Her sense of reality created during a childhood spent in feminist communes, Clytemnestra visits the Spanish village where she was conceived. Its inhabitants do not read books and have not even heard of feminism. A woman can be called Immaculate Conception and know both her progenitors… and not find either fact strange. Her excitement over this new world is tinged with the pathos of a lifelong search for her father. She knows him through her mother's turgid PhD thesis. She knows him through her mother's romantic novel. But what will it be like to meet him in person?
