This book brilliantly describes the process of coming to realize the fundamental worldview you’ve held and been exposed to for your whole life is predicated on a clear prejudice and lie about the world. Or at least a heavily crafted set of limitations. Jeanette, the narrator of this story, grows up in a fundementalist Christian community and only really begins to understand the completely bankrupt nature of this community when it turns out she is gay, and when she applies this understanding of herself to the […]
The Heathen were a daily household preoccupation.
Oranges are Not the Only Fruit by Jeanette Winterson
