i have SUCH. a love hate relationship with a little life. part of me feels so so guilty for reading it. like i shouldn’t be privy to jude’s life like this and jude’s life doesn’t deserve to be an emotional climax in a novel (which at times it does feels like to me). but i am probs only saying this cos it’s the only book to properly make me cry like sob sob. but also because it makes me feel this way i think it is a such a creative feat like it really is an astounding read but also like i wouldn’t wish the experience of reading it upon anyone. and i don’t really want it to be made into a tv series on further thought.

piglitzart:

“He hadn’t been able to look at Willem in the cab, and without anything to distract him–no forms to fill out, no doctors to talk to–he had felt himself grow cold despite the hot, muggy night and his hands begin to shake, and Willem had reached over and taken his right hand and held it in his left for the rest of the long, silent ride downtown.”

– Hanya Yanagihara, A Little Life

piglitzart:

“You jumped off the roof?” I repeated. “Why on earth would you have done such a thing?”

“It’s a good story,” he said. He even grinned at me. “I’ll tell you.”

“Please,” I said.

And then he did.

– Hanya Yanagihara, A Little Life

‘A Little Life’ Comes to the Stage. The Audience Can’t Look Away: JB, played by Majd Mardo; Willem, played by Maarten Heijmans; Ramsey Nasr as Jude; and Malcolm, played by Mandela Wee Wee