Unconcealed Desires
ne condition of life is that we all must hide. Even a “good” marriage demands that we keep certain discontents and dreams locked away. Or so it has generally been assumed by the novel and its practitioners. But what happens in an era of self-declaration, when silence may be viewed as an outgrowth of oppression? What might it mean for the art of the novel if women were to fully know themselves and refuse to constrict their
