Dove nest

In a world that had just emerged from the furnace of World War I, and returned to exploring literature and the language of the blatant self, Katherine Mansfield knew how to explode a strict and sweet narrative language at the same time, and how to make her readers and critics discover the intimate relationship between her characters and her life, amid a world in which it was clear to her that evil lurks everywhere, quiet and waiting. All we have to do is move some dust, for it to emerge screaming and effective in the souls. Katherine Mansfield's literature is nothing but a constant and harsh struggle against that evil, a struggle that led the writer in the last years of her life, when she went to live in the south of Paris, to engage in a creative feminist group based on the concept of searching for humanity's costly good through literary and artistic expression. It is clear that the decisive contradiction between the life of that group and its asceticism, and the bustle of the capitals that Catherine's stories expressed, contributed fundamentally to hastening her departure, and also to her not objecting to the will of fate.