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210 pages, Hardcover
First published August 2, 2011




Porter herself was a spirited independent woman all of her life. Some would call her a feminist, but not in the sense by which feminists are known today. Save for gender alone, for example, she refused to identify with the women depicted in Simone de Beauvior’s The Second Sex. In 1962, at the age of seventy-two, she informed a book reviewer for the New York Herald Tribune that she had little use for books that make such sweeping assertions as “women are . . . women do . . . women think.” She said that she had never blamed her difficult life on anyone else, nor did she think that being a woman had ever put her at a disadvantage in a male-dominated culture. Being a woman was exciting, she acknowledged, but reading about women as women bored her. Porter was an unlikely feminist both in her refusal to join any group and in her personal distaste for lesbianism, which she associated with the early feminist movement. Moreover, the very act of aligning herself with others violated the spirit of individuality on which she prided herself. When asked by Barbara Thompson about “choosing a pattern” for her life, Porter replied: “The thing is not to follow a pattern. . . . The thing is to accept your own life and not try to live someone else’s life. Look, the thumbprint is what you must go by.” She went on to say that she had “never belonged to any group or huddle of any kind.” Most of Porter’s female protagonists find that family ties, marriage, and love are threats to their personal freedom, and that a woman must be alone to be free. Laura, too, lives by such a dictum, but her independence is achieved at great cost. Her only escape from Mexico’s patriarchal society can come through an inner withdrawal from life, a withdrawal that offers autonomy without hope. Laura’s unwillingness to take chances and her determination to engage neither enemy nor suitor and to make of her one positive act a negative is, in effect, to go to bed with the damned. Porter’s own ”En avant!” [Forward!] was both prayer and battle cry, and it sustained her for ninety years.