Language Is the Spell: Kathryn Nuernberger’s The Witch of Eye
A compendium of pungent and poignant biographical narratives of numerous so-called witches, The Witch of Eye is difficult to put down.
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Join NOW!A compendium of pungent and poignant biographical narratives of numerous so-called witches, The Witch of Eye is difficult to put down.
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...moreMy blackness, like my gender, was a sin.
...morePlace is context in part, but it is not context in summation.
...moreMy voice begins to crack so I clear my throat. I look at each one of the girls one by one. The heat in me rises. My skin feels like the Texas pavement in July.
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...moreI am fixated by this detail of the bread and beans because it strikes me that Coetzee’s prose might itself be described as “bread and beans” writing: short, declarative sentences, with a fairly simple vocabulary.
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...moreFor Mother, two worlds—earth we inhabit together, then the hot, heavenly body of euphoria and speed. Often, Mother exists in the tear between these worlds, belonging nowhere, to no one.
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...morethe roosters brace their cruel feet and glare // with stupid eyes / while from their beaks there rise / the uncontrolled, traditional cries.
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...moreI keenly remember the day my Grandmother died. My parents picked me up early from afterschool care and before I could ask why, my Mother said “We’re going to your Grandfather’s house.” I asked, “Don’t you mean Grandmommy’s house?” My Mother barely replied, “Your Grandmother died, it’s your Grandfather’s house now.”
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