Conversations with Myself May 24, 2008
While watching the lastest VH1 documentary SEX: THE REVOLUTON I couldn’t help but notice the plethora of writers who were tapped as instrumental in the progression of society’s viewpoints on sex/personal politics. It made me nostalgic for a time when Americans saw books as a conduit of social change. Maybe it’s my inner bibliophile that longs for a time when asking a person in my generation who their favorite writer was didn’t illicit blank stare , but I think that there is a definite sea change that has occurred in the last decade regarding the public’s relationship with writing; particularly in nonfiction targeted at women. Where are our era’s Erica Jong’s? Where’s the balls? Have our balls been replaced by Candace Bushnell’s balls? Who will write the next Anna Karenina? Why aren’t men writing about the aftermath of the sexual revolution?Why is it that everything we do write is more like a blueprint for strategic warfare, or a script? What ever happened to lengthy , digestible,contemplative, entertaining, well written discourses that pushed boundaries? Oh yeah, they’re in magazines….Men’s magazines.
Discuss.
P.S.No offence Candace. I still love you and your four neurotics (that are really emotionally just one woman…Brill). I’ll see you guys next week.