This was a really engaging exploration of the idea of retreats or camps or other places where we form a different society from our home life. The narrator contrasts her current artists retreat with her summer camp experience, but also plays with the whole question of what is real and what is art or imagination. The added jarring note at the end is when the narrator/author steps back and addresses the reader-someone reading an application for an artists retreat? We are left with the tale within a tale-are we now at "reality" or in yet another layer of fiction?
What are your thoughts on this story?
Do you agree with what Machado's stance on a woman's right to be? Why or why not?