My normal state is salty
"Even in the left-leaning academic circles that I often find myself, asking Woolf’s question from A Room of One’s Own—How many women authors appear on your bookshelves?—is sometimes treated like a leftover question not urgent enough for our genocidal times."
“Let us trespass freely and fearlessly and find our own way for ourselves.”
Let’s “go where our mothers couldn’t,” argues @ria4983.bsky.social, in an essay that contemplates Virginia Woolf, Chantal Akerman, and reading “beyond the limits of genre and authority.”
Ria Banerjee
In the hands of this writer and this filmmaker, “the mother” is someone with whom to have a lifelong conversation, a contested perspective through which to read the world.
