Within the palazzo and Nazi Germany, we can revisit such works to ask: How did this woman not see the atrocities around her? Why did she not speak up, or act differently?
This female intimacy borne from conflict is truer to life than perfectly manufactured, hyperfictional Victorian romance, and as a result, compels attention despite its lack of focus.
"It would almost be funny, how fragile a man and his ego can be, if it weren’t so very literally deadly. She never used to think of it as anything more than catcalls, mere shouting voices, side-eyed glances, all cast into the darkest pits of her memory."