Anonyma

<p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(127 141 140 1)>The history of art is littered with Great Men and the Muses they use as stepping stones to brilliance. In this shockingly lyrical endlessly rich and luxurious nightmare of a novel the Muse turns. Yet it is not so much a tale of vengeance or comeuppance as it is a heroine's journey as Anonyma survives doomscapes almost beyond imagination and the transgressions of mere men mere artists survives the horrors imposed upon the feminine to rediscover her own magic and power. </span><em style=color: rgba(127 141 140 1)>Anonyma</em><span style=color: rgba(127 141 140 1); background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1)> novel and narrator holds up a dark mirror to our paradigm of art as a kind of device for reducing women to Platonic ideals while staging theophanies for men. But she also holds the mirror to herself her sisters even daring to hope a daughter. </span><em style=color: rgba(127 141 140 1)>Anonyma</em><span style=color: rgba(127 141 140 1); background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1)> is a novel full of blood and love and despair and courage.</span></p>