Live the dove, by: Katherine Mansfield

In a world that had just emerged from the furnace of the First World War, and returned to explore literature and the language of the outspoken self, Catherine Mansfeld knew how to explode a strict and sweet storytelling language at the same time, and how to make her readers and critics discover the intimate relationship between her characters and her life, amidst a world where it was clear to her that evil lurked everywhere, quietly waiting, and all that was needed was to stir some dust so that it would burst forth loudly and effectively in the souls. And Catherine Mansfeld's literature was nothing but a constant and harsh struggle against that evil, a struggle that led the writer in her later years, when she turned to live in the south of Paris, to engage in an artistic women’s community based on the concept of seeking the humanity of the costly good through literary and artistic expression. It is clear that the decisive contradiction between the life of that community and its asceticism, and the noise of the capitals that Catherine’s stories expressed, significantly contributed to her early departure, and also to her non-resistance to the will of fate.