http://msarki.tumblr.com/post/110388041628/shame-by-annie-ernaux
I, so far, have found it rather captivating how Ernaux begins this novel with
My father tried to kill my mother one Sunday in June... and then really never mentions it again, and instead adroitly details a child's life in which we might understand why.
Annie Ernaux certainly identifies with shame, and has since the age of twelve. She carries it with her even to this day. As foreign as this concept may at first seem, and as important as the personal questions are that follow it, her identity, I gather, is based on a connection made between the shame she has carried since the age of twelve and the intensely heightened emotional and physical sensation she experiences to this day through orgasm. Now that is not a slim picking, but rather novel, and written in so few pages.