (you don't even start to notice until the end of the novel), because everything is focalized from her perspective and she's just not that into politics. Darrieussecq examines the bounderies between human and animal and the way we marginalize people by describing them as more animal than human (we are kind of used of women being called "fat pigs," but what if the woman in question is actually turning into a pig?). Best of all, I started taking the side of the pig. Towards the end of the novel, the main character just seems more... content when she is a sow, so why would we see her losing her human form as a bad thing?postmodernism9 s ?pek Dadakç?249 263

Di?i Domuz alegorik bir hikâye. ?simsiz kad?n anlat?c?n?n y?llar sonra ba??ndan geçenleri yazd???n? anlatmas?yla aç?l?yor bu k?sa roman. Her ?eyin Paris’te bir parfümeride i?e girmesiyle ba?lad???n? ö?reniyoruz: Anlat?c? bir masaj salonu gibi de i?leyen bu parfümeride zaman içinde para ve ba?ka kazançlar için mü?terilerle beraber oluyor ve ayn? zamanda vücudu yava? yava? bir domuza dönü?meye ba?l?yor. ??tah? art?yor, domuz etinden i?renip çiçekleri yeme iste?i duymaya ba?l?yor, bel bölgesi ya?lan?yor, önüne geçemedi?i ?ekilde kilo al?yor ve çok geçmeden bir domuza dönü?tü?ünü fark ediyor.

Bu k?sa roman?n ilk yar?s?nda yazar?n daha çok kad?nlara dayat?lan toplumsal roller ve güzellik alg?s?, do?um kontrolünün bile salt kad?n?n sorumlulu?u olarak görülmesi, kad?n?n cinsel arzu ve isteklerinin yad?rganarak bunlar? bir ?ekilde ifade eden kad?nlar?n cezaland?r?lmas?, ikili ili?kilerin Engels’in de savundu?u gibi mevcut düzende bir ç?kar sa?lama vesilesine dönü?mesi gibi meseleler üzerine ele??tirisini okuyoruz. Bu aç?dan daha çok feminist bir alegorik hikâye kitab?n ilk yar?s?. ?kinci yar?da ise okur kendini distopik bir evrende buluyor ve hikâye politik bir alegoriye de dönü?üyor. Yak?n bir gelecekte, iç sava??n oldu?u Paris’te siyasi bir liderin de dahil olmas?yla ilerleyen hikâye bir totaliter rejim ele?tirisi olarak devam ediyor. Afrikal?lar?n ten renginin de?i?tirici kremlerin sat?ld???, zaten kimsenin yapmak istemedi?i mesleklere mahkum edilen Arap az?nl???n öldürüldü?ü, bak?mevi ve bar?naklar?n devlete yük olarak görülüp kapat?ld???, asl?nda her ?eyin daha fazla ciro amac? güttü?ü ama insanlara ‘daha sa?l?kl?’ kisvesi alt?nda sunuldu?u, olas?l?k dahilinde olmas?yla ürkütürken öngörüleriyle de yazara hayranl?k uyand?ran bir distopik evren okuyoruz.

Arka kapak yaz?s?n? okuyunca sevece?imi tahmin etmi?tim, yan?ltmad?. Çekincesiz, olmas? gerekti?i gibi rahats?z edici ve ba??ndan kalkmadan okudu?um etkileyici bir kitap.10 s Iris ? (dreamer.reads)476 994

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Llegué a este libro sin conocer absolutamente nada acerca de él, fue un regalo de mi madre, una auténtica lectora voraz. Me lo recomendó con tanto fervor que ardía en deseos de sumergirme entre sus páginas y lo cierto, es que lo que he encontrado entre ellas ha sido bestial.

Esta historia está narrada por nuestra protagonista, una mujer que empieza a notar cambios muy radicales en su cuerpo, en sus gustos culinarios y en su piel. Su día a día se ve paulatinamente alterado así como sus comportamientos. Son varias fases las que se van sucediendo hasta que finalmente se convierte en una cerda.

Estamos ante un escrito hilarante, crítico y destructivo con momentos repulsivos pero sobretodo con un poder de entretenimiento mayúsculo. Leerlo supone pasar una breve etapa de descubrimiento y de conocimiento en un grado muy elevado gracias a su potencial originalidad.

Es inevitable comparar el paralelismo entre esta novela y «La metamorfosis» de Kafka en la que el protagonista, una mañana se despierta convertido en una enorme cucaracha. Siendo este último una obra maestra de la literatura y sin querer quitarle mérito, pienso que Marie ha hecho un gran trabajo.

En definitiva, nos encontramos ante un texto muy diferente y complejo, con una narración directa, detallada y sin censura. Muy recomendable para lectores que buscan novelas que sorprendan, con tramas alocadas y amantes de obras distópicas. Además tiene una narración muy singular que no pasa inadvertida.9 s divayorgun106 9

Son zamanlarda güzellik ve beden alg?s? ile ilgili o kadar çok kitap okudum ki Di?i Domuz da bunlardan biri.

Hikaye isimsiz bir kad?n anlat?c?n?n Paris'in en ünlü parfümericisinde çal??mas?yla ba?l?yor ard?ndan genç kad?n?n bedeni üzerinde ya?ad??? de?i?iklikleri,tüketim toplumunu,insan?n evrimi, kad?nl???na dair pek çok ele?tiriyi, döngü ve içdüleri aç?kl?yor Di?i Domuz..

Toplumsal cinsiyet rollerine vurgu yaparken,çirkinle?en kad?n-erkek ili?kilerine ve bir kad?n?n bu kadar yozla?man?n içinde çürümek yerine varolma mücadelesi vermesine tan?k oluyoruz.

Ruhu ile bedeni aras?nda s?k???p kal?rken acaba bu kad?n arzular?n?n pe?inde mi ko?may? seçecektir yoksa kad?nl?k güdülerine mi?

Récemment, j'ai lu tant de livres sur la beauté et la perception du corps que The Female Pig est l'un d'entre eux.

L'histoire commence avec une narratrice anonyme qui travaille dans la parfumerie la plus célèbre de Paris, puis Le cochon femelle explique les changements que la jeune femme subit sur son corps, la société de consommation, l'évolution de l'homme, les nombreuses critiques sur la féminité, les cycles et les instincts.

Tout en mettant l'accent sur les rôles de genre, nous assistons à la défiguration des relations homme-femme et à la lutte d'une femme pour l'existence au lieu de pourrir dans une telle dégénérescence.

Alors qu'elle est coincée entre son âme et son corps, cette femme choisira-t-elle de poursuivre ses désirs ou ses instincts féminins?9 s Hux206 30

An easy to read (it breezes along) but mostly forgettable satire that adds nothing new in regards to the issue of gender. Had I read this in the 90s (when it was published), I might have been more impressed but, in the current climate, I would say the book has actually aged quite badly. What is being satirised isn't always clear but there seems to be an obvious attack on men using women as meat which, in better hands, might be worth exploring but here, is somewhat undermined by the fact that the main character also uses herself as meat. Again, this might be the implied criticism but it's never overt and it all feels rather obvious and unoriginal. People are animals. Men are predators. Women are meat. Yawn.

So the general method for exploring this idea involves a story about a young woman who becomes a sex worker then, as the novel goes along, begins to transform into a pig. To the background of this we have a kind of dystopian political landscape in France where totalitarians take over and, further along, an implication that others also become animals but can switch back to human when necessary. Yvan, one of her many lovers, for instance, becomes a wolf but has trained himself to do it only at full moons (pulling that particular myth into the narrative).

Stories this have been done before and done much better. As far as the theme of exploring our animal nature is concerned, Lady into Fox by Garnett is a superior book that looks at the issue from the husband's perspective; he suffers by having to watch the woman he loves descend into a visceral existence that cannot include him. There is more subtlety and romance, more heartbreak and charm. But here, it's all rather self-pitying and devoid of awareness (hence aged badly). But hey, there's more sex and innuendo so that's something. Ultimately, when the protagonist is a self-indulgent narcissist who treats her own body as a disposable pleasure unit, it's hard to condemn or make judgements about anyone else doing the same. So all you're left with is a story about a whore feeling sorry for herself in a world where people don't treat each other very nicely or with respect.

You don't say?9 s1 comment Nathália148 33

My favourite reads are often ones able to converse with thoughts, memories, experiences, feelings found inside my mind, which remained remarkable enough to be granted immortality, never fade. Truismes is a sardonic, tragicomic coming-of-age tale that reeks of fresh authenticity. That said, Darrieussecq’s debut novel had me thinking of two masterpieces - Dogville (Lars von Trier) and Raw (Julia Ducournau). Our unnamed narrator, as Grace in Dogville is not only innocent and naïve, but rather extremely conformist, willing to surrender to all of society’s perversity for as long as it is “humanly” possible. Even so, the novel never falls prey of excessive victimisation or sentimentality, delivering a thorough contemplation of the complexity of female agency in face of a dehumanizing oppression. Julia Ducournau’s films deal with the female body as a reflection of her character’s inner moods, unspeakable truths, unbearable struggles, which transcend the limits of language and, in turn, manifest as body reactions or transformations. Truismes competently follows a similar approach with the fluid transition of our protagonist into a sow (truie in French). This serves to mirror the bestiality with which women are handled in this (sadly realistic) dystopian Paris, while also questioning the human value in face of our ingrained speciesism.
Unfortunately, the genius word play is lost in translation, as is the title’s double meaning. Truisms seem to dictate our protagonist’s human trajectory, preventing her from using her intellect and self-will until she turns into a „truie“, which ironically renders her freer from enslaving norms leading, however, to ineludible marginalisation.

Truismes performs a clever and sharp social exploration through topics such as beauty and gender norms, sexuality, misogyny, consent, identity, patriarchy, environment, corruption, alienation, classism, disability and, of course, Otherness.

As a psychoanalyst, Darrieussecq brilliantly conveys the concept of sublimation through art, gifting her protagonist some much needed, although painful awareness of our dichotomous nature. Freedom in the dark reaches of Otherness.favorites read-in-march-2210 s Vendedor de rápida 676 68

No había caído en la cuenta de que ‘Marranadas’ ya se había publicado en castellano a finales de los 90 hasta que me lo dijo ayer una amiga. No es que pensara que tenía que ser una novedad. De hecho me chocó que pese a su aire de fábula distópica, la acción se situase sobre el año 2000. Pero sí pensé en algún momento (además de en Sade o Ballard) en Houllebecq y sus últimas anticipaciones de los días de pasado mañana pensados con los trending topics de hoy. No porque Darrieussecq parezca obsesionada con gobiernos islamistas y los orgullos de chalecos amarillos, sino precisamente porque parece que le preocupa justamente lo contrario. Leyendo una breve reseña de su novela de cuando se publicó a finales de los 90 me entero de que el libro en Francia fue interpretado como una sátira contra Le Pen. Ella creo que lo negó o le restó importancia con razón, subrayando que la novela es sobre todo fantasía y ficción, pero tardé unos segundos en darme cuenta de que obviamente se referían a Le Pen padre, todavía a años luz de lo logrado por su hija, y de repente me pareció todo más inquietante, la novela pero sobre todo los telediarios que se nos vienen encima.
8 s Nate D1,603 1,104

Scathing deadpan pitch-black satire, first on the more personal horrors of being a women within modern society, then a broader survey of society and politics, building into a truly cataclysmic fervor. In sheer startlingly hilarious vitriol, delivered in a mad rush of increasing insanity (with lack of paragraph breaks to match), even punctuated by surreal moments of calm and odd beauty, this most reminds me of Roland Topor's Joko’s Anniversary, which few other works can approach. Darrieussecq followed this Goncourt Prize-shortlisted debut with other odd and gut-wrenching novels My Phantom Husband, but never again hit this level of fervor.animal-lovers dystopiary favorites ...more7 s Stephanie SunAuthor 3 books347

Girl meets boy. Girl starts gaining weight. Girl gets work in the oldest profession in the world, is upbeat about it.

Girl grows extra breast... or two or three or four...

And a curly tail.

Darrieussecq can't be accused of holding back in her first novel. She covers a lot of ground: from the dark side of heterosexual relations in modern Paris, to the end of the world. In the end, however, it's a tad too much, ahem, red meat on the chopping block for a 134 page novel.

I love eating and reading the offal truth, but this was a bit of a disappointment.dead-tree debuts jung-at-heart ...more6 s Jana1,116 471

I don't when women go overboard with their physical analysis adding feminism and irony. In this story a seductive woman became a pig and her lover became a wolf. And it was boring. Yes, I understand. Women are still seen as meat, men are still predators. I can handle that and I didnÂ’t surround myself with people who think this and professionally every job is a battle. Tough shit but unfortunately that's life. I hated Good in bed by Jennifer Weiner and although wtf! this is so not the same genre but the same female nagging is present. a word pig, eating a pig, counting calories defines me as much as word wolf defines men. This is something that I don't to read in my free time. The same and constant bullshit that can be read in Cosmopolitan as on feminist.com just with different front cover package. fiction south5 s Belinda Lorenzana129 22

Lo más notable de este texto es que ondea. Cuando una la está leyendo, no se sabe si sentir lástima, risa, miedo, asco o excitación sexual. La personaje, de entrada, no fue provista de voluntad y, cuando experimenta algún impulso que la lleva a "moverse", este es equiparable al celo de los animales. No se puede establecer una identificación con ella, por lo tanto. Una se limita a hacer gestos conforme pasan las páginas, porque la protagonista ni siquiera es capaz de despertar compasión. Un acierto, me parece.

La novelita es absurda, futurista, desesperanzada, burlona de sí misma, desagradable la mayor parte del tiempo. Sí funciona. Aunque, obviamente, yo no la puedo amar.narrativa5 s Daniella256 586 Want to read

I might reserve this for an Experimental Read sometime soon.

Pig Tales and I go way, way back. When I was a sophomore in college many years ago, I remember my Lit professor introduced me to this novel and it really fucked me up--in a good way. (She was the same professor who introduced Haruki Murakami, Banana Yoshimoto, Orhan Pamuk and Kazuo Ishiguro to me.)

This story focuses on the objectification of women in society, an issue that has always intrigued me. I'm excited to go back to this and see how my views differed throughout the years.5 s elizabeth45 10

an odd one. it saddened me that it became more obviously, extravagantly futuristic in its setting as it progressed, but this is less a fault of the author's than my own sense that a woman turning into a pig is an entirely possible event in a Parisian parfumarie. but i realize that not everyone has such a troubled relationship with skin conditions or the french.5 s Ed Erwin1,019 118

I just realized I'd never added this to my "read" list. I guess that's because I could never figure out what I think about it. It is a sort of dark magical realism that I should , but somehow didn't much.fantasy sf-francaise5 s küb89 9

?smi bilinmeyen ba?karakterimizin Paris’te bir parfümeride çal??maya ba?lamas?yla hikaye ba?l?yor. Sonras?nda fiziksel tatmin, ?ehvet, arzu, i?tah pe?inde devam ederken vücudunda anlamad??? ama i?ine yarad??? için sevdindi?i de?i?imler geçirmeye ba?l?yor. Böyle bahsedince anla??l?r k?l?n?yor ama kesinlikle sert ve k?sa bir metin. Çok net anla??lan göndermeleri nedeniyle kad?n okuyucular aç?s?ndan daha k?ymet görecek bir kitap olabilece?ini dü?ünüyorum. Kad?n olmak esas?nda erkek egemen düzende kad?n olmak, kad?n erkek rolleri üzerine distopik say?lacak bir metin.
1996 y?l?nda yaz?lm?? olmas? ve yazar?n psikanalist olmas? detaylar? bence çok k?ymetli.
Ben merakla ve bir ç?rp?da okudum.4 s Yaprak326 96

Marie Darrieussecq'in 1996 y?l?nda yay?mlanan roman? Di?i Domuz, bir parfümeride çal??maya ba?layan isimsiz anlat?c? kad?n?n, gelen mü?terilerle cinsel ili?ki ya?amaya ba?lamas?yla birlikte bir domuza dönü?mesini konu ediniyor. Alegorik bir dönü?üm hikayesi olan Di?i Domuz'u okurken akl?ma Ionesco'nun Gergedanlar eseri geldi. Onu da çok severim.

Belli ki bu alegorik metamorfoz hikayesinde bir kad?n?n bedeninin de?i?mesi, dönü?mesi, domuza benzemesi ve hatta pis, çürük bir hal almas? eril dünyan?n koku?mu? ve çürümü? yap?s?na dair bir ele?tiri niteli?inde. Kitab?n ilerleyen bölümleriyle birlikte karakterin de?i?imi yerini daha çok kaosa sahip bir toplumda hayatta kalma mücadelesine b?rak?yor.

Kitab? dikkat çekici ve ilginç buldum. Kolay okunan, bir solukta ba?lan?p bitirilebilecek bir roman. Her okura hitap eder mi, bilmiyorum. Muhafazakar bir okursan?z baz? k?s?mlar sizi rahats?z edebilir belki. Ama edebiyat biraz da ufuk açmak için de?il mi zaten? :)

Bir de sinemaya hala neden uyarlayan olmam?? ?a??rd?m :)4 s tattwa255 198

W momencie premiery mog?a by? wywrotowa, dzi? ta ksi??ka jest po prostu konstatacj?: warto mie? z ty?u g?owy, ?e "?wi?stwo" zosta?o napisane prawie ?wier? wieku temu i je?li wpisuje si? dzi? w popularn? narracj?, to raczej dlatego, ?e wtedy budowa?o pod ni? fundamenty.
Dziwna, niesamowicie dziwna ksi??ka. Infantylna naiwno?? narratorki i g?ównej bohaterki zarazem kontrastuje z eskalacj? przemocy i wynaturzenia. Darrieussecq podaje na tacy pe?en zestaw: jest tu przemoc seksualna (w pe?nej rozpi?to?ci, od podszczypywania, nierealnych standardów dot. estetyki kobiecego cia?a oraz uprzedmiotowienia i ?artów a? do scen rodem z "Salo" Pasoliniego), jest satyra na rz?dy konserwatywnych m??czyzn i religijny fanatyzm (przesycony - a jak?e! - hipokryzj?), jest opozycja binarna kultura-natura wchodz?ca w dialog z opozycj? binarn? m?skie-?e?skie. Jest i bardzo udana metafora traumy, której przepracowanie ostatecznie przynosi ulg? i wolno?? od presji cudzych oczekiwa?. Nie ma tu natomiast moralizatorstwa, obwiniania ofiar i najmniejszych sugestii, ?e przemiana bohaterki jest w jakimkolwiek stopniu kar? za jej ?ycie.
Chocia? forma "?wi?stwa" nie ka?dego zachwyci, to nie sposób odmówi? Darrieussecq skuteczno?ci w osi?ganiu celu. Prostota j?zyka, prostolinijno?? bohaterki, jej bierno??, akceptacja stanu rzeczy, uleg?o?? i dystans wobec spotykaj?cego j? okrucie?stwa sprawiaj?, ?e przekaz wybrzmiewa tym mocniej: najokrutniejsza i najszybciej rozprzestrzeniaj?ca si? przemoc rodzi si? z dehumanizacji, sprowadzenia drugiego cz?owieka do roli przydatnego przedmiotu, ?ród?a przyjemno?ci i rozrywki lub przeciwnie, przeszkody do zlikwidowania. Brak czynnego oporu nie sprawia, ?e ofiara przestaje by? ofiar?. Normalizowanie patologii i uznanie ruchów wykluczaj?cych za równowa?ny g?os w dyskusji publicznej prowadzi do apokalipsy.
24 lata od premiery, ale patrz?c na wyniki wyborów na ca?ym ?wiecie i radosne odradzanie si? neofaszyzmu, wnioski nie zosta?y wyci?gni?te. Nie nale?y si? wi?c przejmowa? si?, ?e dzi? "?wi?stwo" nie brzmi juz rewolucyjnie - w Polsce to wci?? lektura na czasie, ostatecznie te ?wier? wieku to mniej wi?cej tyle, ile jeste?my zapó?nieni spo?ecznie.20203 s Molly77 3

This book is about a girl with an excellent work ethic who gets a job at a perfume shop/brothel and slowly transforms into a pig. Oh, she is just the most honest, hard working girl ever. The author pulls off one of the best tranformation sequences that I have read. Very worthwhile reading, albeit the ending is a little far fetched.5 s ClaireAuthor 7 books3

A failed satire: it isn't ironic when people really think of women as meat.95-books4 s Eli A.Author 4 books67

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