For women, then, poetry is not a luxury. It is a vital necessity of our existence. It forms the quality of the light within which we predicate our hopes and dreams toward survival and change, first made into language, then into idea, then into more tangible action.
It was only upon finishing these two Elena Ferrante novels that I finally felt worthy of holding the title of ‘reader’–though this is of course rather dramatic because anyone can be a reader, regardless of what they read. I was not hesitant to join the masses–Elena Ferrante is a force. Both books were wholly marvelous….