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This article is taken from PN Review 57, Volume 14 Number 1, September - October 1987.

Charmeuses/Comédinnes 1 Michael Westlake

Runes, spells, potions, dusty tomes by Eliphas Levi and samizdat photostats secreted by the art's blacks are the material of her true practice, while the prestige post of Attachée Culturelle Française to our city provides her with cover. Marie-Fidèle Persiflage, whose Thèse d'Etat from l'Université de la Double won her the acclaim of France's foremost maître à penser, now sadly deceased, maintains that the dominant paradigms of scientific rationality have colonized vast tracts of cultural territory more properly belonging to other ways of thinking/doing. She sees herself as a freedom fighter on their behalf, assisting in reclaiming what is rightfully theirs. You can't fight on all fronts at once though, so where's she's lit out, lit up, is among the guérillères of magic. She's reasons of her own as to why this than possible others like prediction, poetry and Enlightenment. None of which she speaks of when the guest of the Rotary Club, but praises the Muscadet they imagine will impress. Our business community would have been surprised to learn that their toast of the previous evening, if only all Frogs were like her, was at home in a snooker hall in a rundown quartier close by the canal, sitting up at the bar with a calculator in one hand and an infusion of sweet sessaly in the other, while the barkeep would've laid out anyone who so much as said a word.

There were four tables, all occupied. Her aim was to project four spells, one ...

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