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A review by ms_tiahmarie
Black Milk: On Writing, Motherhood, and the Harem Within by Elif Shafak
- Did I exit from my depression and then start writing this book? Or did I complete the book and in that way manage to crawl out of the tunnel? The truth is, I cannot tell. -
- There is a poem [Sylvia Plath] wrote titled "I Want, I want." The central figure is a God=like baby who is yet to be born. Immense, bald and openmouthed, this is not a cute, angelic baby who coos and smiles but a powerful natural force that wishes to be given absolute love, attention and loyalty, and in the end, gets them. It is a baby that wants to *be*. The poet uses a volcano as the symbol of feminine fertility - the ability to breed, broaden and bear life within. But a volcano is also a dangerous and destructive force. -
- Men live without ever feeling the need to change their family names. Their credentials are given to them at birth...As for women, whether they know it or not, they are name nomads...-
- Yet, worrying about the permission to tell the story - be it personal or familial - is particular to women writers around the world. -
- First, I convinced myself that I had forgotten how to write. Then I started suspecting that writing had forgotten me. -
- There is a poem [Sylvia Plath] wrote titled "I Want, I want." The central figure is a God=like baby who is yet to be born. Immense, bald and openmouthed, this is not a cute, angelic baby who coos and smiles but a powerful natural force that wishes to be given absolute love, attention and loyalty, and in the end, gets them. It is a baby that wants to *be*. The poet uses a volcano as the symbol of feminine fertility - the ability to breed, broaden and bear life within. But a volcano is also a dangerous and destructive force. -
- Men live without ever feeling the need to change their family names. Their credentials are given to them at birth...As for women, whether they know it or not, they are name nomads...-
- Yet, worrying about the permission to tell the story - be it personal or familial - is particular to women writers around the world. -
- First, I convinced myself that I had forgotten how to write. Then I started suspecting that writing had forgotten me. -