Vox: dystopian fiction, and the power of our voices.

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Beautiful. Voiceless. Photo by Autumn Goodman on Unsplash

Remember back in September when a whole lot of us feminists turned our Facebook profile photos black?

I just read a book that totally made me rethink that tactic.

Then yesterday I picked up this novel: Vox by Christina Dalcher.

I’m already halfway through Vox, a 2018 feminist dystopian fiction. It’s impossible to read without thinking of Margaret Atwood’s The Handmaid’s Tale, but Vox feels much more rooted in the now.

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Mother and daughter. Cropped Photo by Caroline Hernandez on Unsplash

In real life, I am constantly advocating for my daughter, for her to have her ideas — her voice — heard.

I watch people (usually men) suggest things for her to agree with rather than asking her open-ended questions. She’s only 4, but, when given the space to talk, she has so many creative ideas and nuanced feelings. Sometimes, people start with an open-ended question, but then they answer it themselves before she has a chance.

My husband read The Handmaid’s Tale,

and Vox as well. But he didn’t watch The Handmaid’s Tale TV show past a few episodes. (I’ve watched them all.) His reason, the reason of so many, is that it’s torture porn, that it’s just too much.

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Empathy for the win! Published in Gen, Human Parts, Heated, Tenderly —Feminism, Sexuality, Veganism, Anti-Racism, Parenting. She/They darcyreeder.substack.com

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