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The Female Persuasion

Readers, 

The book The Female Persuasion by Meg Wolitzer is currently making waves all over bestseller lists and "must read this summer" articles (sadly it is almost winter in Melbourne, but we'll leave that for another time). The premise is this: college student, Greer, meets aging feminist-icon Faith Frank as a freshman and is instantly taken with her message. Years later Greer begins working with Faith, embarking on a years-long relationship in which Greer, Faith and the key people in their lives, must choose their own paths - sometimes diverging from each other in painful and unexpected ways. This is a book that explores what it means to be given permission to be bold, and what it means to leave the need for that permission behind.

I was raised to be a feminist by Mother - who was told that women couldn't become veterinarians' when she was a girl (don't worry she showed that guy) - and my grandmothers, both of whom are powerful, smart, funny women. They showed me what being a powerful person looked like, but they also taught me never to compromise being a woman. I wear skirts every day, I get my nails done. Doesn't mean I can't be #ruthless.  

Readers, I was also taught to be a feminist by my Dad, a man whose favorite sentiments include “Maybe you should stop complaining if you’re not going to do anything about it”, “If you’re going to be a successful person who people take seriously, you can’t say [insert incorrect grammatical formation]”, “Now that you’re an adult you need to start [doing your taxes/managing your own money/taking responsibility for your abysmal grammar]” and “You should absolutely abandon your practical, career-building major and study religion if that’s what you want to do” (okay – he only said the last one once, but it was pretty remarkable). My point is – my father never assumed I would be anything other than smart, independent, confident and bold. And his assumption that I would be that way, made me that way.

The characters in The Female Persuasion are, for the most part, not as lucky as I am. This is a book populated by lackluster, childlike parents whose children outgrow them. Instead, Greer gets her permission to be bold form her friend (Zee), her boyfriend (Cory) and her idol (Faith) who collectively give her the power to be brave. Greer cherishes this gift, even as it enables her to grow above and beyond those who bestowed it.

In the end, my biggest takeaway from The Female Persuasion was not that being a feminist is required, but that being a feminist is a privilege. To become a feminist - or any sort of person who fights for justice - takes someone telling you that you have the right to stand up for yourself and others, that you have the right to demand goodness and equality from other people. This privilege, this special kind of self-belief, should be ubiquitous, but it's not, and that is what The Female Persuasion is all about. 

Readers, the sexism I encounter in my work and life is, for the most part, insidious, not overt. It's leaving someone out of a conversation. It's making a joke that's offensive but not offensive enough to make a fuss about. Combating this kind of sexism does not demand less than the overt kind - if anything, I think it asks more from us. It asks us to be even more assured that what we see as wrong is wrong. It asks us to be principled when it might be easier to let things go - to fight for the belief in something better, even if the situation you're in isn't that bad. 

You can probably tell I found The Female Persuasion inspiring. But it's also a great story - a page turner whose characters I cared deeply about. This is a testament to Wolitzer's writing. Here she is turning the tables on us, challenging us to see beyond our own narrow definitions: "'Greer,' said Laurel, 'what are we supposed to do, shake our heads and say that he's accomplished nothing?...here's this person who gave up his plans when his family fell apart. He moves back in with his mother and takes care of her. Oh, and he cleans his own house, and the ones she used to clean. I don't know. But I feel like Cory is kind of a big feminist, right?'" 

The Diary of a Bookseller

Readers, 

Unpredictable weather in Melbourne this weekend + mild illness combined for a good reading climate. Used the time for The Diary of a Bookseller by Shuan Bythell, and to revamp this blog, obviously. 

The Diary of a Bookseller was provided to me, in hard-copy, by my Mother, last weekend. She presented it on the first day of her three day visit with the following recommendation, "Heard a radio broadcast with this guy on Radio New Zealand. I'm so excited to read this. Can you read it fast so that I can have it?" I offered to let her keep it, seeing as she had just bought it. "No, no. I want YOU to read it. But then bring it to me." 

So I complied, and (as always) Mother is right. "This guy" had me engrossed all weekend. The premise is this: one day, fifty-something-year-old Shaun, the owner of the largest (second-largest?) second-hand bookstore in Scotland, begins to chronicle his life. Said life is primarily composed of interactions with unsavoury customers, many-a-trip to far-off homesteads where desultory book collections are valued by Shaun, usually to the financial disappointment of those wanting to cast them off; unpredictable run-ins and late night drinks with his enigmatic shop clerk, Nicky; and daily till totals which leave you in no doubt that, for Shaun, this is a labour of love, not money. 

I wanted to start the new website with this book for a reason: Shaun is a lover of books, and a lover of the people in his community (though he tries, repeatedly, to convince you that he's a curmudgeon). Reading his book reminded me how important those things are in my own life. As he winds through the back-roads of rural Scotland, or entertains the various people in his small town, I was thinking about my own home town in New Zealand and my old life there. It feels very far from the world of Excel and Powerpoint, which I now occupy, and to which I must return, for better or worse, tomorrow morning. It is a testament to Shaun's writing that this book is at once funny, inspiring and brutally honest. Would I trade places with Shaun? Probably not. Do I admire him? Definitely.

Fortunately, my quest for my own purpose in life (yeah, I know), took a turn for the better. Upon reading this book two things happened: (1) I started a running list of things that I love and things I'm afraid of, which feels like a step in the right direction, (2) at a brunch with a wide-ranging group of Melbournians, I brought up this new list of mine and Shaun's book, which led to a fascinating discussion and reminded me that, very occasionally, people really do want to engage on the big topics in life. 

So here's to Shaun, for doing what I might only ever dream to do, and for making me laugh out loud in my apartment. Here's one of his best jokes, which sums up the book, and Shaun's tone, far more succinctly than I can: "A customer at 11.15 a.m. asked for a copy of Far from the Maddening Crowd. In spite of several attempts to explain that the book's title is actually Far from the Madding Crowd, he resolutely refused to accept that this was the case... Despite the infuriating nation of this exchange, I ought to be grateful: he has given me an idea for the title of my autobiography..."