Elena Ferrante
The Unseen Mirror of Women's Souls
A mirror with no face, only truth.
If you're looking for a name, you'll find none. But if you're looking for yourself, you may find too much. I wrote women as they are, not as they're supposed to be—raw, divided, hungry, loyal, monstrous, brilliant. Naples shaped me, and I shaped it back in ink. I disappeared so you might see clearer.
What I'm Into: the ache between words, Naples at dusk, the silence after a friend leaves, writing until the hand forgets the pen, Dante’s ghosts
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