La hora de la estrella by Clarice Lispector

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You could say she takes pleasure in the little things: listening to the Radio Clock, going to the movies once a month, painting her nails bright red, sipping cold coffee before bed, and drinking Coca-Cola, and imagining being like Marilyn Monroe.

Weirdly (at least to the narrator), she seems oblivious to how sad her life is. She works as a typist, but it looks like she might not be keeping that job for very long. She now lives with four other girls in the slums of Rio de Janeiro. Macabéa was raised by a mean-we're talking evil-stepmother mean-aunt in the Northeastern part of Brazil. So worked up, in fact, that takes him almost as much time to talk about telling it as it does to tell it. He's sophisticated, suave, and super worked up about how in the world he's going to tell this story. She's a poor, underfed, unattractive, sickly, and inexperienced nineteen-year-old girl who works and lives in Rio de Janeiro, Brazil.Īnd now meet your narrator, Rodrigo S.M. You're probably not going to want to be her friend.

La hora de la estrella by Clarice Lispector