There’s a moment in Anne Boyer’s memoir The Undying in which, discussing the image of the dying woman in Western art, she quotes the structuralist historian Nicole Loraux: “Even when a woman kills herself like a man, she nevertheless dies in her bed, like a woman.” Boyer’s point, and Loraux’s too, I think, is the tendency to locate women (artistically, culturally, politically) in relation to the image of the bed – the bed as a site of intimacy, illness, fantasy, motherhood, reflection, grief....