She is looking very hard. She isn’t looking in the usual places. Sifting, searching, sorting, she removes the hooks that baited her, all the claims made on her. She is moving towards autonomy.
‘I Dish is a fractured and a chronological account of the catching, cooking and devouring of a fish which, edited with care and imagination, turns into a disturbing and violent metaphor for the animosity between a young woman and man.’ – Sheila Johnston, Time Out
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