“I just think some books are instructions on why women are dirt or hardly exist at all except as accessories or are inherently evil and empty. Or they’re instructions in the version of masculinity that means being unkind and unaware, that set of values that expands out into violence at home, in war, and by economic means.”
Rebecca Solnit (author of 2014’s Men Explain Things To Me) wrote for Literary Hub this sweet and summary slaying of Esquire’s reading list of greatest hits from the misogynistic canon, that dungeon of muscular prose otherwise known as The Canon, plain-n-simple, since as we’re aware “literature” is synonymous with “men’s literature” while we girls gossip irrelevantly in the corner with our namby-pamby CHICK LIT. Notable, isn’t it, how many of the books listed are taught in high school or college English courses, maybe to formally educate young people into fealty to the rightness of male power and an expectation of women’s servile silence and baublehood? I read almost all of these books at an early age and I know they made it so very easy for me to betray myself.