Almost everyone agrees the world is not the way it ought to be. It's called the problem of evil.
I'm exposing faultlines, dealing especially with rhetoric. Showing that heterosexuality is a disease, or at least its inheritance.
The biographies of the great men see their excesses as signs of their greatness. But Jean Rhys, in her biography, is read as borderline; Anaïs Nin is borderline; Djuna is borderline; etc. etc. Borderline personality disorder being an overwhelmingly gendered diagnosis. I write in Heroines: “The charges of borderline personality disorder are the same charges against girls writing literature, I realize - too emotional, too impulsive, no boundaries. "
I think so often, especially if the work is perceived of as being drawn from life, the woman, not her book, is reviewed.
She smoked because she craved something to do with her hands, that delicate interplay of light and cup and first inhale. Craved the repetition of it. It was so difficult sometimes to be still in a room, alone with oneself. To bare oneself to the lonely.
I think the key to writing the truth of our existences, so much of this is being incubated online, is examining the conflicts and the messiness, our sometimes dividedness, dealing with gender and other hierarchies, and also our identities outside of them, deeply personal and yet somehow critical and circumspect.
I do think that memoirs by women are reviewed differently and considered somewhat outside of the canon.
It's called political economy because it is has nothing to do with either politics or economy.
When the well is dry, people know the worth of water. [so appreciate what you have while you have it]
You can forget who you are if you're alone too much.
Love provided me with a tongue and tears.