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Tamsin Haggis's avatar

So interesting... and shocking too, to be reminded of such women and the world they had to endure.

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Tamara's avatar

I like the powerful excavation of history’s double-bind: the woman who must disguise her identity to make it visible. Bravo, LaMonica!

Reading this, I’m impressed you really knew how to emphasise the eerie continuity between Sand’s strategic gender erasure and the performative contortions women still navigate today, though now it’s often less about trousers and pseudonyms, and more about tone-policing and brand calibration. George Sand had to strip herself of “the feminine” to be heard; today, women are told to lean into it, so long as it’s palatable, polished, profitable. Same gate. Different dress code.

You rightly point to Inanna as method, not metaphor . Every descent strips a layer (crown, name, voice) until a woman is reduced to what the patriarchy finds least threatening: her silence. But Sand turned that silence into syntax. Her refusal wasn’t loud, it was precise. Like Inanna, she returned from the underworld, but left the myth shattered in her wake.

A parallel comes to mind: the Japanese concept of kintsugi, repairing broken pottery with gold, the fracture made more visible, not less. Sand’s fractured public image — woman, man, intellectual, romantic — became a vessel for something stronger than seamless acceptance: resilience rendered bright. She gilded the breaks of her voice, she didn’t mask it.

George Sand entered the conversation by altering its acoustics. The true defiance wasn’t that she wrote as a man, but that she kept writing as herself once the mask was torn off. Inclusion. And also infiltration.

She didn’t ask to be a muse or martyr. She asked to be read. And she still is.

May we all descend with purpose and return with proof!

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