Lynne Ramsay’s film is a powerful adaptation of a harrowing story about a life unraveling. The movie is based on Ariana Harwicz’s debut novel, Die, My Love, originally published in 2012. Harwicz, an Argentinian author living in France, crafts an unsettling narrative through an unnamed narrator who conveys rage, contempt, and deep frustration.
The protagonist is a foreign woman living in the French countryside, struggling as a stalled writer and overwhelmed mother of a newborn. Her resentment extends toward her husband, whom she sees as sexually inadequate, while she indulges in an affair with a married neighbor.
“A breath of irrationality had set fire to my existence,”
Her mental state deteriorates further after a hospital stay, only to explode again at her son’s second birthday party:
“I hope you all die, every last one of you… Just die, my love.”
Though diagnosed with postpartum psychosis, this alone does not fully explain her turmoil. The novel and film explore extreme emotional alienation in motherhood, a subject revisited in various contemporary works.
While many recent books and films, like last year’s Nightbitch, depict women confronting the alienating aspects of motherhood, Die, My Love stands out for its raw, extreme portrayal of psychological collapse.
Reviewing Sylvia Plath’s collected poems, Philip Larkin noted that her final works were original and effective but also unsettling because “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 deeply with Harwicz’s novel, which shocks and disturbs precisely because of its honesty about a painful, isolating reality.
Die, My Love is a stark and extraordinary depiction of motherhood’s darkest struggles, capturing emotional extremes through a fiercely honest voice.