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Tess Catalano "Take Back the Night" and other academic essays, 1982

1982-09-15 Catalano #5 Page 1

Catalano 
Assign. #5
15 Sept 82

   A battered face takes about six hours to show bruises and six weeks for them to begin to fade. 

[handwritten]
[the precision here is effective - unexpectedly (and [loadely?] ) objective in the context of violence suggested by the subject] 

Such as 

[handwritten]
[the link is loosened by all that comes between the first "face" as this one. We expect "bruises" to be the antecedent, or we are thrown off by the fact that the face on the doorstep hasn't yet become an example of the whole cycle described in the first sentence.] 

the face of my friend when she appeared at my doorstep one night. At that time her eyes were only red, her cheeks merely streaked. By the time we had called the local safe house, contacted the police, and secured the children, her face was a frightening display of blues and purples with a sickly yellow blended throughout. 
   When he called the next day, the swelling had gone down, but the color was up When he tried to apologize and begged her to come back, the anger in her face only made the blues blacker and purples redder. Like an epithet of anger struck across her face, the bruises collectively reminded her of who she was and how she had been treated. 
   The next week at the DA's office the yellow was fading. Charges were filed and a trial date set. He had waved the right to a speedy trial knowing that in thirty days the bruises might still be there, but in two maybe three months they would have faded to a shadow. 
Next came the waiting; for calls from the DA, from him, from friends. And questions: of dicorce, custody, of safety, where to live. And always the trial, looming at the fore like bad weather. Through it all were the bruises. Ever changing in shape and color like a bellwether of recovery, they began to fade as the weeks unfolded. 

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[what difference does this change make?] 

Like a new appendage she learned both to appreciate and to hate them. They would surprise her in the mirror each morning and throughout the day. One day she would wear them with the pride of a survivor, the next she would be asking other women at the house how to hide them with make-up for a job interview. At the safe house they were 

[handwritten]
[well focused]

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Catalano Assign. #5 15 Sept 82 A battered face takes about six hours to show bruises and six weeks for them to begin to fade. [handwritten] [the precision here is effective - unexpectedly (and [loadely?] ) objective in the context of violence suggested by the subject] Such as [handwritten] [the link is loosened by all that comes between the first "face" as this one. We expect "bruises" to be the antecedent, or we are thrown off by the fact that the face on the doorstep hasn't yet become an example of the whole cycle described in the first sentence.] the face of my friend when she appeared at my doorstep one night. At that time her eyes were only red, her cheeks merely streaked. By the time we had called the local safe house, contacted the police, and secured the children, her face was a frightening display of blues and purples with a sickly yellow blended throughout. When he called the next day, the swelling had gone down, but the color was up When he tried to apologize and begged her to come back, the anger in her face only made the blues blacker and purples redder. Like an epithet of anger struck across her face, the bruises collectively reminded her of who she was and how she had been treated. The next week at the DA's office the yellow was fading. Charges were filed and a trial date set. He had waved the right to a speedy trial knowing that in thirty days the bruises might still be there, but in two maybe three months they would have faded to a shadow. Next came the waiting; for calls from the DA, from him, from friends. And questions: of dicorce, custody, of safety, where to live. And always the trial, looming at the fore like bad weather. Through it all were the bruises. Ever changing in shape and color like a bellwether of recovery, they began to fade as the weeks unfolded. [handwritten] [what difference does this change make?] Like a new appendage she learned both to appreciate and to hate them. They would surprise her in the mirror each morning and throughout the day. One day she would wear them with the pride of a survivor, the next she would be asking other women at the house how to hide them with make-up for a job interview. At the safe house they were [handwritten] [well focused]