Part of my project to read books I should reed. I did like this one. I think the BBC full cast helps!
I read this when I was about 19 because it was a feminist classic and I thought it would be very grown up of me to read it. And YES it was very grown up. 😂 Probably the first book I read that talked openly about sex and I‘m glad it was from a strong female point of view. But also WHOA - it was eye opening 😝😜
To Angela, Always, Amy 🖊
I‘m a big fan of used books. They‘re stories that come with their own stories. What‘s the best thing you‘ve ever found in a book?
Probably at the time of its release it would have caused a great sensation, but at present it would belong to the category of novelties.
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Great read. It‘s a little second wave feminist but a lot of what Erica Jong begins to unpack about female sexuality rings true even today. The quest for the zipless f*** continues...
I know it's supposed to be these great feminist classic but it SUCKED. Awful humans, boring sex scenes...probably the inspiration of Bella Swan, no self awareness of agency.
All the neurosis of Rebecca Bloom and non of the charm.
Finally working through a feminist classic. So far it feels like this could have been published last year, not 1973. Excited to (hopefully) finish this today
1. The Lord of the Rings (deja vu all over again). 2. Ketchup. Why ruin tomatoes that way? 3. I'm not afraid of flying, but I am afraid of heights. 4. Two siblings plus steps and in-laws. 5. Did it!
This book confused me at first, but once I figured out what it was I thoroughly enjoyed it. It is an odyssey of self discovery through other people and other places. Reminds me of my own wanderings during that same period of my life. Makes me wonder whether the quest for self knowledge transcends time and place -- and gender.
Plants the garden, scrubs the floors, and sits quietly on the upper balcony of the synagogue while the men recite prayers about the inferiority of women. She is capable of absolutely everything except self-preservation. And secretly, I am always ashamed of myself for not being her.
The twenties are as frenetic a decade as the teens. You have a voice inside your head repeating “I want, I want, I want,” but you don‘t know what you want or how to get it. You hardly know who you are. You go on instinct. And your instinct mostly pushes you toward adventures you won‘t grasp until you look back on them. Life can only be understood backward, but it must be lived forward, some sage once said.
Halfway through. Still emotionally and intellectually stimulated. But getting a little impatient with main character's self pitying self indulgence. "I hate myself [for something I did, wanted, or thought]. I hate myself for hating myself [because women deserve this as much as men]. I hate myself.." Insightful inner conflict of being a woman. But it just keeps spiraling. I hope something new happens soon. Evolution. Growth. Crossing fingers.
This book feels so current, I cannot believe that it was published in 1973. I am loving every feminist word. Extremely articulate. Isadora is perfectly drawn. Even her intermittent selfishness and immaturity are perfect. She's a 29 yo woman poet who's not interested yet,if ever,in children. This somehow gives her space to say things no other woman would and see things no other woman could. And she hits the nail on the head over and over.
Day 20 of #riotgrams - #favoritecover. This is a #latergram since yesterday left no time for picture taking. But I did some thinking. Being asked to pick a favorite cover is like being asked to pick a favorite child. So I chose the cheekiest covers from my Penguin Classics Deluxe collection (literally 😱😉😎).
😑. I just couldn't stand Jong's writing style and the constant I, I, I, you, you, you in the rambling narrative. Lots of sex talk but the feeling is that it's there for shock value which is maybe the only reason it was published back in 1973. Also a lot of racist references tripping off her mouth. Ugh. This was for year 1973 of my #birthdaychallenge reading. Debating whether to move on to 1974 or try another 1973 book.
I'm sure back in 1973 this book was risqué and shocking. A woman so openly discussing her sexual fantasies and desires. I found this book entertaining at first but as I read more, I discovered this book didn't have much more to offer. It seemed pretty autobiographical and while there were lots of snippy lines and good laughs, Erica Jong came across as self indulgent and self centered. This was a #birthdaychallenge read and a #BucketListBook
#BookNBrunch nothing fancy like tater tots but a yummy salad with grilled sweet potatoes 🥔 and feta cheese 🧀I'm really enjoying this read, which feels rather contemporary, which is odd, given the fact it was written 44 years ago! Not sure if that's a good thing or bad 🤔
Off to a promising start..."Bigamy is having one husband too many. Monogamy is the same." ???and the title of Chapter 1 ?#birthdaychallenge 1973
Small library haul because the library limits you to ONLY 4 books 😡macaroons are for my book club tomorrow night😋Jong book is 1973 #birthdaychallenge Picoult is #sameageauthor & Walls is #Setin1970s #YearofMagicReadingChallemges
Very eager to find out if this book is for me. The only reason I downloaded this ebook is because of the feminism tag on it. I don't know how I will feel about the sex tag on it but I guess I will find out? Help me, Littens - if you've read this one, what did you think of it?
"I was reading, I was writing. I was safe." Love this!
I just finished this book, and I loved it so much that I actually feel kind of sad it's over. Can't wait for Louisiana Literature when Jong comes to speak 👏