I met an author recently who “…simply told a story about a young woman.” But, she does admit that, “…only fiction and poetry show us the truth,” so we suspect there is a truth here she is attempting to show us.
You may sample the story she wrote in just a few pages, Pear Trees, by Dena Hunt, here:
In an interview about the story, she says:
A lot was gained by the feminist movement, but a lot was lost, and young women today have no reference point for those losses.
So many young women unknowingly participate in their own degradation.
You can check out the full interview here:
I don’t like to comment on things I don’t understand, which leaves me out of most serious conversations about women. But I find the story to be edgy and Catholic, though it really should not be considered edgy, given our modern values, and it does not mention religion at all.
I wonder, though, if there are women who will read this story, and have the courage to raise their hand to say, “Me, too…”
And, I wonder, as a man, is wondering about such things not a dangerously Catholic and Edgy thing to do?