Mina Méchante

A quick Google of the word "méchante" will inform you that it is, in fact, the "feminine for of méchant". Helpful? Didn't think so. A quick Google of the word "méchant" will lead you to the definition of "wicked...a baddie, villain". That being said, our very own Mina Méchante is a danerous femme indeed. While you're distracted by the porcelain skin being poured out before you, she'll slide a knife-sharp interpretation of Nabakov's Lolita under your rib and bleed you slowly...or something like that.

Mina's Favorite Literary Quotes

"I will always be the virgin-prostitute, the perverse angel, the two-faced sinister and saintly woman." - Anais Nin, Henry and June

"Lolita, light of my life, fire of my loins. My sin, my soul. Lo-lee-ta: the tip of the tongue taking a trip of three steps down the palate to tap, at three, on the teeth. Lo. Lee. Ta. She was Lo, plain Lo, in the morning, standing four feet ten in one sock. She was Lola in slacks. She was Dolly at school. She was Dolores on the dotted line. But in my arms she was always Lolita. Did she have a precursor? She did, indeed she did. In point of fact, there might have been no Lolita at all had I not loved, one summer, an initial girl-child. In a princedom by the sea. Oh when? About as many years before Lolita was born as my age was that summer. You can always count on a murderer for a fancy prose style. Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, exhibit number one is what the seraphs, the misinformed, simple, noble-winged seraphs, envied. Look at this tangle of thorns." Nabokov, Lolita

"...and how he kissed me under the Moorish wall and I thought well as well him as another and then I asked him with my eyes to ask again yes and then he asked me would I yes to say yes my mountain flower and first I put my arms around him yes and drew him down to me so he could feel my breasts all perfume yes and his heart was going like mad and yes I said yes I will Yes." James Joyce, Ulysses

"...I seemed to be lying neither asleep nor awake looking down a long corridor of gray halflight where all stable things had become shadowy paradoxical all I had done shadows all I had felt suffered taking visible form antic and perverse mocking without relevance inherent themselves with the denial of the significance they should have affirmed thinking I was I was not who was not was not who." Faulkner,The Sound and the Furty

"You're on earth. There's no cure for that." Beckett, Endgame