THE GIRL WHO CRIED LOVE by Natasha Natarajan
A6, 40 pages, full colour and black printing, saddle stitched, 2019
‘It’s my longest zine yet. 40 pages of writing and poetry on my favourite topic – men. The premise:
“What is terrible is that after every one of the phases of my life is finished, I am left with no more than some banal commonplace that everyone knows: in this case, that women’s emotions are all still fitted for a kind of society that no longer exists. My deep emotions, my real ones, are to do with my relationship with a man. One man. But I don’t live that kind of life, and I know few women who do. So what I feel is irrelevant and silly… I am always coming to the conclusion that my real emotions are foolish, I am always having, as it were, to cancel myself out. I ought to be like a man, caring more for my work than for people; I ought to put my work first, and take men as they come, or find an ordinary comfortable man for bread and butter reasons—but I won’t do it, I can’t be like that…”
The Golden Notebook, 1962
Doris Lessing’
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