Unnecessarily focused on gender identity issues (and I mean a whole chapter of why homosexuality has to be redefined in Foucaultian terms or the media representation of transvestites... the book is old and doesn't use the word "transgender" yet), not that I wasn't warned from the beginning but this was painful to read except for Régine Robin's chapter on Autofiction and construction of a fictional self, yet in a distinct way than autobiography. I wish I could get two hours of reading back.
I fail to see the association of such things with literature, because it was mostly presented as such, a lot of the people involved have literature degrees. Highly focused on psychological approach too, which is about the most reductionist thing you could hope for. In all fairness, there was a vaguely interesting discussion about realism and idealism, but one of the authors did not want to assume a position, it seemed, she called herself a materialist to oppose both, somehow founded in Marx who took a lot of Hegelian idealism.
Veredict: I do not understand Marxists at all, and they should quit pretending their works have to do with anything of substance at all, at least as far as literary matters are concerned.