In cases like those of sarah waters o Jeanette Winterson undoubtedly sexual liberation supposes a literary discharge of great creative magnitude. Worse luck had its predecessor Patricia Highsmith, who only opened directly to lesbianism in her novel "Carol", paradoxically a starting point for many other writers in particular and homosexual women in general.
In the case of Jeanette Winterson, surpassed the explicitly vindictive literature of her sexual condition (always necessary and welcome), today she is a literary reference of the first order due to her literary quality, her already considerable bibliography that is assaulting genres with an overwhelming dominance .
Any of Jeanette Winterson's novels offers an ingenious imprint from the fantastic, the dystopian, the allegorical or a social realism peppered with a transforming ingenuity, determined to crush reality to open us to new ways of observing what happens.
Winterson's characters travel with self-denial through universes exposed to unforeseen twists, to narrative postmodernity, to unexpected ends that make them protagonists and puppets of their own destinies.
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Frankissstein, a love story
That was a love story. In the end, Frankstein was the eternal search for love fortune on the part of the unfortunate man on duty. And nothing worse in that of love than being a strange guy, like recovered from a morgue in small pieces ...
But in the end we are all a bit of that. And as strange as it may seem, in this futuristic, dystopian or utopian (who knows?) Transmutation of the mythical Frankstein in a new future place we are discovering all that amalgam that marks our feelings, emotions and passions from each of our pieces of skin In post-Brexit England, the young transgender doctor Ry Shelley meets Professor Victor Stein, who is leading the public debate on artificial intelligence, and forms a peculiar relationship with him.
Meanwhile, Ron Lord, recently divorced and settled in with his mother, sets out to make a splash by launching a new generation of sex dolls. Across the Atlantic in Phoenix, a cryogenic facility houses dozens of corpses of men and women waiting to be brought back to life. The human species' time is running out. What will happen when the Homo sapiens not already at the top of the evolutionary chain? And what will happen to women, who are not participating in the design and programming of the future?
Jeanette Winterson addresses these questions through the avatars of unforgettable characters, among which a very young Mary Shelley stands out who writes her prophetic Frankenstein next to Lake Geneva. A sex novel in which even a robot discovers radical feminism. A reflection on what is and what is not the human being.
The passion
These are bad times for a city that all of us who have visited on occasion keep it in our memories as a different space, a city between fantasy and the melancholy of a captivating past.
Venice, yes, in the last days of the eighteenth century. The ability of this author to assault past or future, lived times or projections of the future, always has an aim of estrangement, of stripping ourselves in front of the essential through characters located there to inhabit them for each one of us. action with Henri, a young cook in the service of the general who falls madly in love with Villanelle, a beautiful creature with reddish hair and misshapen feet who knows better than anyone the secrets of the gondolas and the gambling halls where the local nobles bet their fortune between smiles and gallant phrases ...
That, which could be the plot of a typical historical novel, in the hands of Jeanette Winterson becomes a precious material, capable of transforming Venice into a new city, made of words and light. In this place, where emotion is as alive as water, young lovers learn to reel off their passion in unusual and risky ways that put into question what we thought we knew about sex and love.
Why be happy when you can be normal?
The question may lead to an input error. It is not that the author infers that in the end being normal is the best way to escape happiness as a false claim.
Everything comes from the story of misunderstanding of this author. And this is how we discovered that it was her mother who asked her in that way when Jeanette revealed that she loved a girl. Strange question, but little more could be expected of a woman who had adopted a girl to make her an ally in her mission religious, and instead they had to do with a strange being who cried out for his share of happiness.
Armed with two sets of false teeth and a gun hidden under dishcloths, Mrs. Winterson did her best to discipline Jeanette: at home books were forbidden, friendships were frowned upon, hugs and kisses were outlandish gestures, and any fault was punished with whole nights in the open, but it was of no use.
That red-haired girl who looked like the daughter of the devil himself rebelled, seeking pleasure in the skin of other women and finding novels and poems in the neighborhood library that would help her grow. This and much more is what these exceptional pages offer, where joy and anger go hand in hand: a memoir destined to become a classic of contemporary literature.
