This isn’t just about the books. When young women read the hypermasculine literary canon—what Emily Gould calls the “midcentury misogynists,” staffed with the likes of Roth, Mailer, and Miller—their discomfort is punctuated by the knowledge that their male peers are reading these books, identifying with them, and acting out their perspectives and narratives. These writers are celebrated by the society that we live in, even the one who stabbed his wife.
This. This is relevant. And looking back, as we were made to read Catcher in the Rye and all of these other texts –how come no one ever asked: Where is the Woman? Is this Real? Should this be The Truth?