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Wildness is very important to me. Wildness, as in that animating principle who exists everywhere...in an old growth forest, a dandelion growing up through a crack in a city sidewalk, and in the constant in and out of all our bodies' involuntary breathing. But patriarchy systematically tries to deceive and separate us from this force with it's self-important institutions and endless cultural conditioning, re-creating us constantly in its own unnatural image. We are NOT separate from Nature! Remembering this is essential if we are to survive...and it comes with brilliant benefits!!
Divine intercession plays a big part in my work. Not in any of the current religious motifs, of course, but in the much older and more biologically appropriate animist understanding of the Divine: Divinity as the innate spark, the gut reaction, the inner wisdom that is the best...and most ignored...part of every single one of us. Since the industrial age does not want to acknowledge the problems it creates, it becomes the function of artists and writers to Remember our Inner Deity. That's why Muse is constantly telling Calliope to Remember. I was talking to myself when I composed that, and, of course, to YOU, Dear Reader! We're all the same.
The divine feminine is coming back. And like my protagonist Calliope, She is STRONG. She has no need for artificially created power structures, churches, laws or absurd and destructive rationales. She is the Animating Principle, the Wisdom of The Body. I know this is true. If it weren’t, I would not have been able to write any of this.
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on June 18, 2014 :
Like many masterpieces, including Nature herself, Anne V. Pyterek's debut novel—among many other things a beatific ode thereto—is knotty, lumpy, sometimes harrowing, frequently breathtaking and, as a whole, overwhelming in its sublimity. Her stream-of-consciousness prose is masterful in how much ground it covers—from small descriptive detail to bold social statement to philosophical dialogue, all equally captivating—with no apparent effort.
This effortlessness is, of course, an illusion. Heck, the whole story, which seems at least semi-autobiographical, is about an aspiring author's physical and (much slower) emotional escape from an abusive, degrading relationship; her struggles with herself, with her Muse, and with society; with big questions about nature, identity, and love. Such themes are not handled carelessly if one wants to do them justice. Anguished thought informs every page.
And yet Pyterek transforms these struggles into a thing of profound beauty that feels as though it must have sprung fully-formed from Nature's womb. As a reader, I cannot but look on in hushed reverence as the boundless energy and fearlessly personal genius of protagonist and author alike unfurl themselves to the light of day.
(reviewed long after purchase)