Angela Carter
Angela Carter
Angela Olive Carter-Pearcewho published as Angela Carter, was an English novelist, short story writer and journalist, known for her feminist, magical realism, and picaresque works. In 2008, The Times ranked Carter tenth in their list of "The 50 greatest British writers since 1945". In 2012, Nights at the Circus was selected as the best ever winner of the James Tait Black Memorial Prize...
NationalityEnglish
ProfessionNovelist
Date of Birth7 May 1940
night woods beast
One beast and only one howls in the woods by night.
brother voice darling
Those are the voices of my brothers, darling; I love the company of wolves.
acts-of-love chamber resemblance
There is a striking resemblance between the act of love and the ministrations of a torturer.
sky
ordered me a sky from a florist
past house rooms
There was a house we all had in common and it was called the past, even though we'd lived in different rooms.
kissing blood degrees
Sade has a curious ability to render every aspect of sexuality suspect, so that we see how the chaste kiss of the sentimental lover differs only in degree from the vampirish love-bite that draws blood, we understand that a disinterested caress is only quantitatively different from a disinterested flogging.
iron sheets deadline
The only time I ever iron the sheets or make meringues is when there is an ... urgent deadline in the offing.
useless-things cash way
And, conversely, she went on to herself, sneering at the Grand Duke's palace, poverty is wasted on the poor, who never know how to make the best of things, are only the rich without money, are just as useless at looking after themselves, can't handle their cash just like the rich can't, always squandering it on bright, pretty, useless things in just the same way.
beach loneliness ocean
Do not think I do not realise what I am doing. I am making a composition using the following elements: the winter beach; the winter moon; the ocean; the women; the pine trees; the riders; the driftwood; the shells; the shapes of darkness and the shapes of water; and the refuse. These are all inimical to my loneliness because of their indifference to it. Out of these pieces of inimical indifference, I intend to represent the desolate smile of winter which, as you must have gathered, is the smile I wear.
girl light house
A young girl would go into the wood as trustingly as Red Riding Hood to her granny's house but this light admits no ambiguities and, here, she will be trapped in her own illusion because everything in the woods is exactly as it seems.
satire pornography humans
Pornography is a satire on human pretensions.
work sarcasm men
Irish was a man of parts even if some of them didn't work too well.
home heart home-is-where-the-heart-is
Home is where the heart is and hence a movable feast.
vices nostalgia
Nostalgia, the vice of the aged.