In which I confess to being unable to finish a book.

[featherynscale]

Upon further reflection, I don't think I can make it through even one of the Sheri Tepper books that saffronhare loaned me, let alone both. The concentrated misanthropy is making me feel sort of ill and strange in the head. I might be able to finish The Gate to Women's Country in small doses, but unless there's considerably less gender-based nastiness in Gibbon's Decline and Fall I'm not sure I'm even going to be able to pick it up.

I've taken refuge in Lord of the Rings. Not many women therein, true, but those that are there are generally treated like worthwhile human (or whatever) beings.

Just another version of my disaffection for gender roles and gender politics. Pass by.

Comments

Tepper

[saffronhare.livejournal.com]

Yes, the story lines do begin to wear on a person. Sort of like reading too much Margaret Atwood in succession. Best to break it up with a bit of Terry Pratchett, too.

As for my reading, I have decided that thinking about doing the quarter exercise out of Prometheus Rising for two weeks is roughly equal to doing the quarter excercise. In a few days, I will commence to alternately think about and forget about doing the next set.

Re: Tepper

[featherynscale.livejournal.com]

Yeah, I think if I could dredge up a copy of Equal Rites that would about fit the bill for sane contrast.

And about the quarters, since the point is simply to contrast the effectiveness of two (or more) different methods and thought-processes, all should be well there.

Re: Tepper

[wolfieboy.livejournal.com]

Yeah, Tepper has gotten a bit more forceful in her preaching as time goes on. I forgot which one I stopped with but I couldn't both respect myself and continue to read the book. So, I stopped reading.