
Forward into the past!
If I hadn’t already been depressed about how the publishing world treats women writers, the article in this week’s Nation would have made me reach
If I hadn’t already been depressed about how the publishing world treats women writers, the article in this week’s Nation would have made me reach
It depends. I’ve been struck by the attention media has lavished on the size of two women writers: Lena Dunham and Jennifer Weiner. Does Hannah
Sound familiar? Cast your mind back to Luce Irigaray’s essay (also book title). Sometimes I think everything important about women was written in the 1970s,
Why do women who have what they think other women want–the magical trifecta of ALL: husband, kids, big job―feel the need to tell women who
I’ve just moved to London for the summer and one of the first things I did was attend the June meeting of “Laydeez do Comics,”
Welcome. Some musings on my current preoccupations with the worlds of illness and the worlds of books, the vicissitudes of living with cancer and the need now, in my eighties, to imagine what new writing might be.