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Feb. 19th, 2011 12:40 pmI'm doing the Bechdel test on every novel I read from last Wednesday until I turn fifty. So far, the results are 100% fail, but it's early days and I've only read one novel. I can't count short stories (especially not romance short stories!) and non-fiction has its own traps for the unwary.
In the non-fiction, my litmus test is whether women are part of the society or only subordinate elements. I'm checking out Mortimer's popular book on the Middle Ages so that I can address it next Tuesday, and most activity in late Medieval English society is by men. Their wives sometimes appear as wives. Prostitutes get a fair amount of discussion, though Mortimer finds his own path through the complexities and contradictions in Medieval sexuality - prostitution is OK, he says, because only women were constrained to be faithful in marriage. It's early days for this, too, however, and I'm sure it will improve and that men are not the default makers of history.
PS I really don't feel well today. This is partly because I'm not well and partly because the antibiotics are the sort that knock me down and bowl me out. I'm about to check the TV guide and see what sick days have to offer. If there's nothing on, then I shall sulk. Also, I shall work.
In the non-fiction, my litmus test is whether women are part of the society or only subordinate elements. I'm checking out Mortimer's popular book on the Middle Ages so that I can address it next Tuesday, and most activity in late Medieval English society is by men. Their wives sometimes appear as wives. Prostitutes get a fair amount of discussion, though Mortimer finds his own path through the complexities and contradictions in Medieval sexuality - prostitution is OK, he says, because only women were constrained to be faithful in marriage. It's early days for this, too, however, and I'm sure it will improve and that men are not the default makers of history.
PS I really don't feel well today. This is partly because I'm not well and partly because the antibiotics are the sort that knock me down and bowl me out. I'm about to check the TV guide and see what sick days have to offer. If there's nothing on, then I shall sulk. Also, I shall work.