My daughter recently introduced me to Elfriede Jelinek . It was not so much a recommendation as a complaint. Having run out of subjects that interested her she was forced to study postmodern literature to complete her major. Jelinek's Women as Lovers was on the reading list. I said it sounded interesting. She handed it to me and said "it's all yours". It was interesting, too. Jelinek is a Viennese novelist and plawright, largely unknown outside the German-speaking world until the 2004 Nobel Literature Prize thrust her reluctantly into the global spotlight. The Nobel judges cited her "musical flow of voices and counter-voices in novels and plays that, with extraordinary linguistic zeal, reveal the absurdity of society's clichés and their subjugating power." I suppose that's one way of putting it. Women as Lovers, written in 1974 but not translated into English until 20 years later, is a parody of the ...
"Maybe in this day and age, love thy neighbor should also be love thy nature. After all we are all neighbors to nature; we live in a grand neighborhood called the biosphere, the realm of life on earth, and we depend on it. We are it and it is us, from our gut biome to what we eat, drink, and breathe. Love in this case should manifest as active care." Rebecca Solnit