Lynne Ramsay’s film is a remarkable adaptation of an intense story about a life unraveling.
Die, My Love, the acclaimed debut novel by Ariana Harwicz, an Argentinian writer living in France, was published in 2012. It tells the story of an unnamed narrator who conveys her rage, contempt, and frustrated desires as she shares her life.
After a hospital stay, she appears calmer but erupts again at her son’s second birthday party:
“I hope you all die, every last one of you… Just die, my love.”
A diagnosis of postpartum psychosis does not fully explain her turmoil. Among many recent works about women confronting the challenges of motherhood — including last year’s Nightbitch — Die, My Love stands out for its extremity.
Reviewing Sylvia Plath’s Collected Poems, Philip Larkin noted the power of expressing experiences we cannot truly identify with, describing them as both shocking and sorrowful:
“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.”
This observation resonates with the unsettling nature of Die, My Love.
Author’s summary: This film adaptation captures the raw emotional turmoil and extreme experiences of motherhood portrayed in Ariana Harwicz’s intense debut novel.