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 that her final pieces were striking and powerful, 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 writer living in France, was published in 2012 and fits this description perfectly. The unnamed narrator, who assumes multiple voices throughout the novel, expresses intense rage, contempt, and frustrated desire as she reveals her life.
She declares, “A breath of irrationality had set fire to my existence.” After a hospital stay, she appears calmer but suddenly erupts 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 capture the depth of her turmoil. Unlike many recent books and films exploring the alienation or darker feelings of motherhood—such as last year’s Nightbitch—Die, My Love is particularly extreme and raw.
This intense story offers an unflinching look at a woman’s mental and emotional collapse, challenging conventional portrayals of motherhood and identity.