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Juliana Liebert
What do you think of when you hear the words medieval, monastery and Roman? Right, to Umberto Eco. With her novel “The Matrix”, however, the American author Lauren Groff is preparing to push the monument aside. Her name of the rose is Marie. And she’s not a rose. But a “giant”. A bastard too. Conceived in a royal rape: “There is no beauty whatsoever in her unadorned Angevin face, only wisdom and passion still unbridled.”