I'm Really Aware That In Fiction, Women

Something We Do Know Is That Review Coverage Does Go To Male Authors More Than Women Authors. That's A Fact. I Think It's One Of Those Examples Of Unconscious Bias: If You Hire A Lot Of Male Journalists, They're More Likely To Pick Up The Latest Ian Mcewan Novel Than The Latest A.s. Byatt Novel.

We're Standing On The Deck That's All Wooden Like The Deck Of A Ship. There's Fuzz On It, Little Bundles. Grandma Says It's Some Kind Of Pollen From A Tree. "which One?" I'm Staring Up At All The Differents. "can't Help You There, I'm Afraid." In Room We Knowed What Everything Was Called But In The World There's So Much, Persons Don't Even Know The Names.

I Think About Old Nick Carrying Me Into The Truck, I'm Dizzy Like I'm Going To Fall Down. "scared Is What You're Feeling," Says Ma, "but Brave Is What You're Doing." "huh?" "scaredybrave." "scave." Word Sandwiches Always Make Her Laugh But I Wasn't Being Funny.

There Are So Many Examples Today Of How The Kind Of Wonderful Zealousness And Unquestioning Loyalty Of Young People Can Be Harnessed By All Sorts Of Insidious Powers.

The Collector [john Fowles Book] Does Such A Good Job Of Capturing The Mindset Of A Capturer, And Also That's Become A Banal Trope Of Every Second Crime Novel: The Weirdo, Fetishistic Watcher/stalker/kidnapper/kidnapper Of Women Or Children.