The second part of Ferrante's engrossing Neapolitan quartet is very, very intense. Ferrante presents marital rape explicitly enough for even a Neanderthal to vote for conviction in a jury trial. And while it would take somebody with far greater psychological insight than me to explain why a remarkably intelligent adolescent girl would choose to lose her virginity with an older man who once molested her, her deeply disturbing act rings true nevertheless. I love spending time with Lila and Lenu in an interior world where men play second banana for a change.
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