WEEK 6

Last week I read The bleeding heart by Marilyn French, Enduring love by Ian McEwan and The yellow wallpaper by Charlotte Perkins Gilman.

OK: Curtis Sittenfeld is publishing a new novel, out on the 25th of June, called Sisterland. So.excited.I.cannot.breathe.

WHAT I WANT IS FOR MEN TO BE LIKE WOMEN

"Yes, she wanted to say, the whole world goes the same way. There is a word for hatred of all people: misanthrophy. There is a word for hatred of women: misogyny. But there is no word for hatred of men, males. Apparently such a thing is inconceivable. Oh, there was a war all right, but it wasn't women who declared it, it was men thousands of years ago. They declared women invalid and built that illegitimacy into the laws, into the very dreams of human race. That division lies curled deeply at the very root of our whole power-hungry, industrial, nature-crushing, ambitious, structured, patriarchal, hierarchical world. But when women started to fight back, men threw up their hands in horror and screamed in hate and fear about man-hating women! Yes!
   [...] So that men who don't go as far as others in their misogyny, men who are willing to admit that perhaps women can do "men's" jobs, can think, can act, men who are willing to admit that perhaps men haven't been entirely fair to women over the ages, men like that feel virtuous and pure and large and generous and expect women to fall all over with them with gratitude. Yes."
- The bleeding heart, Marilyn French

THE PLACE WHERE I AM IS MISSING FROM MY VIEW.

Finished reading What I loved last week. It was very beautiful. Then I read Gone girl by Gillian Flynn; I just needed something easy and this is probably one of the most satisfying thrillers I have ever read (not that I've read many, she adds snobbishly). It was such a page-turner which is my least favourite word after unputdownable, but I seriously could not stop reading. It was the same with What I loved but for completely different reasons.

Since I like ending my blog posts with webcam pictures, here's another one for you:

TO BE KISSED ON THE LIPS BY YOUR HUSBAND
IS THE MOST DECADENT THING.

THE GRASS IS SINGING

Finished reading The grass is singing by Doris Lessing yesterday. It was great. God, she is so brilliant. I'm currently reading Siri Hustvedt's What I loved. Tried reading it last year, but it wasn't the right time for it. Giving it another try now.

Irène Némirovsky