over-identifying

by minima whatever

It’s funny how quickly I identify with any woman intellectual whose autobiographical writings I read. But I can’t be DiPrima* and Hillesum at the same time, can I? But now that I think about it, I find quite a few things these two have in common, mostly in terms of attitude, writing about their bodies, their work and their love. The going-on-ness of life and work. For as long as it does.

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*Searching the web for a good review of her memoirs to link to, I find none. Or rather, I find that nobody seems to have liked them nearly as much as I, and the reviews read too dull to be worth linking. Recollections of my Life as a Woman is not.

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