Callisto Myth from Ovid to Atwood: Initiation and Rape in Literature

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McGill-Queen's Press - MQUP, 1 jul. 1988 - 240 pagina's
Kathleen Wall traces the myth through fifteen works of English, American, and Canadian literature, providing a fresh, feminist reading of these narratives. Among the works analysed are selections by Margaret Atwood, Charlotte Bronte, Thomas Hardy, and George Elliot. The resulting text reveals many facets of the realities of women's experience from the Middle Ages to the twentieth century. And ultimately, Wall shows rape to be an expression of dominance rather than lust, giving increased support to the definition suggested by feminists. Wall demonstrates that the Callisto myth is a powerful archetype which illustrates both the victimization of women and their search for independence and autonomy, an archetype that should not be ignored by modern women.

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Inhoudsopgave

Introduction
3
1 Classical Versions and Their Implications
10
2 Callisto in the Medieval and Renaissance Traditions
26
The Armour of Logos
47
Mysteries of the Forest
62
Even Plain Jane Can Be a Nymph
76
The Power of Societys Sacred Sanctions
94
Woman Empowered
107
Liberating the Myth
137
The Matriarchal Myth Resurfaces
155
11 Beyond Rape
171
Appendices
185
Notes
193
Bibliography
207
Index
223
Copyright

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Eng, U of Regina

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