i get a lot of out, especially in The Hearing Trumpet and some of her shorts, how colorful and optimistic she ends up being. A lot of surrealist novels by women dive heavily into this kind of suffocating abuse - which, don't get me wrong, is something i tend to find really relatable and powerful - but Carrington feels like she has such a connection to the lines of escape, as it were. like The Hearing Trumpet proposes, freedom is possible through the power of female friendship across time and space. also with the power of being old and weird which, again, is really refreshing in a milieu that tends to heavily value the young, fragile girl as either muse or marginalized subject.
that is to say, there's a warmth to Carrington that makes me want to cry.
that is to say, there's a warmth to Carrington that makes me want to cry.