a brief vignette about donna tartt, from the gchat archives of sarah mccarry and meg clark
SARAH:i have occasionally wondered if the part of TSH where henry is unaware that the moon landing happened is, like, autobiographical
MEG:i actually am fairly sure it must be
SARAH:can you imagine the moment at bennington where someone --probably bret easton ellis?--explained to donna tartt that humans had landed on the moon
MEG:oh my god, six different scenarios flashed through my mind, but they all end with her shrugging and making exactly the same face i imagine her making when someone tells her that some little boys are arguing about the artistic merit of her pulitzer prize winning novel. it is an unflappable face of total indifference, with perhaps a fleeting and barely perceptible twinge of disdain around the lower lip, if that was not clear
SARAH:who would even TELL her that little boys are arguing about this, her houseboy or something, maybe the stable boy
MEG:bret easton ellis, teeth grinding, eyes blinking madly, shouts about neil armstrong as donna tartt looks at him, retrieves another pill or three from a mother-of-pearl or beautifully enameled compact, places it indifferently upon her tongue, and picks up her highball glass
SARAH:"nooooo," she murmurs, "certainly not."
MEG:Bret's jaw twitches several times in frustration. "GODDAMNIT," he stammers. "YOU DON'T BELIEVE ME."
SARAH:"IT'S TRUE IT'S TRUE I SAW IT ON THE TELEVISION" BRET EASTON ELLIS SHOUTS FRANTICALLY, BOBBING UP AND DOWN ON HIS HEELS
MEG:Donna blinks slowly and settles back into the chair.
SARAH:Donna lights another cigarette. 'Good for you,' she says. 'I knew you'd figure it out.'
This is so vague I love it. The voices you are hearing are real, god is speaking to you. The nation of France needs you. Don your armor, take up arms, lead the French army. This is your destiny, joan. When the flames come for you let them lick your bones and laugh.
“I don’t care if Mike Brown was going to college soon. This should not matter. We should not have to prove Mike Brown was worthy of living. We should not have to account for the ways in which he is suitably respectable. We should not have to prove that his body did not deserve to be riddled with bullets. His community should not have to silence their anger so they won’t be accused of rioting, so they won’t become targets too.”—"silence is not an option," roxane gay (via brookehatfield)
“Tampons were packed with their strings connecting them, like a strip of sausages, so they wouldn’t float away. Engineers asked Ride, “Is 100 the right number?” She would be in space for a week. “That would not be the right number,” she told them. At every turn, her difference was made clear to her. When it was announced Ride had been named to a space flight mission, her shuttle commander, Bob Crippen, who became a lifelong friend and colleague, introduced her as “undoubtedly the prettiest member of the crew.” At another press event, a reporter asked Ride how she would react to a problem on the shuttle: “Do you weep?””—
I don’t even know what to say or do at this point. It all seems so inescapable—online harassment, street harassment, the microaggressions and the full on aggressions women face, the rampant sexual violence women face, and then our popular culture reflecting this sickening reality and asking us to consume it quietly, like good little girls.
I was a good girl for a long time and it never did me any good. We should all be done being good girls if it means swallowing sexist, toxic bullshit that will only continue killing us softly.
Right now, children’s literature is seeing an intense flare-up in the ongoing conversation about the diversity crisis in children’s books. While this conversation has been going on for decades, now social media has given the people having it megaphones, and they are using them to brilliant ends….
“Considerable debate has been devoted to the subject of the Unlikable Female Protagonist, a common pest of the natural world. While it is not our intent here to contribute to the extensive literature on her value as an object of study, we hope that by clarifying and outlining her identifying characteristics we may make a valuable and practical addition to the current research being conducted in the field.”—http://www.stackedbooks.org/2014/03/the-unlikable-female-protagonist-field.html
“And then after a few hours I looked up from my desk instead, and saw it: my favorite street cat had somehow got stuck on the roof of the apartment building adjacent to mine, seven stories up, and was howling disconsolately into the void from the very edge, framed neatly by the window over my desk. There was no escaping the hopelessness of its situation, or its desperate cries, and there was nothing I could do to get it down.”—http://www.therejectionist.com/2014/03/on-precipices.html