L. Ayu Saraswati

I’m afraid I didn’t get on with this at all. The distancing, abstract academic language (e.g., “transnational feminist autoethnography,” “transnational feminist object,” “anamorphic apparatus”) got old very quickly. I didn’t read far enough to discover the nature of the author’s pain, but I had a hard time believing that anyone in actual physical distress could produce such a rambling fanciful piece. “Feminist enchantment,” anyone? I might not be “scarred” by attempting to engage with this, but it was painful enough—as far as reading goes—to encourage me to curtail the journey.… (mehr)