I wished I could explain what had happened since we had last met. How people were rounded up late at night and how at sunrise, it looked as though nothing had happened. How dad was imprisoned for his journalism, shot at, exiled to Germany.
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The otherness
She just doesn’t like the idea of metamorphosis. It terrifies her to picture that some unforeseeable change could take place in her body abruptly and she’d wake up a foreign object.
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Metamorphosis
You may think of Kafka; you may think of Ovid; you may think of Transformers, of cars turning into terrifying robots.
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Darker, longer, tougher, stronger
If this were a novel, the writer might have preferred an epiphany to occur right here; but in reality, it took some more time to realise how I had changed in the four seasons I had been away.
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Just words
The capacity to imagine has always been the driving force behind feminism; a radical, stubborn, luminous imagination which has allowed women, again and again, to move beyond the narrow confines of the possible.
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On male refractions
Recently I have begun to wonder to what extent we conceal a more mundane reality when we assign ideological narratives to these extremists: that of cowardice or an inability to confront male inadequacy.
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