Every Alba de Céspedes novel is a world unto itself, and nothing is more vivid, more real, more alive than the women at the center of her novels. In Her Side of the Story we have Alessandra, a protagonist who, remarkably, is named after the three-year-old brother who drowned before she was born: “His name was Alessandro, and when I was born, a few months after his death, I was burdened with the name Alessandra in order to perpetuate his memory.” It is only the first page of the novel, and already de Céspedes is laying out the groundwork of her extraordinarily complex and inimitable narrator.
Her Side of the Story is a 500-page novel, and it is every inch Alessandra’s book. The title of the novel promises her side of the story, and that is indeed exactly what it gives us. In de Céspedes’s hands, though, that “side of the story” is more than just a just a simple recounting of events: instead, the narrative feels like a kind of living document, animated by Alessandra’s love, her anguish, her frustrations, her musings, her memories. What she includes in this document, what she devotes the time and space to describe and reflect on, reveals to us what she deems important–not just important in general, but important to her in particular: to her understanding of herself and her actions, and to her project of writing this narrative.
There is so much that I can talk about when it comes to Alessandra’s/the novel’s–the two are so intertwined that to speak of one is to speak of the other–narrative interests. What stands out most to me, though, is the way that de Céspedes renders everyday life. In Her Side of the Story, de Céspedes does not transform everyday life so much as she is able to see the transformations (personal and political) inherent in it. The act of ironing a shirt, taking a walk, looking out a window, picking up groceries–in Alessandra’s narration these everyday moments become remarkable, sites of tension, tranquility, intimacy, introspection. More broadly, de Céspedes has such a talent for capturing the rhythms of everyday life, the way it is both monotonous and monumental, exhausting and exhilarating; the beauty and the dejection in it, the way it grinds people down, and yet still offers them pockets of space to linger in its richness. I say “people,” but Her Side of the Story is very specifically invested in the everyday lives of women: it’s a novel that is always attuned to the lives that women lead, to the routines that govern their days and the constant labour that underlies those routines.
Her Side of the Story is a novel that pays attention to the everyday, and it is precisely because of this that it is also a political and philosophical novel, feminist in its approach to both. There are these two words that recur throughout the narrative, often together: “love” and “happy.” In those two words is the crux of what the novel is trying to explore: the role that romantic love plays in women’s lives, and the way that love can be so easily figured as the key to their happiness. The novel sees love as fundamentally valuable and necessary to women’s lives, and yet also tenuous and dangerous, destabilizing: how can women relate to love when love, for them, so often becomes subsumed into marriage, an institution founded not on love but on patriarchal gender roles and their attendant hierarchies? What does a “happy” life look like if you’re a poor woman in mid-1900s Italy, and to what extent can marriage be part of that life? These are themes and questions that play out through Alessandra herself, but also through the various other women in her life: her mother, her grandmother, her neighbour, her friend.
Add to all of this the fact that a large part of the story takes place during WWII and it starts to look like the novel is taking on a lot–and it is, to be sure, but it absolutely lives up to its ambitions. What I’m trying to articulate about Her Side of the Story, and what I think makes it so effective, is that it is a narrative that is always able to seamlessly dilate and constrict its focus: finding the micro in the macro, and the macro in the micro. It’s about war, and it’s about getting the groceries. It’s about anti-fascist resistance, and it’s about going to sleep next to your husband every night.
My focus so far has been conceptual–and Her Side of the Story is an incredibly intelligent and astute novel–but in fact nothing in this novel is ever merely conceptual. That is, if the book works conceptually, it is only because it works emotionally. It’s a deeply poignant, devastating novel because de Céspedes shows you how these concepts–love, happiness, marriage, war–manifest in her protagonist’s life. It’s a devastating novel because it is not just love or marriage that we’re talking about, but Alessandra‘s love, Alessandra’s marriage, her life, her joy, her pain. There is no divorcing anything in the novel from Alessandra’s subjectivity, and de Céspedes draws her with such authenticity and compassion that you are always alive to her emotions, sensitive to their every shade.
All of this is to say: Her Side of the Story moved me. I read it over the course of 9 days, and for those 9 days, I was with Alessandra every step of the way. I was deeply invested in her life, I experienced every emotion alongside her, and when her story was over, I genuinely felt bereft. (I especially adored the first section of the novel, which details Alessandra’s early life with her mother, and which de Céspedes writes in such an achingly beautiful way.) I read this novel so carefully, too: de Céspedes’s nuanced writing asks that you pay attention, and I unreservedly gave her my full attention. (I reread so many parts of this novel that I’m convinced I just read the whole thing twice over.) Altogether, Her Side of the Story was not just a brilliant novel, but one that gave me such a special and memorable reading experience. It moved me, it stunned me, it devastated me, it made me cry. I’ve written so much about it in this review already, and yet I haven’t even come close to conveying its startling complexity and richness. Read it, then you’ll know.
Thanks so much to Astra House for sending me a review copy of this beautiful novel!