Lynne Ramsay’s film is a remarkable adaptation of an intense story about a life unraveling. Reviewing Sylvia Plath’s Collected Poems, Philip Larkin noted the originality and impact of her final works, adding:
“How valuable they are depends on how highly we rank the expression of experience with which we can in no sense identify, and from which we can only turn with shock and sorrow.”
Die, My Love, the acclaimed debut novel by Ariana Harwicz, an Argentinian author living in France, published in 2012, offers just such a shock. Its unnamed narrator, who voices the entire novel, reveals her rage, contempt, and frustrated desire through the story of her life.
She is a foreigner living in the French countryside — a struggling writer overwhelmed by caring for her newborn. She harbors disdain for her husband’s sexual inadequacy while engaging in an affair with their married neighbor. As she states,
“A breath of irrationality had set fire to my existence.”
Following a hospital stay, she appears calmer but then lashes out again at her son’s second birthday party:
“I hope you all die, every last one of you… Just die, my love.”
The diagnosis of postpartum psychosis barely captures her turmoil. Amid a wave of books and films addressing the alienation and harsh realities some women face in motherhood (last year’s Nightbitch being a notable example), Die, My Love stands out for its raw extremity.
Summary: Lynne Ramsay’s film powerfully portrays the intense emotional breakdown and isolation of a foreign mother, adapting Ariana Harwicz’s unsettling novel Die, My Love.