This sequel to Kristeva's celebrated allegory The previous guy and the Wolves returns to the corrupt, beach inn of a legendary city, the place the limits among East and West, civilization and barbarism, and sturdy and evil are erased.
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Reddish ocher; Caravaggian pathos. Switching channels back yet nonetheless dreaming, Stephanie remem bers: the avoided face she couldn’t see ahead of she now seems down on from above, as though she have been leaning over the horrified, gory head. Artemisia. The dreamer isn’t Stephanie: it’s Artemisia Gentileschi, portray Judith slicing Holofernes’s throat. Stephanie’s dream and Artemisia’s photograph: digital photos contami nating each other. girls assault the supine physique of the Assyrian common: the.
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