It was a slow start for me with this novel, mostly because the rhythm was uneven. This could be the result of the translation from Italian to English, or it may simply reflect the unique cadence of the author’s writing style. Regardless, I was eventually able to adjust and found myself looking forward to any opportunity to pick up the threads of Elena and Lila’s coming of age story.

But now that I’ve finished, it’s difficult to give a review of the book…just yet. Though I followed the story with great interest and curiosity and grew fond of the main characters, when reaching the final page I was not left with the longed for feeling of satisfaction that comes with closing a book at reading’s end. And the reason lies in the fact that the story has not yet concluded. My Brilliant Friend is but the first installment of a lifelong saga of friendship.  

Friendships are complex relationships, especially the friendships of our youth. And Elena Ferrante skillfully illustrates the fine line separating generosity, love, loyalty and admiration, with the destructive powers of doubt and envy, leading even at times to fleeting moments of hatred. In truth, these forces are likely at battle in most of our relationships, though at varying degrees. And it’s refreshing to watch these passionate feelings and deeds playing out between the two young and flawed protagonists, especially as their lives become more divergent.

I’m hopeful this honest portrayal will continue as I move on to book two of The Neapolitan Novels, The Story of a New Name. And I must mention one added bonus from reading My Brilliant Friend. It has opened another channel for reflection on my own brilliant friends, of which I’m blessed with an abundance, and whom I truly admire and try never to take for granted.