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16 pages, Spiral-bound
Published February 24, 2020
Let's face it. I am a marked woman
It seems clear, however, that "Family," as we practice and understand it "in the West" - the vertical transfer of a bloodline, of a patronymic, of titles and entitlements, of real estate and the prerogatives of "cold cash," from fathers to sons and in the supposedly free exchange of affectional ties between a male and a female of his choice-becomes the mythically revered privilege of a free and freed community.
'The notorious bastard, from Vico's banished Roman mothers of such sons, to Caliban, to Heathcliff, and Joe Christmas, has no official female equivalent. Because the traditional rites and laws of inheritance rarely pertain to the female child, bastard status signal to those who need to know which son of the Father's is the legitimate heir and which one is the impostor. For that reason, property seems wholly the business of the male. A "she" cannot, therefore, qualify for bastard, or "natural son" status, and that she cannot provides further insight into the coils and recoils of patriarchal wealth and fortune.'