I like to read. Okay, that is not especially insightful. But, I am tired of reading books about men by men. In fact, I don’t really want to read books about men by women. I want to read books by women about women. I think that’s a simple request. Oh ho, it is not a simple request. This article on Salon says out of the best sellers ( the ones published in those illustrious magazines such as The New Yorker and reviewed in Harpers and New York Review of Books ) men outnumber women 2 to 1. And sadly, that Twilight lady and J.K. Rowling are two of the women in their count.
AH, my task has been confirmed as difficult.
However, I don’t like the question on the second page: “Is it easier for women of color to write an ambitious American novel?” It’s irritating and demeans our task and marginalizes it. But, I would venture to say that the Great American Novel is going to come from the bottom, the outside, the margins, whatever you want to call it because that vantage point affords the best perspective of the whole. So, the Great American Novel is going to be written by an American Indian woman or Black woman, and maybe they’ll be lesbian!
That’ll be the triple threat, right there. Naw, the triple achievement!