My name is Jehanne d’Arc. First name, Jehanne. Middle name d’. Last name Arc. I hate the name Joan. I hate English. Don’t call me Mademoiselle d’Arc, either. Or Madame d’Arc. Or Saint anything. I’m not a saint now and I never was one. First, let’s deal with the idea that I was some kind of shepherdess, happily and virginally jaunting through the meadows, feeling the glow of the warm sun on my face and telling my sheep how much I gloried in keeping them as my flock, as though I were a ewe in the flock of Jesus. Me,…
Author: Marie Lathers
Marie Lathers
Marie Lathers grew up in Maryland and now lives in Florida. She holds an advanced degree in French studies and never makes anything up about dead French people. She once spent a month traveling around northern France to visit Joan's birthplace, the towns she saved from the English, and Rouen, where Joan was burned. It was raining in Rouen and just all-around depressing. When not doing things like that, Marie teaches literature and film for an unidentified university. She especially likes writing for children, but sometimes speaks in an adult voice.