OK, so do you want to know how our friend Treglown ends his book on the memory of Franco’s dictatorship in Spain? I couldn’t have come up with anything this obnoxious if I tried.
He tells a story of a young woman who has been searching for the remains of her great-grandfather. He was killed by the fascists during the Civil War and his body was dumped in one of the many mass graves created for Franco’s victims. In the last two sentences of his book, Treglown happily informs the readers that this young woman has had a baby and now has no interest in history, war, dictatorship, and her great-grandfather.
This is precisely the attitude Franco considered the only appropriate one for women.