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April 4, 2017

She falls for a “repulsively ugly” hypnotist in Honolulu,

dumps him after an incident at a leper colony, and reports not un-gleefully that two years later he put himself into a “hystero-cataleptic” trance, was presumed dead and was autopsied while still alive.
But by this point she’s only just getting going: off to Japan and Hong Kong (where she finds the British Raj absurd), and to China, where she ransoms a girl from a cathouse and becomes the prisoner of a warlord, who makes her watch an execution by a thousand cuts and informs her, “I am the master of all that is beautiful in this house. I may keep those things, give them away or break them if it pleases me”. Naturally she escapes by night after her dressing gown gets impaled by an assassin’s knife, has a naked orgasmic experience when an old man plays a stringed instrument – “rhythm after rhythm consumed me and lighted fires of passion and madness” – and comes round in the Ladies’ Dressing Room of an expat club – “with an Irish attendant holding smelling salts under my nose”. The exhausting and exhilarating tale of Aimée Crocker | Libby Purves

Posted by gerardvanderleun at April 4, 2017 8:45 AM. This is an entry on the sideblog of American Digest: Check it out.

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Now she looks like a man. Isn't that what we say nowdays about a woman we don't like?

Posted by: pbird at April 4, 2017 9:32 AM

Who bitch dis iz?

Posted by: ghostsniper at April 4, 2017 2:26 PM

Ghost,for the win!

Posted by: Nori at April 4, 2017 4:06 PM

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