Clarice Lispector.
 
New Directions: 1989. Octavo. First edition. Black boards with silver lettering along the spine. Soiling to the top edge of the text block, otherwise a very nice copy. Unclipped dust jacket has a bit of fading and mild edge wear. Very good. Scarce.
 
“Now I know: I’m alone. I and my freedom that I don’t know how to use. Great responsibility of solitude. Whoever isn’t lost doesn’t know freedom and love it. As for me, I own up to my solitude that sometimes falls into ecstasy as before fireworks. I am alone and must live a certain intimate glory that in solitude can become pain. And the pain, silence. I keep its name secret. I need secrets in order to live.”