Does the framework often utilized by writers in the Southern Frontier tradition. Why does the use of the vernacular seem to deface the literary qualities of a work? Did the authors envy the frontiersmen and secretly wish to return to the kind of simpler living outside of the concerns of social status? Were the backwoodsmen as kind of ideal or just a cultural anomaly?
Is this visceral urge something to be ashamed of, something you must suppress to show due deference to 'standards' of literary appraisal? But then why don't I feel conflicted enough while handing out my 5 stars to those modern masterpieces written mostly by dead, white men?
All those narrative voices that b I look at the progression of 5-star ratings by friends - mostly women - and wonder if it is a womanly weakness to rate a book 5 stars which deconstructs the world from the female perspective?
All those narrative voices that busy themselves with the righteous task of pondering the depths of colonialism and oppression and class conflict and what other sociopolitical fuckups have you while simultaneously omitting out one half of the human race's points of view - books that throw in a woman character as the obligatory object of patronizing love or lust or as a lifeless plot device, turning her into a mere accessory meant to embellish the life of the male narrator whose word is the truth by default while the sanctity of all else is subject to skepticism.
The naked women are presented in the same manner as the plates of meat and dead lobsters, with the same attention to the play of candlelight on skin, the same lusciousness, the same sensuous and richly rendered detail, the same painterly delight in tactility.
Or is this a failing of civilization that a large majority of readers will simply glance at that blurb or the reviews which make it sound as if this were solely about the private world of girls, spot that glaring 'feminism' label and dismiss the possibility of reading this?
One would think that even a literary treatment of the 'private world of girls' is a subject so outside the sphere of all humanly concern that it warrants the level of universal apathy it generates.
Women are hard to keep track of, most of them. They slip into other names, and sink without a trace. This is not so much the story of an ageing female painter Elaine Risley - a relic of the pre-feminism mode of life - told in snatches, as much as it is an account of the relationships which molded and shaped her character and the enduring trauma of childhood bullying which manifested itself in nearly all her life choices, flawed as they were.
Not so much a fictionalized outpouring of her discontent with her declining youth and whitening hair as much her rivetting blow-by-blow dissection of the world and the people around her through the years. And because I know Atwood stringently avoids any associations with the term 'feminist' or any group identity which seeks to shoehorn her writing into some exclusive compartment, I'll merely say it also includes some of the most cutting, precise and unbiased observations about every issue of major importance.
Wars, terrorism, racism, religious bigotry, sexism, misogyny, art and art criticism, motherhood, the politics of relationships The world is being run by people my age, men my age, with falling-out hair and health worries, and it frightens me. When the leaders were older than me I could believe in their wisdom, I could believe they had transcended rage and malice and the need to be loved.
Now I know better. I look at the faces in newspapers, in magazines, and wonder: The complexity of relationships between women of nearly all ages is often a difficult thing to fully comprehend let alone commit to paper.
Generally, we find it easier to communicate with men. While with other women you are forever grasping at straws, unable to determine which layer of superficiality you are dealing with and which of your layers of feigned cordiality or fabricated fellow feeling may win their favor.
But Atwood, the mistress of the craft that she is, has brought the private, secretive world of female bondings alive and demolished one of the greatest pop culture stereotypes ever - that of the mean girl.
So believe the reviewers who have confessed to having a Cordelia-like frenemy in their lives - someone who understood them better than a lot of people while simultaneously doling out emotional torment in devious ways. Once you come across a Cordelia in your life - no matter how much you may have loathed her at times - it's hard to dull the edges of the memory of your involvement with her.
She looms larger than life at the back of your mind and fades into the distance of years. Try as you might you cannot forget her.
And neither could Elaine. There is the same shame, the sick feeling in my body, the same knowledge of my own wrongness, awkwardness, weakness; the same wish to be loved; the same loneliness; the same fear.
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