Showing posts with label 2011 Feminist Literature Challenge. Show all posts
Showing posts with label 2011 Feminist Literature Challenge. Show all posts

Tuesday, March 20, 2012

Book Review: The Beauty Myth by Naomi Wolf

This was part of last year's Feminist Classics Challenge. I didn't get a chance to read it because I was totally overwhelmed by graduate school that month. I finally got around to finishing it a couple of weeks ago, and wound up being pretty underwhelmed by it. A lot of that was probably hype; The Beauty Myth is one of those Big Feminist Books That Everybody Reads and Thinks Is Really Important, and the only author in that category who has ever lived up to the hype, in my opinion, is Susan Faludi. I've also had my view of Naomi Wolf pretty well poisoned by Fire With Fire, which is unbelievably victim-blame-y (so much so that I could only make it through a few chapters before tossing it aside in disgust), and her conduct during the Julian Assange rape fracas of a few years ago.

Reading The Beauty Myth confirmed what I've come to think of her: an embodiment of everything that annoys me about white, affluent, "empowered" American feminists. Incapable of seeing past her own good fortune, Wolf's analysis of the role that the beauty industry plays in the lives of women is shallow and completely lacking in nuance. Much of the book is songs in the key of "Duh!"-- totally obvious. Like, eating disorders are a form of social control? Really? Women lose a lot of time and productivity to looking good? No way! There's a double standard between the ways aging men and aging women are perceived? Say it ain't so! The cosmetics and plastic surgery industry exploit women's collective low self-esteem for profit? Whoa! That had never occurred to me before.

Admittedly, The Beauty Myth was first published in 1991, but I have a hard time believing that this issue hadn't been addressed in previous feminist works by other authors. Perhaps in a less comprehensive form? I don't know. Either way, it's relative strengths as a cohesive narrative of the way that beauty culture screws women over is totally undermined by the fact that it's really quite racist. In all of her talk of makeup and cosmetic surgeries and eating disorders, Wolf discusses racial issues once. In a single paragraph. No analysis of whiteness as the overarching standard of beauty, no discussion of the psychological damage that ideal inflicts on women of color, and no referencing the further extremes that they must go to in order to appear White-beautiful. That's a huge weakness, in my mind, as is the fact that she doesn't discuss the realities facing poor women of all races who are often stuck in the service industry, which is incredibly biased against women who are less attractive and/or are aging visibly.

The fact that the issues of race and class are totally off Wolf's radar is something I take a pretty strong issue with. Not only is it really myopic, it undermines the credibility of The Beauty Myth as a feminist work. I'd say it's worth reading for the theory behind it and its and the fact that I mostly agree with her overarching thesis, but it's so dated (how ironic that a book about beauty culture didn't age well!) that I don't think it's really worth it. 2 out of 5 stars.

Tuesday, July 5, 2011

Gigantic Undertakings

I'm feeling a little overwhelmed by my current reading material. I've been bogged down in Vanity Fair (which I'm reading for the Victorian Lit challenge) since April. It's not that I'm not enjoying it, it's that it's such an everlasting slog, it's not even funny. I get it, Thackeray. You're funny. Let's move on, shall we? I'll probably finish it eventually, but I'm so burned out I can't even turn my nook on.

Beyond that, I'm having a difficult time getting going on The Second Sex, the Classic Feminist Lit challenge book for July, and it's over seven hundred pages! I really need to get cracking on that if I'm to finish it by the end of the month (also, it's a library book). It's also going to be something of a slog; the English translation is so densely-worded.  I'm already having a hard time focusing. Not fun.

Hopefully, I'll get some reading done on my day off tomorrow. I also have a gigantic backlog of book reviews to write and some online-presence housekeeping to take care of (I just got google+, so I need to organize my picasa albums, and my goodreads page is so sadly neglected). This whole working six days a week thing is really killing my ability to do this whole "blogging every day" thing. Oof.

Tuesday, June 7, 2011

Book Review: God Dies by the Nile by Nawal Saadawi

God Dies by the Nile is June's selection for the Classic Feminist Literature Challenge I've been working on. As it's only one hundred and thirty pages long, I finished it rather quickly, even though it was a very difficult book to read.

Part of that is due to my own cultural biases: not only am I American, but parts of my family have been here since before the Civil War (my mother's mother's family), before the Revolutionary War (my father's mother's family) and before any white people were here at all (my father's father's family). I don't say that to be American-er than thou, much as I enjoy offering to help racist, immigrant-hating white people pack their bags for their trip back to Europe, just that I haven't been exposed to any cultures other than my own and I don't hail from any fresh-off-the-boat groups. Beyond that, there's the issue of translation, which I have a long-standing beef with; it can be difficult to disentangle the words of the writer from the translator's interpretation of their words.

The remainder of my difficulties stem from the narrative style, which bears a strong resemblance to Toni Morrison's Beloved. While I enjoyed Beloved and God Dies by the Nile, both were somewhat incomprehensible due to the stream-of-conscious narration that jumped from character to character. Luckily for me, I read a lot of post-modernist literature, so that kind of thing doesn't throw or frustrate me. It just means I have to read some paragraphs a few extra times and flip through previous chapters to make sure I got the details right.

The similarities between God Dies by the Nile and Beloved don't stop there; thematically, the two are quite similar. God Dies by the Nile depicts an act of incredible violence perpetrated by a poor Egyptian women against the mixed-race, blue-eyed Mayor of her town, Kafr El Teen, who has sexually exploited both of her nieces and imprisoned her brother and son in order to conceal his actions. Beloved tells the story of an escaped slave woman who attempts (and succeeds, with one) to kill her children rather than subject them to the brutality of slavery. Both women, Zakeya and Sethe, live incredibly hard lives, surviving through their wits and hard, physical labor, and are constantly tormented by the inequalities that surround them. Both Morrison and Saadawi do an incredible job of rendering even the most violent, desperate acts understandable and those who commit them human.

As far as the feminist implications go (as I guess that's the point of reading this!), Saadawi manages to touch on a number of issues that affected Egyptian women in the 1970's, from FGM to sexual assault to having their lives and freedoms dependent upon the will of men. She also touches on the consequences of extreme abuses of power that stem from the divine right attitude that the Mayor and his cronies possess. It's easy to see how and why her writings landed her in jail; writing that threatens the status quo so obviously seldom goes unpunished, particularly in repressive regimes. I look forward to reading more of her work in the future.

4 out of 5 stars.

Saturday, May 28, 2011

Book Review: So Long a Letter by Mariama Ba

I was supposed to read So Long a Letter for the Classic Feminist Literature challenge back in January, but the library didn't have any copies and it took me a while to get around to procuring one through Amazon's used booksellers. (Read: I was lazy, broke, and had a gigantic pile of library books to get through). Once I realized that the library didn't have a copy of God Dies by the Nile (June's selection) either, I decided to buy them both. I'm very glad that I did; So Long a Letter was excellent.

Taking the form of a (very long) letter from Ramatoulaye to Aissatou, a friend from school, So Long a Letter details the struggles that modern, educated women face in a slowly changing society. Ramatoulaye details her experiences following the death of her husband, who had betrayed her several years earlier by taking a second wife. Not only must she contend with his second wife's family's attempts at her property and see to the raising and educating of her numerous children, she must rebuff a number of attempts by her husband's friends to marry her. Throughout the letter, she reveals the extent to which entrenched patriarchy dominates her life, making freedom and self-determination very difficult. She also muses upon their husbands' choices to take second wives despite their earlier promises, reading them to be a calculated betrayal of their ideals.

Overall, an intriguing look into African feminism. I only wish I could have read it in French; this translation was a little wonky. 4 out of 5 stars.

Tuesday, May 10, 2011

Book Review: A Room of One's Own by Virginia Woolf

A Room of One's Own is the May selection for the Classic Feminist Literature Challenge I'm participating in this year. Virginia Woolf is another author I've read in excerpt, but have never completed a full work. I'd seen this book quoted in a number of other feminist works, and was looking forward to reading it. I wasn't disappointed! Woolf is, above all, very intelligent, highly articulate, and quite quotable:
"The history of men's opposition to women's emancipation is more interesting perhaps than the story of that emancipation itself."
Anyway. A Room of One's Own is apparently an expansion of a lecture Woolf once gave about women in literature, in which she argued that it is impossible to say anything true or of substance about women's literature, due to women's ongoing socio-economic and cultural subjection to men. Women, she writes, must have money and a room of their own in order to truly write. Too much of literature written by women had been composed around their domestic duties (think: Jane Austen in the parlor) or in direct opposition to them. Either way, Woolf believes, it revolves too much around men: they're either being catered to or condemned, and in neither case is a woman writer really composing women's literature. In order for that to happen, Woolf argues, a woman must be able to support herself and have her own space.

It's a compelling argument, one that still applies today, in far more realms than just writing. 4 out of 5 stars.

Saturday, April 16, 2011

Book Review: Herland by Charlotte Perkins Gilman


Herland by Charlotte Perkins Gilman is April's reading for the 2011 Classic Feminist Literature Challenge. This was one of the few books in the challenge that I'd never heard of before; the majority of them I've seen discussed elsewhere or have read in whole (The Subjection of Women, Ain't I a Woman?) or in excerpt (A Vindication of the Rights of Woman, The Beauty Myth). I was interested in getting a chance to read something by an author I'd never heard of previously as well as some early twentieth century American literature, a genre in which I haven't read much.

Herland is a utopian novella that depicts the journey of three wealthy-ish, well-educated men who stumble across a remote country that is exclusively populated by women while on an expedition in South America. Not wanting to share their discovery with the rest of the team, they return to the United States and begin planning their own expedition. Terry, the adventure-obsessed playboy, is enamored of the idea of a country full of silly, helpless, squabbling women who will undoubtedly fall all over themselves in order to claim the prize that is him, agrees to finance the expedition. Jeff and Van (the narrator) tag along because they, too, are intensely curious about what a country of all women would be like, though neither harbors the sexist notions that Terry does.

Upon arriving, they are immediately taken captive by the women and are imprisoned in a fortress where they are taught the language and history of Herland. While Jeff and Van aren't exactly enthused by this state of affairs, they soon befriend their captors and make strides in their new education. Terry, on the other hand, is positively incensed at his captivity by lowly (also, unattractive and middle-aged) women, and convinces the others to escape. Their escape is, of course, unsuccessful; when they finally make it back to their biplane, they find it sewn up in thick fabric. Unable to leave, they are recaptured and returned to the fortress. The women inform them that they will be allowed to leave and explore the countryside once they have learned the language and customs of Herland and have demonstrated themselves trustworthy. At this, Terry reluctantly agrees to play along, though he is never fully convinced that their society is viable or that their captors are "real" women.

The three men come to learn the history of Herland: it was originally a mixed-sex colony that allowed slavery. However, one day some two thousand years prior to the arrival of the men, a volcanic eruption cut it off from the rest of the countryside. Soon after, the slaves revolted and killed all the men. The women retaliated and killed the slaves. After that, there were no men left and there was no way for any more to arrive. Faced with the destruction of their people, the women were delighted a few years later to discover that one of their own was capable of parthenogenesis. The whole community became invested in raising her five children, and her children's five children, and so on and so forth until the community was populated exclusively by the one woman's descendants. Eventually, though, the land started to run out of space and resources despite its careful tending by the women, so they instituted a policy that regulated the number of children a woman was allowed to have, in order to ensure that nobody would go hungry or want for anything.

Generally speaking, I'm not a fan of utopian novels. They all possess qualities I find naive, unrealistic, and grating. It's pretty evident that Gilman is selling both feminism and socialism here, and while I'm not opposed to either of those things, the way in which she constructed her utopia of Herland was a little silly and a lot unrealistic. I get what she was driving at, though: much like John Stuart Mill, Gilman clearly believes that differences between the sexes are socially constructed, not innate, which is why women in Herland are able to fulfill roles assigned to men in other societies. That they are able to live together amicably without squabbling (despite Terry's repeated insistence that women aren't capable of running a cohesive, viable society) also demonstrates Gilman's belief that so-called negative characteristics of women (flightiness, impulsiveness, willing to scrap with other women for male attention) are also socialized.

Beyond that, Gilman uses the male characters in a deft manner, demonstrating that Terry's traditional vision of femininity and how women should behave is not only completely prejudicial and off-base, but lends itself to foul behavior and violence (he eventually tries to rape one of the women). Meanwhile, Jeff and Van, who are more open-minded, are able to not only see the good of society, but adapt to it and become better people themselves. This is a pretty clear commentary of what Gilman believes the future will hold, and I think she's largely been proven right.

As for the socialist aspect of Herland, Gilman's vision of an orderly society is pretty clear. Throughout the narrative, the women of Herland demonstrate an intensely utilitarian ethos, subsuming their own individual desires for the good of the community. It's why all of the women agree to limit themselves to one, maybe two children apiece, and are willing to surrender their rearing and education to the experts. Their desire for their children to become full, productive members of their community always outweighs their individual preferences. The children, for their part, are educated communally and are allowed to develop their own interests, and pursue whichever career path suits them the best. No job is valued over any other, and it appears that Herland does not have a moneyed economy; goods are simply distributed to whoever requires them. It appears that the system was born of the necessity that collaboration was the only way that the society would survive, and that it evolved naturally over time. Again, the juxtaposition of characters from "regular" society enable Gilman to highlight all that was (and continues to be) wrong in America: child poverty, extreme gaps between the wealthy and the poor, and a system which regards children as property and commodities, not human beings with their own rights.

I liked it, but I'll continue to prefer dystopias. 3.5 out of 5 stars.

Sunday, April 3, 2011

The Current Book Docket, Again.

I really need to stop checking out multiple long books from the library. Since they don't fit on the elliptical reading trays, I can't read them while working out and they take ages to finish.

  1. Skippy Dies by Paul Murray
  2. Sundown Towns by James W. Loewen
  3. If On A Winter's Night, A Traveler by Italo Calvino
  4. Kitchen Confidential by Anthony Bourdain
  5. Operation Mincemeat by Ben MacIntyre
  6. The Elegance of the Hedgehog by Muriel Barbery
  7. Vanity Fair by William Makepeace Thackeray
  8. Herland by Charlotte Perkins Gilman

Friday, March 4, 2011

Book Review: A Doll's House by Henrik Ibsen

A Doll's House is the fourth book of the Classic Feminist Literature Challenge I've been working my way through. I wasn't initially sure what to expect from it, given that I don't read a whole lot of plays (I'm a high school theatre survivor) these days, and I had never heard of it before. The copy I checked out from the library had a plain, off-white cover with no description or pictures on it, so I took the plunge and started reading.

I wound up enjoying it quite a bit! It only took me about thirty to forty-five minutes to get through, since it's only fifty-four pages long. It is a little dense in spots, though, but that's typical of plays. It actually reminded me of The Importance of Being Earnest, though it was more social commentary and less satire. Both Wilde and Ibsen highlight the inequalities of marriage and other social relationships between the sexes masterfully. That's where the similarities end; The Importance of Being Earnest is a comedy, while A Doll's House is very much not. Wilde conveys his opinions through mocking, irony, and sarcasm, whereas Ibsen reveals a handful of truly crappy scenarios which are the direct result of women being legally under the control of men.

I was strongly reminded of The Subjection of Women as I read A Doll's House, as well. Mill went into great deal detailing the number of ways in which the marriage contract could hurt or damage women, and the reader sees two of them play out in A Doll's House. Christine, the friend of Nora, the protagonist, has been left destitute as a direct result of her husband and father's deaths. Her father died young, leaving Christine's ill mother and two younger brothers with little support, a situation that necessitated Christine marrying for money, rather than love. Unfortunately, Christine's husband's money virtually evaporates, and while she was able to care for her mother until her death and her brothers until they were old enough to make their own way in the world, she ultimately was left penniless with no source of income and forced to work a series of odd jobs that were not enough to live off of, which leads her to beg a job from Nora's husband, Torvald. Her experiences exemplify the precarious nature of women's social and economic status at that point in time.

Nora, on the other hand, experiences Wollstonecraft's gilded cage: she is continually condescended to by her narcissistic husband, who confines her to the domestic sphere. As I read, I couldn't help but note that Nora was probably exactly the sort of woman Wollstonecraft detested: superficial, flighty, uneducated, and perennially self-absorbed-- and made such by the men in her life, who refused to educate her or allow her any real agency. That's what gets her into trouble: since she is unable to take out a loan in her own name, she is forced to forge a bond-note using her father's information when the family fell on rough economic times some years ago. When the man who loaned her the money threatens to rat her out to her husband, her entire world unravels. It doesn't matter that her circumstances were patently unfair or that she had only the best of intentions; her actions left her wide open to blackmail.

Apparently, this play generated so much controversy that Ibsen was pressured into changing the ending to be more palatable. Commenting on the negative aspects of marriage was evidently not something that went over well with polite society. Interestingly, Ibsen based the play off of an incident in the life of a friend, Laura Kieler, who reportedly did not appreciate being known as "The woman from A Doll's House." While she eventually became a fairly well-known author in her own right, the play continued (and clearly continues) to overshadow her work. Ibsen appropriating her experiences seems sort of sketchy to me. On the one hand, he felt it was important to underscore the injustices women face. On the other hand, did it justify him invading Kieler's privacy and airing her family's dirty laundry for all the world to see? The conflict of where the line between one's personal life and the social politics of feminism ought to be drawn pervades feminist literature. I imagine I'll be seeing more of it as this challenge continues.

3.5 out of 5 stars.

Wednesday, March 2, 2011

Book Review: On the Subjection of Women by John Stuart Mill and Harriet Taylor Mill

It turns out that my memory is correct: I have read The Subjection of Women before. It was a long time ago, back when I was a college freshman, circa September 2003. The college I attended at the time required that all freshmen take a series of Core seminars, which were supposedly intended to help us think critically. Having already conquered most of the curriculum in high school, I was unenthused about having to re-cover enlightenment philosophy, re-read The Communist Manifesto, and have inane discussions which would doubtless fulfill a certain sense of deja vu.

I got all of that and more: a throughly inane argument with my classmates about the proper pronunciation of the word "Appalachian" (hint: there are no shhh sounds or long a vowel sounds) and the relative merits of bluegrass. Nobody understood my culture. Or something. I was a square peg there because I didn't believe that the West Coast, southern California specifically, was the center of the universe.

Anyway, one of the few books we read that I actually enjoyed (because it was one of the two that I hadn't read previously) was The Subjection of Women. In retrospect, I can see why it was assigned over, say, Wollstonecraft's A Vindication of the Rights of Woman. Mill's analysis is far more friendly to the modern reader, primarily because he is not an essentialist in terms of gender roles. In fact, he outright rejects the notion that men and women are intrinsically different, arguing that these differences likely arise from socialization, not nature, and that in light of the way society functions, it is impossible to know whether or not men and women are different at all, much less whether one is inferior to the other. This is a much more palatable idea than Wollstonecraft's assertion that masculine women are the result of a man's brain inhabiting a woman's body!

Much of Mill's thesis, that men and women should be equal (which, again, is not something Wollstonecraft endorses), flows from the idea that women are full of unrealized potential. Since nobody knows what they are capable of, why not let them try? As a result, Mill argues that women should not only be educated in the same way that men are, that they should be allowed to pursue the same professions as well. Furthermore, he argues, full equality is necessary if women are to realize their potential. He vehemently denounces the legal practices which cause a woman's legal identity to be subsumed into her husband's, as well as the notion that women's sole purpose in life is marriage. He couches his language in terms of what is good for society and individuals, not morality and religion, which is another departure from Wollstonecraft that I find refreshing. I've always been a fan of the way that utilitarianism finally enabled a modern shift between religious and secular philosophy, and opened the door to a more rational way of framing social issues.

4.5 out of 5 stars. I really enjoyed this book, even though it's quite dense.

Monday, February 14, 2011

Now that THAT'S over...

Since the Hello Kitty Blanket of Doom is finally finished, I can get back on track with all of the things I haven't been working on. Like my reading challenges (er, reading in general) and all the other knitting I've been working on. I have a few things I'd like to complete before the end of February:
  1. Mystery + Manners mittens
  2. Pogona shawl
  3. Noro Sekku scarf
  4. The Hunger Games (It's finally my turn to check it out of the library!)
  5. The Subjection of Women
  6. Something from my Victorian Lit Challenge
It's all doable; I just need to spend more time being productive and less time screwing around on the internet (damn you, Chrome apps!). 

Tuesday, January 25, 2011

Book Review: A Vindication of the Rights of Woman by Mary Wollstonecraft

The first book in the 2011 Classic Feminist Literature Challenge is A Vindication of the Rights of Woman by Mary Wollstonecraft. It's one of those books that I've only read in excerpt, and had been meaning to read in its entirety, but didn't because I knew that I wasn't going to like it. I knew that it was going to be over-wrought, heavy-handed, and, of course, that the author would spend a good portion of her time hating on other women to ingratiate herself with her male audience.

I blame the Victorian literature class I took at Vanderbilt in 2004. The professor assigned a lot of literature that had been produced by women, and much of it involved acts of self-justification predicated upon proving the author's obvious superiority to those other, lesser women. See: Elizabeth Barrett Browning's Aurora Leigh. I understand that it was necessary back then, as the literary establishment didn't generally see merit in most women's writing. It's why so many women wrote novels under masculine pen names, and why those who chose to publish under their own names felt the need to either preface their work with or include within the work vitriolic excoriations of their more feeble-minded sisters. It nevertheless annoys me, especially since hating on other women to get in good with men is something that continues today, though it's largely perpetrated by right-wingers like Ann Coulter and Sarah Palin, who are not feminists.

Wollstonecraft's thesis is, in essence, that depriving women of education and rights is morally wrong because it renders women petty, ignorant, and filled with vice, and unable to properly raise their children to be productive citizens. She sees many of her fellow middle-and-upper-class women as little more than overgrown children: coddled and vacuous, and is offended by the notion that women are intrinsically made to be that way. This brings me to another thing that tends to burn my biscuits about early feminist writing (and this is something that goes right up to the present, frankly, we've just gotten slightly better about it) is the focus on class-privileged women.

We'll blame this rant on my Marxist feminist Women's and Gender Studies 201 professor: Wollstonecraft yammers on and on about spoiled, coddled, petty women in their gilded cages, and that's all well and good except for the fact that most women in England during the Industrial Revolution didn't have the luxury of flitting from frivolity to frivolity in overpriced dresses. They were too busy pulling seventy-hour workweeks in the textile mills (with their children!) for a pittance while living in squalor in unsanitary, overpopulated slums in the fast-expanding cities. They were probably too busy worrying about having a place to live and not dying in one of the multiple cholera outbreaks that happened during that period to obsess about whether or not their moral development was stunted. While I can definitely get behind her distaste for Rousseau (who, let's face it, was a misanthropic creep), I nevertheless have a hard time shedding tears for the intellectual plight of the affluent women when the poor had it so much worse.

Beyond that, Wollstonecraft never actually argues that men and women are equal. In fact, she frequently acknowledges that men are superior due to their larger sizes, and fallaciously asserts that since these differences appear to be replicated in nature (in fact, Vindication is filled with pseudoscientific nonsense, though I'll give Wollstonecraft a pass since her observations were likely on the cutting edge of that time period), it is, of course, natural that women remain subordinate to men. I found it pretty irksome that she spent so much time arguing that men and women ought to be equal in terms of education and moral development but not economically, socially, or politically, and she never adequately explains why. The bit about masculine women being the result of a woman having a male brain had a similarly grating effect on me.

All criticism aside, though, Vindication was nevertheless very important. Wollstonecraft, for all of her faults, was one of the first to stand up for the cause of women and their rights. I have to appreciate it in light of that, even though much of it is eye-rollingly awful. I'm looking forward to the next few books we're reading. Hopefully, they'll be a bit more enjoyable.

Saturday, January 1, 2011

Book Challenges: The Beginning

I am currently downloading books for my reading challenges for this year. One of the many convenient things about owning an e-reader is that you can download thousands of public domain books for free over at Project Gutenberg. All of the books that I am planning on reading for the Victorian Literature Challenge are on there, as are a few of the ones for the Feminist Lit challenge.

The Feminist Literature Challenge books for January are A Vindication of the Rights of Woman by Mary Wollstonecraft and So Long a Letter by Mariama Ba. The former I downloaded from Gutenberg, the latter I will be procuring from the library. (It bears mentioning that I am flat freaking broke, hence my choice of book challenges: all are easily obtained for free online or from the library.) I've never read the latter, and have read the former only in excerpt. Looking forward to both!


As for the Victorian Literature Challenge, I'm going to start off easy with some poetry. Poetry was always my strong suit as an undergrad; I made my best grades in the classes in which poetry figured prominently. I'm going to be reading the Brownings, Tennyson, and Swinburne. I was going to add in the pre-Raphaelites, but then I recalled that I've already read most of the siblings Rossetti oeuvre and didn't care for the rest. So that's that, I guess. 

Monday, December 13, 2010

Another 2011 Challenge

I'm joining A Year of Feminist Classics challenge for 2011. Despite having minored in women's and gender studies, there are several works out there that I either haven't read yet, or probably should re-read because I only read excerpts the first time around.

Here's the list:

January: A Vindication of the Rights of Women by Mary Wollstonecraft AND So Long a Letter by Mariama Ba
FebruaryThe Subjection of Women by John Stuart Mill and Harriet Taylor Mill
March: A Doll’s House by Henrik Ibsen
April: Herland by Charlotte Perkins Gilman
May: A Room of One’s Own by Virginia Woolf
June: God Dies by the Nile by Nawal Saadawi
July: The Second Sex by Simone de Beauvoir
August: The Woman Warrior by Maxine Hong Kingston
September: The Beauty Myth by Naomi Wolf
October: Ain’t I a Woman? by bell hooks AND Third World Women and the Politics of Feminism Anthology
NovemberGender Trouble by Judith Butler
December: Sister Outsider by Audre Lorde


I'm looking forward to getting started!