Angela Carter, The Magic Toyshop
[Text ID: “October, crisp, misty, golden October, when the light is sweet and heavy.”]
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Charmaine J Forde
Dylan Thomas, Poem in October
Leif Enger, Peace Like a River
Angela Carter, The Magic Toyshop
Anne Sexton
Sarah Guillory, Reclaimed
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She had given up believing in God when she was thirteen. One morning, she woke up and He wasn't there.
Angela Carter, excerpt from The Magic Toyshop
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I think I want to be in love with you but I don’t know how.
Angela Carter; The Magic Toyshop
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the reveal of an actual incestuous affair at the end of the magic toyshop doesn't come as a shock when you already picked up on the whole book being filled with incestuous subtexts. uncle phillip having an irrational hatred towards the late husband of his sister? incestuous jealousy. uncle phillip forcing his niece to play leda just to have her act out a rape scene with a puppet swan maneuvered by him? incestuous abuse by proxy. the mc being romantically involved with her aunt's brother who at some point had called himself her uncle too? quasi-incest. it was just incest incest incest everywhere, the whole family was eating itself up.
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Please reblog, if you are so inclined, in service of my attempt to outsource my decision-making :) and please feel free to leave me your thoughts in the tags or comments!
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It was late in the summer and the red, swollen moon winked in the apple tree and kept her awake.
Angela Carter, excerpt from The Magic Toyshop
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October, crisp, misty, golden October, when the light is sweet and heavy.
— angela carter
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As Eleanor Fairlie (aged seven-and-thirty), she was always talking pretentious nonsense, and always worrying the unfortunate men with every small exaction which a vain and foolish woman can impose on longsuffering male humanity. As Madame Fosco (aged three-and-forty), she sits for hours together without saying a word, frozen up in the strangest manner in herself. […] Clad in quiet black or grey gowns, made high round the throat—dresses that she would have laughed at, or screamed at, as the whim of the moment inclined her, in her maiden days—she sits speechless in corners […]
The Woman in White, Wilkie Collins
‘Not a word can she speak,’ said Finn. ‘Ah, they should have told you. It is a terrible affliction; it came to her on her wedding day, like a curse. Her silence.’
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‘Is there anything else like that I ought to know about him?’
‘No make-up, mind. And only speak when you’re spoken to. He likes, you know, silent women.’
The Magic Toyshop, Angela Carter
"There is no need for you to speak tonight, Marya Morevna. […] I know that is difficult for you--I would not have chosen you if you found it easy to be silent and pliable! But we are going to do an extraordinary thing together. […] We are taking your will out of your jaw--for that is where the will sits--and pressing it very small between our hands, like a bit of dough. […] When we are finished you will give your will to me, and I will keep it safe for you."
Deathless, Catherynne M. Valente
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