Let's see how fancy we can sound! I think the problem is that I'm not sure just what that thing is. Based on the bestselling novel by Lionel Shriver and directed by Scottish filmmaker Lynne Ramsay Morverm Callar, 2002 , We Need to Talk About Kevin 2011 is a psychological thriller conducted through the memories of a mother, Eva, interpreted by Tilda Swinton Michael Clayton, 2007 of the birth, growth and tragic outcome of her firstborn. I don't know why it happens, but society usually looks to the parents for clues to the behavior, fairly or not. It was written in the description on the back of the book. This book was beautifully written, insightful, questioning and heartbreaking. In a series of letters to her estranged husband, narrator Eva dissects her family's life, from the decision to have a child to the day her son locked 9 classmates and a teacher in the gym and used them for target practice. I very much disliked the ending.
We already know Kevin is a sociopath; we already know he killed a bunch of his fellow students. He's only a few minutes old when she decides he's plotting against her. She took an interesting idea, but she took it for all the wrong reasons. There are no easy answers here, for Eva or for us. The gripping international bestseller about motherhood gone awry. It's a modern psychology dissected with words so carefully chosen, both intellectual and to-the-core precise that deconstructs a past for the sake of.
The other part of the letters traces Kevin from his conception up to the fateful Thursday. The last 100 pages, however, were actually and physically impossible to look away from, and the brisk pace of the climax, after so. Though the jig was up half-way through for me in terms of one of the last plot twists, it didn't matter and didn't detract from the facility with which the author employed the epistolary style, and the emotional punch it levelled. Not in the months that followed, when I felt a sort of guilty anger over feeling trapped with someone who certainly needed me, but didn't seem to love or even like me. I've just finished it, and had a little cry on the balcony in the bright sunshine, thinking about my mom and motherhood and blame, self-recrimination, guilt and remorse and parental love and the painfully ambiguous, sometimes tortured complexity of it all. It's like one of those optical illusions. Kevin was evil, Celia was demure, Franklin was naive, Eva was obnoxious, etc.
I don't think it was just my last minute mad dash to read this the day before my bookclub meeting that helped me to read 75% of this book in one night after work. Watch Full movie We Need to Talk About Kevin 2011 Online Free. But she isn't taking drugs and she isn't really writing letters either. We Need to Talk About Kevin Movie. But oh my, once it got going, it really got going.
I'd been a nanny for years. Every minute I was reading, I wanted to stop; yet when I put the book down, I wanted to pick it up again. Εξαιρετικό βιβλίο, page turner και υψηλή λογοτεχνία την ίδια στιγμή. Lionel Shriver è consapevole del patto che sottoscrive col lettore: ti porterò in una terra e ti farò fare un viaggio che, a te, mio lettore, sembrerà autentico, mentre invece è frutto della mia fantasia. I remember looking at him one particularly rough day and thinking, You'd better grow up to be Mozart, pal. Why did she need to repeat them to him, and in such an arrogant, condescending way? Lionel Shriver's work is bold and often crushingly sad, because she is brave enough to explore the various unhappinesses of life on earth without offering pat answers as to its causes. I had to force myself through one overstuffed sentence after another, only to be left feeling drained and dissatisfied.
We analyze movie remakes, and take each movie as a moment of a major narrative about the subject science. Author photo copyright Jerry Bauer, courtesy of Harper Collins. Was it her own fault that her son was a sociopath? When they grow up, they become sociopaths. With Franklin, he plays the part of the All-American Child, but mockingly, as Eva suspects. Sadly they are pretty much obliterated by the darker themes of this story.
As far as goes, I could not put it down. I first thought Shriver was taking the easy way out to explain Kevin's mass murder as the product of a truly evil, unstoppable, beyond redemption monster. Although saying it was enjoyable in the normal sense of the word would be a stretch, none the less, it was a novel I could not put down. It was a thought-provoking, slow-paced, disturbing, emotional, and difficult read but I think it was well worth it. Kevin's mother struggles to love her strange child, despite the increasingly vicious things he says.
We kind of sidetrack at the end towards other directors, their methods and role of actors in productions. A glass-eyed antique doll given as a Christmas present. Although not for lack of trying on Eva's behalf: Kevin is a difficult child, he thwarts Eva at every turn and responds only to Franklin. Whether or not you are a parent I am not , you cannot help but feel that you've been given a rare insight into someone's worst nightmare, because you have -- whatever angle you are viewing from -- and there is nowhere to go to depersonalize or escape it. Eva is the mother of the infamous Kevin Khatchadourian, the architecht of the Gladstone High School massacre. I wish I could say that Eva's so horrible that I couldn't relate to her but a teeny-tiny part of me did, especially at the start. I didn't even think that counseling might be an option because Franklin 100% believed that his son was fine and probably would have opposed Eva if she had suggested it.
The risks only start with possible physical abnormality. All the characters were suddenly revealed as the complete opposite to what they'd been for the other 400 pages, and I felt a little cheated. The topic is horrifying, the characters are hateful and not just the characters that commit mass murders and the writing style is the worst of all. How can I so deeply love a book that is this agonisingly ugly?? Right from the start, I unconsciously sided with Eva. The characters are so very unlikable. The Manicheans, the Bogomils, the Cathars, and the Shakers all had proprietary techniques for surviving until they could be rescued from a world that was obviously created by a cruel demigod. There is no clear truth or explanation why, a matter on which all sides, including the reader, must--against our human desire for explanation, order-out-of-chaos, resolution--reluctantly come to agree.