Witches’ brew

Reclaiming the ancient craft of ale making

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  • Published 20221101
  • ISBN: 978-1-922212-74-0
  • Extent: 264pp
  • Paperback (234 x 153mm), eBook

THREE YEARS AGO, I wrote a book about witches.

I was trying to figure out how to talk about the slippery and slightly mystical qualities of women when they’re working together. I said something like a witch is a woman on the margins, and because all women are marginalised in a patriarchy, we are all witches.

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