The Totally Hip Video Book Review explores the mysterious world of women’s fiction:
My masters, ever vigilant against the potential chaos of comedy, want me to make sure you understand that THIS IS SATIRE:
- I have never referred to my wife, Dawn Charles, as “Shutterbabe.” That’s an allusion to a 2001 memoir by Deborah Copaken Kogan. Earlier this month, Kogan published an essay in the Nation that detailed her battle with sexism in the publishing and reviewing community.
- Those stats about gender bias in reviews were not from the hair care products company Vidal Sassoon. They were compiled and released by VIDA, a grassroots organization founded in 2009 “to address the need for female writers of literature to engage in conversations regarding the critical reception of women’s creative writing in our current culture.”
- Meg Wolitzer is a friend of mine. The reference to her latest novel, “The Interestings,” was inspired by an essay she published last spring in the New York Times. (Incidentally, her editor for that piece, Pamela Paul, was recently named editor of the New York Times Book Review.)
- “The Woman Upstairs” was written by the novelist Claire Messud, who does not refer to herself as “Mrs. James Wood.” You can read my review of the novel here.
- In the early 1990s, I taught a critical theory course that included “Toward a Feminist Poetics.” Like Elaine Showalter, I’m totally amazed that I got to do that.
- My tie, designed by Nicole Miller, depicts scenes from Freud’s shockingly chauvinistic essays. It was an ironic and much cherished gift from the students in my last critical theory class.
- I have never played Grand Theft Auto: Zombie Run.
- The American novelist Lionel Shriver, who lives in England, is a woman.
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