Hear, that cultural supplements sometimes play their role, I have suddenly come to read the last of Siri Hustvedt, mothers, fathers and so on, of a hunted piece. Aside from the hyperbolic praise he has received –“XXI. Virginia Woolf” of the 21st century, because it offers really clarifying answers. For example, asking if there is the female literature: “If it exists, it’s separated from the body he writes. In this sense, it can be said that Henry James is a female writer and Gertrude Stein is a male writer.” However, he finds it more interesting to remove borders, “to burst categories that we all have rooted, human and natural, male and female, heaven and hell. As Emily Brönt does in his novel Gailur ekaiztunak, a deeply philosophical work, or Virginia Woolf, in his novel Farorantz, one of the largest masterpieces in literary history.”

In the book he develops some more of these issues, for example in the text “Ghost Mentors”: “Henry James immersed himself in what we have called female and when we imagine that Gertrude Stein is male.” It is assumed that “men are the ones who are confused in an editorial battle that seeks the literary, academic, scientific boom,” and women “stay out of the battlefield or without leaving the kitchen”. But, actually, “the feminine is mixed with the masculine, they are impurities, a mess.” No wonder that “people want to live like a person who really is one thing and another.” In the so-called “Open Borders” it says: “Sexual differences” and sex have returned to her, but perhaps it would mean gender, “it’s fundamental to understanding how the world works today.” And I think this will be the case until the elimination of the genders that it should pursue materializes.