Seek and ye shall forget how to read

[image error]Once upon a time I was a voracious reader, intimately acquainted with the works of Philip Roth,  Herman Hesse and Hawthorne. Then one day in the mid-nineties, I was in Barnes & Noble with my friend Zoë. She disappeared for a little while, then returned with a candy-colored book in her hand. Giggling, she dropped it onto our table. It was called The Real Rules by Barbara DeAngelis, and had been written as a response to that awful anti-feminist relationship guide, The Rules. We turned to the...