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ha! i just wrote about my little canon issues for our class. after further examining my attraction to primarily white male writers - i have realized that all of my favorites are actually white, male writers that hate (or at least have major issues with ) women. what is that all about?

do i think that i can save them, though they are dead? i think i might. i think i might think that my love and deep understanding of their poetry and prose is just the ticket that they need. is it possible to be
co-dependant with dead writers?


I had to laugh at the memories evoked when you mentioned that the books in your house growing up were religious in nature. We had Oral Roberts books, Tammy Faye's autobiography (interesting reading, I must say...) and the like. The best of the lot was Corrie Ten Boom's account of the Holocaust.

Thank goodness for the library or I don't know who I would be right now. Really.


Whaaaat? You didn't read women writers in college? No Toni Morrison? No Flannery O'Connor, Annie Dillard, Joan Didion, Virginia Woolf? The Brontes? Jane Austen? Where did you go to school?! Were all of your professors male?

Or have I just gone to really liberal schools? Wisconsin, Alaska...probably not.


I went to a woman's college. Natch.


"Neither of my parents went to college. Most of the reading material kept in the house was religious in nature."

Same here. :)

A Tree Grows in Brooklyn was one of my favorites. Still is, actually - it really is quite an adult "young adult" novel, isn't it? I remember reading it when I was 11 or so and wow, there were some interesting/revealing moments.

But in comparison to your concern, I think I'm the opposite. I read those same favorites when I was young, but even now I'm still drawn more to female writers (I wouldn't say the "girlie" kind though) then to ones written by men, and so I worry that when I teach English to a mixed class I'll be more heavily weighted towards them. Guess I'll have to brush up on my Hemingway, Kerouac, Bukowski, etc.

Jeanette Winterson is great! I've noticed that Oranges Are Not the Only Fruit seems to be a big favorite lately among English profs. I had to (re)read it for a class I took last year and its been on multiple reading lists for courses I've browsed.

P.S. I'm enjoying your blog!

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