Collective feminist narratives can acknowledge, to differing degrees, the stories that are missing from them.
Portable and Infinitely Useful
Now that he has passed his first birthday, my son Miles has begun to handle books differently. Instead of gnawing on them, he stacks them purposefully on each other, pulls them off the shelves and ...
The Year of Guilty Pleasures
American critics may as well have designated 2014 the Year of Talking About Guilty Pleasures. In the last 12 months, the New Yorker (three times), the New York Times, Slate, and the Los Angeles ...
Some Men Do
When I first read Rebecca Solnit’s essay “Men Explain Things to Me,” I was reminded of an evening more than 20 years before, when I was studying abroad in Oxford. Another student had brought me along ...
How Angry Is She?
In April of this year, an interviewer asked Claire Messud a silly question about Nora Eldridge, the complex and prickly protagonist of Messud’s new novel The Woman Upstairs: would Messud want to be ...