For me, death has always been simply: “oh.” That’s all there’s left to say, really. Oh, he’s dead. Oh, when was the last time I talked to her? Oh. Oh oh oh. “Oh,” is all I can say in response to something that’s already happened. Nothing can be changed. It can only be reacted to.
Have you ever wondered where Russia's women writers were in the nineteenth century? Well, as it turns out, they were right there this whole time and they published quite a lot. Not only did women authors publish a lot quantitatively, but they published in some of the most prestigious literary