the anti-heroine of an era of bathtub gin, organized crime, and jazz, clouded in the smoke of fired guns and cigarettes.
“When I am lonely for boys it’s their bodies I miss.
I study their hands lifting the cigarettes in the darkness of the movie theaters, the slope of a shoulder, the angle of a hip.
Looking at them sideways, I examine them in different lights.
My love for them is visual: that is the part of them I would like to possess.
Don’t move, I think. Stay like that, let me have that.”
— Margaret Atwood, Cat’s Eye
I study their hands lifting the cigarettes in the darkness of the movie theaters, the slope of a shoulder, the angle of a hip.
Looking at them sideways, I examine them in different lights.
My love for them is visual: that is the part of them I would like to possess.
Don’t move, I think. Stay like that, let me have that.”
— Margaret Atwood, Cat’s Eye