Her work thrives on toying with, and challenging, our ingrained judgements about women, sex and desire. The whole disconnection between my imagined Taddeo, and the real woman, feels like something she may have written herself. What greets me instead is a cheery, smiling woman who instantly apologises for having “the worst haircut of my life” and who yawns continually because her young daughter kept her up all night, scared of thunderstorms. She had become to take shape in my mind, reading her staggering debut book Three Womenand her equally impactful first novel Animal, as some sort of sultry, serious, perhaps even mildly terrifying person.
Lisa Taddeo isn’t at all what I expected her to be.
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