<p>Theyearis1963.Awomen’sliberationmovementthesizeoftoday’s#MeToomovementhasbeenunderwayforawhile,andit’srollingacrosstheWesternworldlikeanavalanche.InaluxuryflatincentralCopenhagenwemeetoneoftheperiod’sbiggestfemalewriters,ToveDitlevsen,accompaniedbyherhusband,thesadisticeditorinchiefVictorAndreasen.Hertalentisindisputable,onlyherhusband’sdestructiveenvysurpassesit.Andwhilstsheuseshertalentandauthorshiptogiveavoicetothesuppressedwomenofthetime,providingthemwithcouragetoleavebehindhusbandsandthepatriarchalstructuresofsociety,Andreassen’sonlytalentistosellsexisttabloidstothepeople.Tovelooksstraightthroughherhusband’sinferioritycomplex,andyetsheputsupwithhishumiliatingbehaviorandhisviolence.Heistheonewhocontrolsherdrugabuseandrepeatedadmissionstothepsychiatricward-theonlyplaceinwhichshetrulyfindspeacetowrite.Onthisverydaythey’reexpectingalunchguest,likehyenasawaitingtheirprey.Theirpowerstruggleneedsanaudience,aweakplaymatetheycanthrowaroundastheyseefit.Whoismoresuitedthantheyoung,promisingauthorKlausR.,amanwhocelebratesthemodernwoman’srebellionandthenewopportunitiesaffordedtoher?KlausR.believesthey’llbetalkingaboutliteratureinanerathatbelongstowomen-whathedoesn’tknowisthatabloodbathawaitshim.Ordoeshe?</p>
