I still love Corey Robin!!
One day I really have to write an essay on my absolutely all-time favorite magazine: Princeton Alumni Weekly.
In this week’s edition, a letter writer named Houghton Hutcheson—of course—from Bellaire, Texas—of course—writes a grumbling missive about an earlier feature on Jennifer Weiner. Weiner is the fiction writer who’s been on a campaign to broaden our definition of literature to include books often relegated to the chick lit shelf.
After the usual harrumphing about how there’s no such thing as gender in Literature, Hutcheson coughs up this hairball:
Mirroring her [Weiner’s] own life experiences, many of her featured characters are “plus-size women.” Let’s be honest; do you know any men who would find this formula appealing?
I dunno. Many of Homer’s characters are strapping, bloodthirsty warriors. Many of Swift’s characters are giants or midgets. Many of Mann’s characters are phlegmatic hypochondriacs. And yet, for centuries, women have somehow…
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