The page where I finally had enough. Here we see "Mexico's first feminist writer" chastise her slave, Jane, for daring to serve lunch. Juana goes on to taunt Jane for her lack of education, WHICH COMES FROM SLAVES BEING LEGALLY FORBIDDEN TO READ OR WRITE. Then when Jane stands up for her own rights as a woman, Juana dismisses it out of hand as "useless prattle." Feminism!
I might have to abandon this book. 343 pages to go, and I'm already getting fed up with being in the head of such a spoiled, racist princess of a person. If I didn't have such a long way still to go, I could tough it out, I think.
"[Padre Antonio said] "I am talking about a woman's soul, sir, not a primer on rhetoric!"
The Archbishop threw a fig at him, and it splattered on his cassock. "Padre Antonio, you will do me the kindness of never putting those two words together again in my presence. Women have no souls.""
Sor Juana's story is fascinating so far, and I think her collection, Poems, Protest, and a Dream, will be my first November read now.
Sor Juana's Second Dream: A Novel | 
