Robert Frost’s life in poetry, P.G. Wodehouse in America, Homer’s dogs, men and fiction, Europe's disappearing farmers, Marion Milner's method, and more.
Oh my goodness! Thank you not for the link to the essay in the Metropolitan Review. Not because I’m incurious about the “men don’t read or write” anymore. That’s the defining existential question for male writers at the moment and I’d love to be engaging you in that topic at the moment. However, the referred essay, while obviously well researched (far beyond what my stamina could bear) felt more like a sustained whine than the intellectually astute argument a new, striving, marquis piece a neonatal literary journal should be publishing. I’d love to be referred to a well conceived critique of contemporary women’s literature. We know women can write as well as men and create male and female characters as well as men (for me with my own limited experience I’d cite George Eliot, Wolf, and Hazard as examples and forgive me if I’ve misspelled, I’m old and it’s late!). I felt like the young author (and I’m afraid of losing what I’ve written if I leave to look up his name) is so angry at how far the pendulum has swung against the old paradigm that he’s wasted a vast amount of time reading women authors he hates instead of focusing on his own writing.
Okay. I got that off my chest. Hopefully tomorrow I’ll remember to go read about Homer and how he writes about our friends in the animal kingdom. I’m looking forward to that!
Oh my goodness! Thank you not for the link to the essay in the Metropolitan Review. Not because I’m incurious about the “men don’t read or write” anymore. That’s the defining existential question for male writers at the moment and I’d love to be engaging you in that topic at the moment. However, the referred essay, while obviously well researched (far beyond what my stamina could bear) felt more like a sustained whine than the intellectually astute argument a new, striving, marquis piece a neonatal literary journal should be publishing. I’d love to be referred to a well conceived critique of contemporary women’s literature. We know women can write as well as men and create male and female characters as well as men (for me with my own limited experience I’d cite George Eliot, Wolf, and Hazard as examples and forgive me if I’ve misspelled, I’m old and it’s late!). I felt like the young author (and I’m afraid of losing what I’ve written if I leave to look up his name) is so angry at how far the pendulum has swung against the old paradigm that he’s wasted a vast amount of time reading women authors he hates instead of focusing on his own writing.
Okay. I got that off my chest. Hopefully tomorrow I’ll remember to go read about Homer and how he writes about our friends in the animal kingdom. I’m looking forward to that!