{"product_id":"matate-amor-ariana-harwicz","title":"Die, My Love, Ariana Harwicz","description":"\u003cp\u003eI wrote *Die, My Love* with a vengeful spirit. I remember nothing but that, one afternoon at the end of a summer of thunderstorms in 2011, at my house in the French countryside, I threw myself onto the grass, that is, \"I reclined on the grass among fallen trees and had the impression of carrying a knife with which I was going to bleed myself out with a swift cut to the jugular.\" I remember getting up from the grass with a bloody neck, walking straight to my room, entering through the window, and sitting down to write the first sentence of what would become *Die, My Love*. But that wasn't writing. What they call writing is a lie, it's something to doubt, what they call writing is always something else, a war, sleepwalking, seeing enemies everywhere, it's something from another dimension.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp\u003eWord by word, phrase by phrase, comma by comma, period by period, nothing was corrected or altered by any editor in any edition. Not because it's brilliant or out of superstition, but to preserve in that first page the unique music of that late summer afternoon in 2011. To write to make disappearance endure. I wrote then, as an act of reckoning, as a pact with the mafia, if it's not allowed to shoot, burn stables, or kidnap neighbors, at least it's another way to take justice into one's own hands.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp\u003eI wrote *Die, My Love* while sleeping with the maddening cry of the baby above me, watching the cats under the frost, with rodents parading through the house, with the AJJJAJJJ of an owl spitting out brains it couldn't swallow, and without knowing I was writing a novel, without being anything, much less a writer. How disgusting to speak, she says, how disgusting to write. To write without knowing one is writing, to write anti-writing, the high dream of every writer.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp\u003eFourteen years have passed since that time I threw myself onto the grass in a demented state; *Die, My Love* was brought to trial and was read in a sentence by a French provincial judge. I dreamed I was waiting for him at the exit of the Provincial Court and I killed him, or that I followed him home and poisoned him. The novel was cited against me as: \"an example that a novel in which the character hates motherhood makes the author a bad mother.\" Writing is not, as they want us to believe today, adhering to an ideology, campaigning for an ideology, submitting to an identity; writing is opposing the world.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp\u003eThis work was adapted to film under its original English title, *Die, My Love*, and premiered in Official Competition at the Cannes Film Festival in May 2025. Produced by Martin Scorsese and directed by Lynne Ramsay, it starred Jennifer Lawrence and Robert Pattinson. Close to the Thomas Bernhard universe, this novel reveals to us that it is in language that the only possible freedom resides.\u003c\/p\u003e","brand":"Sur Books","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":44150011035699,"sku":null,"price":37.0,"currency_code":"AUD","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0688\/4281\/5539\/files\/12.png?v=1774525078","url":"https:\/\/www.surbooks.com.au\/en\/products\/matate-amor-ariana-harwicz","provider":"Sur Books","version":"1.0","type":"link"}