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Charlotte Perkins Gilman

• Herausgeber: LBO
• Kategorie: Gesellschafts- und Liebesromane
• Sprache: Englisch
• Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2015

Beschreibung

In the perfect isolation of the Amazon, three American men discover a community of women living there, they're totally upset: how these women can survive without the reproductive power of men, their experience and strenght and knowledge? The three man then understand that the women have found a civilization free from poorness, disease and stereotipycal tradition. All by themselves they have created a society full of calm and prosperity: a real feminist utopia that can threaten away the old and abused concept of male supremacy

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Table of contents

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CHAPTER 1. A Not Unnatural Enterprise

CHAPTER 2. Rash Advances

CHAPTER 3. A Peculiar Imprisonment

CHAPTER 4. Our Venture

CHAPTER 5. A Unique History

CHAPTER 6. Comparisons Are Odious

CHAPTER 7. Our Growing Modesty

CHAPTER 8. The Girls of Herland

CHAPTER 9. Our Relations and Theirs

CHAPTER 10. Their Religions and Our Marriages

CHAPTER 11. Our Difficulties

CHAPTER 12. Expelled

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CHAPTER 1. A Not Unnatural Enterprise

This is written from memory, unfortunately. If I could have brought with me the material I so carefully prepared, this would be a very different story. Whole books full of notes, carefully copied records, firsthand descriptions, and the pictures—that's the worst loss. We had some bird's-eyes of the cities and parks; a lot of lovely views of streets, of buildings, outside and in, and some of those gorgeous gardens, and, most important of all, of the women themselves.

Nobody will ever believe how they looked. Descriptions aren't any good when it comes to women, and I never was good at descriptions anyhow. But it's got to be done somehow; the rest of the world needs to know about that country.

I haven't said where it was for fear some self-appointed missionaries, or traders, or land-greedy expansionists, will take it upon themselves to push in. They will not be wanted, I can tell them that, and will fare worse than we did if they do find it.

It began this way. There were three of us, classmates and friends—Terry O. Nicholson (we used to call him the Old Nick, with good reason), Jeff Margrave, and I, Vandyck Jennings.

We had known each other years and years, and in spite of our differences we had a good deal in common. All of us were interested in science.

Terry was rich enough to do as he pleased. His great aim was exploration. He used to make all kinds of a row because there was nothing left to explore now, only patchwork and filling in, he said. He filled in well enough—he had a lot of talents—great on mechanics and electricity. Had all kinds of boats and motorcars, and was one of the best of our airmen.