My mother was nothing like Hillary Clinton or Michelle Obama—or even like their mothers, who struggled with their own hardships but managed to pass on lessons of strength, independence, and resistance.
“She lied. She’s a liar”
“Put her in Prison!”
“She deserves to be in stripes!”
“Lock her up!”
The trembling woman on the stage was grief-stricken, but the crowd was hungry for blood.
“Hey Cassie, I want to ask you a question. Do you think ‘honest’ and ‘straightforward’ mean the same thing?”
My 17-year-old daughter, whose favorite subject is not English, didn’t hesitate. “Totally different. Honest means telling the truth. Straightforward means you are blunt. You can lie in a blunt way.” Thank you, Cassie. Sure wish you had written the questions for the NBC/Wall Street Journal Presidential Survey. item about? What makes it interesting? Write a catchy description to grab your audience’s attention…
When I was 14, I wanted to look like Annette Funicello. That was back in 1961. (And if you are going “Who?” right now, think Sandra Dee — but Italian.)…
I am one of those “over 65” women who belong to the faceless, aging “demographic” with a Hillary sign on my front lawn. For weeks I’ve listened, fists clenched, while 19-year-olds and media pundits alike lavish praise on Bernie Sanders for his bold, revolutionary message and scorn Hillary for being “establishment.”
The foreword mentions that your own feminist cross talk became the collection’s true editor. In constructing such a broad, transnational text, what were some of the greatest challenges that you faced in the construction of Provocations, particularly in terms of placing very different readings in conversation with one another?
When I interviewed Hilary Mantel in 2011 while she was still writing Bring Up the Bodies, she described her characters as belonging to “a chain of literary representation.”
“Incredibly vain, ambitious, unscrupulous, coarse, fierce, and relentless.”
It’s an instantly recognizable image of Anne Boleyn…
Anne Boleyn. There are few famous people about whom we have imagined so much, yet know so little…