Lispector’s “Love” is a rather odd story. While it was not exactly surreal, it was so exaggerated that it at times felt surreal. It was also a pretty depressing story. As the story went along I couldn’t help but be disheartened by the constant disappointments in Anna’s life. Not necessarily because what Anna was disappointed about was so important, but because these disappointments seemed to mean so much to her. At one point Lispector describes that Anna “had gradually emerged to discover that life could be lived without happiness” (38). She goes between panicking over simple things and then accepting these oppressive truths about her life with apathy.
Also, the story is littered with oxymorons throughout. For example, “that disturbing exaltation she had often confused with unbearable happiness” (39). Anna seems most afraid of the possibility of being free and happy.
I think a lot of Anna’s issues with her day-to-day life stem from her ambivalence in her role as a wife and mother. At times she seems relatively content in these roles. “In exchange she had created something ultimately comprehensible, the life of an adult. This was what she had wanted and chosen” (39). It seems like she had sought out safety and consistency and found it when she achieved her “woman’s destiny” (38). At other times, these roles seem terribly oppressive for Anna. This seems to come out a little as she embraces her son and considered leaving everything for “the blind man’s call” (45).