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“Men succeed. Women get married. Men fail. Women get married. Men enter monasteries. Women get married. Men start wars. Women get married. Men stop them. Women get married.”

Quote by Joanna Russ

Work

The Female Man

The Female Man is a work of speculative fiction that examines themes of gender, identity, and social structure. The narrative follows four distinct female characters, each from a different parallel world, whose lives intersect to challenge conventional notions of womanhood and humanity. The book is known for its experimental style and feminist critique, presenting a thought-provoking exploration of what it means to be a woman in various societal contexts. more

Author

Joanna Russ
Joanna Russ

Joanna Russ was an American writer renowned for her science fiction and fantasy novels. Her works are celebrated for their profound themes and critical social commentary, particularly their exploration of gender, power, and culture. Notable works include 'We', 'Sophie's Choice', and 'Kate Delorians'. more

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