I'm a Gender Studies student, which means, by extension that I am the following: a lesbian, feminist, man in drag, pussy coveter, Winterson-worshipper, book sniffer, pot smoker, dungaree-wearer.. in short, I am my course. So it's wrong now to adhere to this stereotypical ascension, nevertheless I am compelled to confine.
Angela Carter was a faceless fictition for me, that is until 'The Passion of New Eve' was set on my 'Writing on the Body' module this year. I'm in ecstacy: the sick, sordid, awfully pretentious type of love. This book was described as 'pyrotechnic', at least Carter's writing style was, and this is the perfect inscription. It details the story of Evelyn, a ferociously sexual and (obviously) sexually deviant male, who has an enforced sex change and is thrown into the obliqueness of life as a woman. I'm not a professional blurb writer so I'll try to stop digressing, but needless to say it is a world of exploding sexual vision, an exploration of the body as an intellectual extension: it's the mothership of feminist fantasy fiction. Carter is the thinking woman's Winterson.
Angela Carter was a faceless fictition for me, that is until 'The Passion of New Eve' was set on my 'Writing on the Body' module this year. I'm in ecstacy: the sick, sordid, awfully pretentious type of love. This book was described as 'pyrotechnic', at least Carter's writing style was, and this is the perfect inscription. It details the story of Evelyn, a ferociously sexual and (obviously) sexually deviant male, who has an enforced sex change and is thrown into the obliqueness of life as a woman. I'm not a professional blurb writer so I'll try to stop digressing, but needless to say it is a world of exploding sexual vision, an exploration of the body as an intellectual extension: it's the mothership of feminist fantasy fiction. Carter is the thinking woman's Winterson.
