What a GOOD writer, and how lucky I am to have such friends as the gent who has introduced me to her prose! (Thanks, Benito!)
I read her and think: why have I not heard of this woman before.
I need to peer above my monitor more frequently, and see what else is out in the world, clearly.
Enjoy. She’s a wonder!
Here, just read this little bit:
Once on top of a London double-decker bus, amidst civilised whispering voices punctuated with crisp rustles of newspapers, I heard a little girl’s voice asking, “Mummy is our cat a she-cat or a he-cat?”
Whispers and rustles subsided just enough for the mother’s answer to be audible: “A he-cat dear.” The tone was firm and final that announced the end of the conversation.
The little girl thought otherwise. “How can you tell Mummy?”
This time the silence was all embracing, except for the tiny cracks of ears stretching out. The mother did not fidget or falter, as may have been expected; she did not even prolong the agony of the audience, and said composedly, “He has got whiskers, hasn’t he darling?”
The upper deck came back to life with a couple of soft giggles, coughs of satisfaction, before plunging back to its lulling rhythm of whispers, and rustles.
The next stop was a “request” one, and mine. I had already rung the bell, and the driver was pulling aside to evacuate me, when I heard the little girl’s voice again. “But Mom, she-cats have whiskers too!”
I got off the bus chuckling and thinking to myself how on earth ‘Mom’ is going to wriggle out of that one.
Now, years after this long-forgotten episode, I find myself almost in that child’s shoes. I have been asked to introduce this “she-book”, that with or without whiskers, resembles a “he-book” as far as I am concerned. I somehow regret not having stayed on that bus a bit longer to hear the reply of that little girl’s mother. She might have provided me with a neat satisfactory formula for drawing the dividing line between “male” and “female” without sounding cheerfully vulgar or clinically anatomical.
The truth is, that I find no difference between the creative works of men and women, and what is more I am not even after finding any. The sex of the author definitely does not figure among my criteria for choosing a book. Therefore the division of literature on the basis of the writer’s gender appears to me extremely arbitrary, and to be frank quite silly, as silly as trying to classify literary works into “originally hand-written” and “typed”, or produced by “ambidextrous” and “left-handed” authors. These divisions and subdivisions, which can go on eternally, do not interest me in the least.
Ahhhhhhhh…I love her. She is my new best friend!