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You might expect the presiding genius for a collection of essays about exceptional women to be someone like Joan of Arc, or Cleopatra, or Hillary Clinton. But for Rosemary Dinnage it's Miss Havisham, that frightening cross between revengeful spinster, broken-hearted victim, and manipulative patroness, forever locked in time and waiting to be consumed by the fire of her own implacable resentment, half witch and half bag lady. Not an attractive or heroic presence to find shadowing Dinnage's choice of 'outsider women,' but a fitting ghost to haunt these somewhat melancholy proceedings. 'If it's about misery, send it to Dinnage,' she imagines her literary editors saying.
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