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They were men, and free. I was a woman, and a slave. And that’s a chasm no amount of sentimental chit-chat about shared imprisonment should be allowed to obscure.
I was useful, I suppose; I serve a particular purpose. Men carve meaning into women's face; messages addressed to other men.
mentalcurls:
Books I read in 2019: The silence of the girls by Pat Barker
What I came away with was a sense of Helen seizing control of her own story. She was so isolated in that city, so powerless - even at my age I could see that - and those tapestries were a way of saying: I’m here. Me. A person, not just an object to be looked at and fought over.
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and cheek
They were men, and free. I was a woman, and a slave. And that’s a chasm no amount of sentimental chit-chat about shared imprisonment should be allowed to obscure.
I was useful, I suppose; I serve a particular purpose. Men carve meaning into women's face; messages addressed to other men.
mentalcurls:
Books I read in 2019: The silence of the girls by Pat Barker
What I came away with was a sense of Helen seizing control of her own story. She was so isolated in that city, so powerless - even at my age I could see that - and those tapestries were a way of saying: I’m here. Me. A person, not just an object to be looked at and fought over.
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