![]() ![]() Valente writes images that are incredibly resonant with my memory. One of my absolute favorite things at my last house-the woodwork was a heavily varnished oak-is the way the setting sun would turn the living room into a buttery glow. The glass was so full up of dark, it looked like someone had tripped over the night and spilled it all into that mirror." -from Snow White Bites Her Own Reflection It did not show the forest or the meadows. ![]() The glass did not show the buttery light of the house behind me. Where does the anxiety, the joy, the tears come from? My body perhaps knows truths my head won't realize. My body is my truth, and I have laid it out as evidence on the table of my father's reputation, for by know you may have guessed my next revelation." -from The Creation of Snow White ![]() "A body can only deliver up the truth its bones know. Take fairy tale mythology, the sideways structure of Native American folklore, a Wild West setting, weave it through with themes on race and gender and wrap it in Valente's wordsmithing, and you'll have Six-Gun Snow White. ![]()
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