gillpolack @ 2011-05-30T23:48:00

I'm re-reading The Female Man, because I really thought I ought to. I was right. I totally, totally had to. What I missed when I was a confused teenager was the humour. What I miss as a much more ancient person (with half a life behind me and with some profound social changes having happened) is the in-your-face quality. It's almost an entirely different book to the one I read when I was so very much younger. The words are familiar, and the plot and the characters, but whole categories of meaning have shifted.

What came between then and now? Being a feminist. Not arguing the ideas or wondering about what one can do, but actually trying to change the world. I want to be worried that this means I find Russ ineffably amusing (and intentionally so), but I suspect it's simply that I see the world now more the way she wrote it, then. The world is, indeed, a strange and amusing place, for all sorts of reasons that were not apparent to me when I was a teenager.

Canberra friends - the book is now available for loan (like most of my library). I'd love to have someone to talk with about it, face to face, this time round.
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