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Eleanor's Feminist Fiction Reading Group

Sunday 25th October, 6pm

Venue
Topping & Company Booksellers of York, 1 Museum Street, York YO1 7DT
Doors Open
5.45pm
Start Time
6pm
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Welcome to our Feminist Fiction Reading Group! A place discover an array of titles and themes by female authors selected each month by Eleanor. From a feminist perspective we will be reading and discussing all sorts of works by female authors from forgotten classics to contemporary literary fiction.

Our featured book for August will be Ruins Child the stunning debut novel by Giada Scodellaro.

There’s no need to prepare or pressure to contribute at all - just bring your lovely self - but do feel free to mention a particular passage or character that you enjoyed during your reading.

Each entry place costs £5, fully redeemable as a voucher towards a copy of the book. We hope you’ll join us for some great conversation.


Set in what may be the future, and centred on six women sharing a space in some sort of crumbling apartment tower, Ruins, Child is remarkable for its irresistible sweep, wit, and prickly splintered truth. Giada Scodellaro’s novel is like a precious old mirror: dropped, looking up at you, flashing light and bits of the undeniable. With the pulsating sway of its liquid mosaic narrative, the novel may recall Virginia Woolf’s The Waves, but is entirely its own animal: kaleidoscopic, pointedly disorienting in its looseness, and powered along by snatches of speech from its compelling ensemble cast, often vernacular, often overheard. It’s a book seemingly drawn from deep wells of Black American reality: Scodellaro’s female protagonists push back against authority in the very vivacity of their telling, setting afoot a freeing-up and a mysterious inversion of marginalization. A surreal musing, Ruins, Child uses the lens of urban infrastructure, social commentary, folklore, choreography and collective listening to create an ethnography of place and an ode to communal ruins.

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