I still have not detached myself from it. In studies of femininity, it is not enough for old myths to be turned round and have a woman inserted. To create a new myth in which a woman speaks her own language. I was trying to write a book in which the girl has to invent an alphabet for herself in which existence as a woman is also existence as a human being, so that it too should be a question of existence, and not something where femininity shrinks to, for example, the ability to bear children. In some way all of us women have the experience of some kind of gender fraud, something which happens as we change from girls into women.
Books written by women are full of metaphors of, for example, going into the forest, disappearing.
It is necessary to find a language which one can use in order to be a human being. Diva has two separate narrators. There is Diva, the journal-keeper, whose text is at once complex, fragmented, elliptic, childish and adult. There is a narrator who describes Diva from afar and comments one what she has seen and written and talks sometimes to herself, sometimes to her mother. I wanted to try that.