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Dear Anna, Moving back and forth between early modern Italy and Nazi-occupied Florence, your book Artemisia, tr. Shirley D’Ardia Caracciolo (2003. Original: Artemisia, 1947) unfolds as in a…… Read more “Nothing holds the wind back from its wings”
Tag: Fictional biography
She sounded like a killing wind
Dear Sarah, In your debut novel See What I Have Done (2017), we are brought inside the dysfunctional household of the Border family, only to be trapped,…… Read more “She sounded like a killing wind”
From now on I shall only wear white,
Dear Nuala, Sometimes I feel that your novel Miss Emily (2015) is haunted by the ghost of something – a bird? – it distractedly let slip out of…… Read more “From now on I shall only wear white,”
For she had a great variety of selves to call upon,
My dear, dearest Ginny, What stroke me the most in Orlando (1928) was the fact that you were once again so unabashedly bold – for having written a…… Read more “For she had a great variety of selves to call upon,”
The epiphany of knowing something through words that could not be put in words
Dear John, In your novel Stoner (1965), we follow the trajectory of the eponymous character, a university professor who finds himself stuck in an unsuccessful marriage and…… Read more “The epiphany of knowing something through words that could not be put in words”
“I, Harriet Burden, am a machine of vindictiveness and spite.”
Dear Siri, Your novel The Blazing World (2014) weaves in so many topics – history of art, psychiatry, neurobiology, continental philosophy. It dwells on meditations on the dialogical nature…… Read more ““I, Harriet Burden, am a machine of vindictiveness and spite.””
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