As Shamas depicts her, Earhart is basically a one-note, protofeminist heroine who pursues adventure for the fun of it.

The man who passed me on the street was a perfect stranger to me. I have never seen him before.

[…]Would you two please draw in a little closer? No — no, that's not a smile there. That's a grin. Satan, what ails you? Where's the famous tongue, Thou onetime Prince of Conversationists? This is polite society you're in Where good and bad are mingled everywhich- way.[…]

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