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Well. I went to meditation group finally again after 2 years and there was a big, long discussion of what we really know for sure (most people said: nothing. 3 people said: my family loves me. My friend said: I need sleep to function. I said: it is always the right decision to trust my intuition).
But I have an addendum: it's pretty clear that one more element of absolute truth is thank god for Toni Morrison.
What Is the Best Work of American Fiction of the Last 25 Years?: from the New York Times. The photo will give you a little giggle to see her in the center of some white-dudes as (appropriately) her backup singers. But then it will be a little depressing to see the one other woman and one black guy on the rest of the list of 25.
Various folks are asking me right now for definitive proof that women's books are taken less seriously than men's, that serious work by women gets less review space, gets published less often and to less fanfare. Is this photo not enough, is this list not enough? Repeating it is getting odd for me: no wonder the Guerrilla Girls had a big nasty lawsuit-- infighting is probably a welcome distraction from the stark statistics and the strong resistance to obvious bias.
My days of being more Bjorklike, off creating in the woods with my own version of Matthew Barney (maybe minus the vaseline furniture & goatheads around the house, though) making his Husband movies and cooking lots of food and not blogging are coming soon. Well, relatively. First get ready for This Is Not Chick Lit, whose birthday, August 1, is the same as Chuck D's.
xxoo Elizabeth