It’s that apple again

Episode II of hypocrisy and misogyny in…well, you name the time period. This is using the Cranach painting of the Judgement of Paris for the NaPoWriMo prompt.



Later, she says, looking flirtatiously at the painter,

your interpretation will be debunked.

You painted us, the three harlots of antiquity,

Hera, Athena and me, Aphrodite,

exposing our charms,

bribing a harmless shepherd god with promises of power and wealth.

You made us shameless whores,

but you stripped us naked and you revelled in it.

They say I was the one who offered him Helen

in exchange for the apple, the prize,

(funny how that apple crops up

wherever women and their wiles are at work)

but it was you, men like you, painter,

imbued with the self-righteous sanctity of Christian teachings,

and like the paragons of manhood idolised by warlike primitives,

who made the world where women were judged for their beauty

and nothing more, and could be offered as prizes.

You made the world where a wife could be stolen,

(from the husband foisted on her in the first place)

given to another man, then blamed for the war to get her back.

Because she was beautiful.

Because you stripped us all naked

and made us nothing better than wet dreams of concupiscent child-bearers.

Later, she says, one day, women will turn around,

(like me, now, go on, look)

and they will tell you and all the lecherous contemptuous men

who peep and touch, promise monts et merveilles

and leave you with the kids—

just kiss my ass.


Lupa or What happens when the vessel overflows

Lupa was released today. Here’s the UK link.

In Providence, a woman is no more than a vessel, to be filled and emptied. She expects no more, never to feel emotion, never to love or be loved, never to care. This was Lupa’s destiny too. But Lupa has two bright stars in her existence—her small daughter Elina and the doctor who made sure she was born.
When Lupa learns that her parents are about to be ended, she finds the courage to break the chains of convention and resolves to bring together all those she cares about—her parents, her daughter, and the young doctor—to defy the cold laws of Providence with a barrage of love.

Lupa is quite a long short story (13,600 words) showing another aspect of life in Providence—the regulation of births. Enders was about the regulation of deaths, logical in an enclosed society where resources are precious and no one has much of an idea how renewable they are. Non-productive members of society are a burden, and in a callous society they are disposed of. The same goes for babies.
Lupa is an ordinary girl, accepting her loveless lot. At least she was. When she is confronted with the programmed death of her parents, the balance tips and she decided to take hold of her destiny. This is the story of a young mother who has had enough of being violated by society and is prepared to risk everything for a dream. It’s the closest to a love story I’ve written so far.

If anyone is interested in reading and, if you like it, reviewing Lupa, just send me a message and I’ll let you have a copy.