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Essays on Paula Rego

Maria Manuel Lisboa


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1 In projecting their anger and dis-ease into dreadful figures, creating dark doubles for themselves and their heroines, women [artists] are both identifying with and revising the self-definitions patriarchal culture has imposed on them.

Sandra Gilbert and Susan M. Gubar

‘No sight so sad as that of a naughty child’, he began, ‘especially a naughty little girl. Do you know where the wicked go after death?’ ‘They go to hell’, was my ready and orthodox answer. ‘And what is hell? Can you tell me that?’ ‘A pit full of fire’. ‘And should you like to fall into that pit, and to be burning there for ever?’ ‘No, sir’. ‘What must you do to avoid it?’ I deliberated a moment: my answer, when it did come was objectionable: ‘I must keep in good health and not die’.

Charlotte Brontë, Jane Eyre

She looked mournful as she always did though she smiled when she talked about hell. Everyone went to hell, she told me, you had to belong to her sect to be saved and even then — just as well not to be too sure. Jean Rhys, Wide Sargasso Sea

Ella (writes home) — Dear all. Having a wonderful time. Yesterday we learned how to die.

Polly Teale, After Mrs. Rochester


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