At first, I really thought that I like this book so much. Sure it’s about mother-daughter relationship, feminism, arts, music and Vienna. “No art can possibly comfort HER then, even though art is credited with many things, especially ability to offer solace. Sometimes, of course, art create suffering in the first place.”
The story portrayed a life of a lustful woman name Erika. The whole thing was about Erika, Erika and Erika. Every sentences started with Erika. Although the writing style bored me greatly, even made it more difficult for me to stick with the book but the plot was really interesting. Feminism and art, right? I’m in. So, this piano teacher, Erika, at her late 30s, has been controlled by her mother for her whole life and of course Erika blamed her mother for everything. Erika went to see the prostitutes got naked in a peephole. I thought, “okay, that was interesting, I wanted to learn more”. There’re some (a lot actually)pornography scenes such as, her male student masterbate himself when seeing the teacher movement while she played the piano. I thought, “okay what am I supposed to learn from this? Let’s read just for fun then” Erika always has the sexual desire but never had it because what she does in her entire life was teaching music, complain about everything and obey her mother. And that’s it. I try to find the motivation to continue. But I’m too tired to drag myself reading something I don’t enjoy. I don’t judge the author or the story. It is just me. I don’t get it. I did couple of research about the author and the book, and found some very good critique and also some disgraceful result about the award.
on a positive side, at least I can mark off this reading out of my Female Nobel Prize in Literature reading goal.