“Era lento el asunto. No solo les tocaba despejar el peso de la presencia real de los hombres, sino la del juez interiorizado, el hombrecito menudo, que con el índice siempre enrostrado y cara de padre, o cura, o tío o hermano estaba plantado como un busto augusto y austero en medio de los parques umbrosos de los cerebros femeninos, recordándoles o que eran hijas de Eva: pecadoras; hijas de mala madre: putas; hijas de la Barbie: idiotas; hijas de la Virgen María: niñas decentes; hijas de madres mejores que ellas que no se creían las divinas garzas: mujeres calladas y bien portadas... La ristra de modelos femeninos santificados o despreciados eran retratos planos, de una sola dimensión; o esto o lo otro; por norma general negaban la totalidad de lo que significaba ser mujer.”
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“Then we had the irises, rising beautiful and cool on their tall stalks, like blown glass, like pastel water momentarily frozen in a splash, light blue, light mauve, and the darker ones, velvet and purple, black cat's ears in the sun, indigo shadow, and the bleeding hearts, so female in shape it was a surprise they'd not long since been rooted out. There is something subversive about this garden of Serena's, a sense of buried things bursting upwards, wordlessly, into the light, as if to point, to say: Whatever is silenced will clamor to be heard, though silently.”
― The Handmaid’s Tale
― The Handmaid’s Tale
“As we drove back to Enugu, I laughed loudly,above Fela's stringent singing. I laughed because Nsukka's untarred roads coat cars with dust in the harmattan and with sticky mud in the rainy season. Because the tarred roads spring potholes like surprise presents and the air smells of hills and history and the sunlight scatters the sand and turns it into gold dust. Because Nsukka could free something deep inside your belly that would rise up to your throat and come out as freedom song. As laughter.(299)”
― Purple Hibiscus
― Purple Hibiscus
“El miedo era un hombre que huía de su propia sombra. Era una mujer con auriculares que solamente podía oir por ellos su propio terror. El miedo era un solipsista, un narcisista, era ciego a todo lo que no fuera él mismo. El miedo era más fuerte que la ética, más fuerte que el discernimiento, más fuerte que la responsabilidad y que la civilización. El miedo era un animal lanzado a la carrera que pisoteaba niños mientras huía de sí mismo. El miedo era un fanático, un tirano, un cobarde, un enajenado y una puta. El miedo era una bala que le apuntaba al corazón.”
― Two Years Eight Months and Twenty-Eight Nights
― Two Years Eight Months and Twenty-Eight Nights
“What I need is perspective. The illusion of depth, created by a frame, the arrangement of shapes on a flat surface. Perspective is necessary. Otherwise there are only two dimensions. Otherwise you live with your face squashed up against a wall, everything a huge foreground, of details, close-ups, hairs, the weave of the bedsheet, the molecules of the face. Your own skin like a map, a diagram of futility, criscrossed with tiny roads that lead nowhere. Otherwise you live in the moment. Which is not where I want to be.”
― The Handmaid’s Tale
― The Handmaid’s Tale
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