Next we come to what may be the single most detestable female character ever created: Harriet, the protagonist of Iris Owens’ 1973 novel After Claude. She is arrogant yet horribly insecure; dismissive and contemptuous, yet needy and pathetic. She is disgusted with everyone around her, yet she begs hideously for their acceptance. But even as her situation goes from bad to unthinkable (and her behavior goes from desperate to unseemly to horrifying), Harriet reflects something essential about how it feels to be a single female. Her rage at male arrogance and fear of being alone vividly conjure those lowest moments in a woman’s life when her salvation appears inextricably linked to an indifferent man. This book is an absolute must-read for every smart, moody woman who’s ever been told she loves too much or thinks too much.
It seems like Laura Miller from Salon is doing the illustrations, or at least one, she made this awesome diorama.
I liked the Madras Press Trinie Dalton book.
I’ve foreseen my death since the day my Mom named me: Candy. It will happen after I’ve binged on my gingerbread walls, eaten the frosted windowpanes, and chewed hunks off the peppermint fireplace. The cause: Sweetheart Attack, a.k.a. Sugar Overdose. It’s a classic witch affliction.
I’d rather write a heart-warming tear-jerker or romance or something just nice, but it doesn’t work. These two things just keep coming out, the immigrant thing and the supernatural thing. But I don’t process consciously. I do like reading [supernatural narratives]. I like imagining that sort of stuff. I find ordinary realist narratives just lacking in something, like realist narratives just aren’t real for me. They don’t make that much sense. Whereas reading stories in which the world suddenly changes, I’m like: “Yeah … that makes sense.” Strange mental states, all that stuff, just seems to be a more – not an honest way – but a more interesting way of describing the world.
Reviews of White is for Witching especially [in England] have been kind of wishing that it would not be about the supernatural and that I would just get down to the nitty gritty of immigrant life. While reviews in America and Canada have been like “Yeah, the supernatural bit is great, but maybe there is too much of a political agenda.” I can’t win. (Laughs.)
Occasionally the returns we get from our distributor … are in such bad condition that we can’t even give them away. (We mail returned copies in good condition out to various groups—including the OWS library!—and sell them here.) … We had this box of nearly destroyed books which was beginning to spill over and I decided that instead of just tearing off the covers and recycling the innards (which our lovely town will do) we’d tear up the short story collections and anthologies and include the individual stories with orders.
Okay, first, I didn’t know about their remaindering section. That is thrilling. Sec, how much do you love them? How much do they love US, their readers? A lot, it seems.