I have always found the writing of Marguerite Duras painful. Her life is so entwined with the exquisite dissections of lives under duress that I remain in awe.
In "Moderato Cantibile" the magnolias take on a mythic proportion.
Chapeau!
The magnolias in the novella are white.
Over time, they have softened, in my mind, to pink...
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